Joe felt sick. His head was spinning, and he felt nauseous. Why did he do it? Why did he go to that party? He had planned to stay home that Saturday night and play Scrabble with his mom. But his friends in The God Squad insisted that he go out with him. They said that it was time for him to make some more friends. Joe was perfectly fine with the three friends he had: Sam, Quinn, and Mercedes. But they insisted that he go out with them tonight. So, he said yes and rode with his friends to the 'party of the year.'

The party was at Rick the Stick's house. When they arrived, there were cars everywhere and extremely loud music. Game night with his mom was looking better and better. Joe really didn't want to go in! His friends practically dragged him inside. As soon as they entered the three of them left Joe, leaving him alone in the middle of the crowded living room. His first thought was to leave. But he couldn't because Sam had picked him up. Then he thought he could call a cab, only to realize that he left his wallet at home. So Joe all but ran to the nearest bathroom. He shut the door and began to pray. "Please lord; let me get through this party. Guide me through it. Amen." He whispered. Joe took a deep breath, and went back to the party.

After the prayer, everything became a blur. When Joe woke up, his head was pounding and he had no idea where he was. This definitely wasn't his bedroom. Oh no! Joe was in Rick's house. That means he didn't go home after the party. His mom was going to kill him. Joe tried to think back to the night before, but he couldn't remember anything. He had to get home, but how? Sam, Mercedes, and Quinn were probably long gone. Joe quickly got up and started gathering his clothing. He froze when he heard movement on the bed. This wasn't a good sign. Joe turned around slowly and saw who was in the bed. It was Quinn Fabray, fast asleep. "Oh my god." Joe whispered. Did he sleep with her? That had to a yes, considering both of them weren't wearing any clothes. He quickly put on his clothes and ran out of the door.

It was now Monday, and Joe still felt sick. Sam had filled him in that the first hangover is always the worst. When Joe asked about the party, all Sam remembered were Joe and Quinn being inseparable the whole night. He also said that he remembered seeing the two going upstairs. But of course thought nothing of it because he knew Joe was celibate. When Sam told him everything he knew, Joe felt more sick than before if that was possible. He had sinned!

"Hi, Joe." Quinn smiled at him when he came up to her in gym class.

"We need to talk." Joe sternly said.

"Ok. What about?" Quinn asked.

"The party." Joe whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Did we…..you know?" Joe asked.

"Have sex? Yes. But don't worry, you used a condom. I found it in the trash." Quinn said.

"Oh gosh." Joe was having trouble breathing.

"Joe, it's ok. We were both drunk. People have one night stands all the time." Quinn said calmly.

"We have to get married!"

"Excuse me?" Quinn said slowly.

"We have no other choice!"

"I think not getting married is a choice." Quinn said sarcastically.

"I REPENT I REPENT I REPENT!" Joe yelled.

"What the hell are you doing?" Quinn covered his mouth.

"I have sinned, Quinn!" Joe pushed her hand away. "I am a sinner!"

"Joe, calm down."

"I'm going to hell. I'M GOING TO HELL!" Joe screamed.

"You're not going to hell."

"Yes I am, Quinn. I had premarital sex! The only way god will forgive me….us, is if we get married." Joe was freaking out.

"You're not going to hell for one silly mistake. God will forgive you. He's all about forgiveness, right?" Quinn said, resting her hand on his shoulder for comfort.

"I'll hold an emergency God Squad meeting and we'll talk about this." She said, making Joe feel better.

"I'll bring the big bible!" Joe smiled.