[Lauren'll just be confused when she wakes up not alone in bed. Based on the size of the person alone, she knows it can only be one person and she's mentally facepalming - what the hell happened last night?]
[Finn's not sure what happened either, but he's cursing the fact that he let Puck talk them all into breaking that pledge they made with Mr. Schue. Or at least he would, once he actually opened his eyes.]
[She tries to groan quietly - the sun shining through the window is really quite annoying, and her head feels like if she moves it the slightest bit, it'll explode. Fucking Puckerman, and that stupid smile. He was so dead. Later. Much, much later.]
[The sun is beaming, and he swears birds are chirping or something, and he just wants to die, but Finn opens his eyes eventually, wincing from the exertion as he turns enough to look at Lauren. Lauren who is most definitely not his girlfriend. Lauren who is dating Puck. Crap. There has to be an innocent reason they're in the same bed. There has to be.] Lauren... do you remember what happened?
I don't know, Lauren. I don't know. There has to be a good explanation. Otherwise... [And his voice gets really small as he says it.] Quinn's gonna kill me. If Puck doesn't first.
[He wasn't sure how this happened, but it felt like Mario was stomping on his head the way he would a Goomba. With a groan he flipped over, hands falling right onto another body. Oh god. He was a bit afraid to open his eyes. Who could it be beside him?]
[After what felt like an eternity of blinking, his vision cleared up enough that he could make a vague outline of dark brown hair. He knew that head of hair anywhere. It could only be Rachel. Still, he had to be certain.] Rach?
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Not that I'm complaining, [Though he is actually worried about it.] but why are you in my bed?
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Oh ... shit. I am in your bed, aren't I? I thought the room didn't look familiar. Um ... I dunno. [Peeks under covers] Oh, shit ...
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Um... well... it's... wait. [He looks around. So not his bed.] This isn't my bed either. What the hell? [And now he's looking under too.] I'm screwed.
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