The Chang Household

Sam strolled into Mike’s backyard dressed in a plain white shirt, sunglasses and of course his trunks. He resembled a Hollister model with the look he was sporting, Sam had noticed. With a shrug, he entered the pool area and greeted Mike with a friendly grin plastered to his face. “Hey buddy!” Sam exchanged a fist pump with him and when he reassured himself no one was watching he leaned into his ear and whispered. “I think they’re having a sale at Color Me Mine. Paint one trinket; paint the other one half off.” Sam cocked his eye brow as if to invite him for another session. That’s when he noticed the cake on the table. Shit. Was it Mike’s birthday? Dammit, he totally forgot.
Yet as he examined the scene, he realized failing to remember Mike’s birthday was the least of his issues. Sam was in the same area as Quinn and Santana. Santana who he had lost his virginity to and Quinn who was his former girl friend and who he suspected was head over heels for Puck. Although, he had been chilling with Santana as friends more frequently these days it felt irrevocably horrific associating with her when Quinn was around. Actually, it was horrific associating with anyone…with Quinn around.
But Sam had to admit, he was grateful for his late-night conversation with Blaine that cleared all the tension between the two. He was convinced that despite their history, he was able to have a friendly conversation with the guy without chewing his fingernails off and blurting out something insane.
Not wanting to risk it, he turned to Finn and Rachel. “Hi guys! What’s up?” Sam asked friendly as possible. Sam modestly shoved his shirt off revealing his rock hard abs and in which he kicked to the side of the pool. That’s when he grabbed some Cool Ranch Doritos and shoved them into his mouth as he socialized with the couple.

Reed took a deep breath as he arrived in the back yard of the Chang household in a white polo t-shirt and plaid swim trunks. He didn't really know many of the New Directions members very well, and he was nervous to meet them. He saw Kurt and Blaine and smiled in relief as he approached them slowly, not wanting to break their moment together.

"Hi Kurt!" he called, "Hi Blaine!" as he settled himself onto a lawn chair close to his friends. He noticed a blonde girl in the pool with a floaty and stifled a giggle. "I'm guessing that's Brittney?" he asked incredulously. Kurt had told Reed about the tall blonde, and from what he understood, she was sometimes a bit ditsy. These New Direction kids sure were...unique. Whenever he had been around New Directions before he was left speechless at their crazy antics.

Reed stared at the pool intently, lost in thought. Reed didn't know how to swim. He had never learned as a kid,which was probably for the best knowing Reed and his clumsiness. He probably would drown. He wished Shane was able to come, but he had come down with food poisoning...damn cookies. Kurt still didn't know about Shane, so maybe it would make for less drama for Blaine and him. He still wished he was here. What was he supposed to do at a pool party without Shane to save him from drowing? He sighed. It would probably be safer to stay in his chair.

[Time to get the party started.]

Dave continued to fill cups from the keg. He was careful not to even look in the direction Hummel had gone with his hobbit friend. If he was smart, he'd leave now. It wasn't like he even had good friends here. But he was too tempted to stick around and see what happened when Hummel had a bit too much to drink. Dave couldn't wait to see what Hummel was like when his inhibitions were down.

Hummel was probably too much of a priss to sit around drinking beer, though. And there's no way anyone would be fooled that the punch wasn't spiked. He eyed the 2 liter bottles of Diet Coke and rolled his eyes. That, he could picture Hummel sticking with that all afternoon.

Fortunately, he had just the thing to make that an interesting drink as well...

Dave opened both large bottles and after making sure that no one was paying him any attention, he slipped a couple tabs in each one, smirking as he glanced around the party trying to figure out which of the other unsuspecting guests might be affected. Of the ones he knew, they all seemed like more beer or spiked punch sorts, except maybe Saints Fabray and Berry. Could be an interesting afternoon, after all.

Grabbing a beer for himself, he moved away from the drinks table and to the other side of the pool, making a point not to even look in Hummel's direction.

"Everyone grab a drink. Time to get things started!" he bellowed out, trying to get everyone's attention. "Never have I ever...shoplifted!" he started the game out with a nice easy one that still might force a few partiers to take a drink. And if not, he had no qualms with taking another drink himself.