A/N: Hey there so I have no idea where this came from but here it is. A glee version of the hangover. This is just a tester to see how many people would be interested in reading this becaue I though it would be fun to write, so if I get alot of responses I will continue writing. Feedback will really be a driving force for this one. So review, please. The couples will vary, but it will mostly be Puckleberry. Because I LOVE them. (: Anyway, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own glee, at all, even though I wish I could have mark salling all to myself ;)

The Hangover

Prologue

If someone would have asked Puck a few days ago where he would be the morning of nationals he probably would have said in his hotel room. Nursing an alcohol induced headache before getting his shit together and meeting up with everyone so they could go and sing their hearts out the last time for a bunch of good for nothing judges in Vegas. Too bad that's not even close to what actually went down.

He had no idea that it would turn out the way it did. Well okay, he still has one hell of a hangover, but that's beside the point.

He sighs, rubbing his temple before pulling out his phone and dialing Mr. Schuester's number. He squeezes the soft hand in his for support as he punches the last number in and brings the phone to his ear while everyone waits in a worried and resigned silence. After a single ring he picks up.

"Mr. Schue?" Puck asks timidly as he stares up at the sky, the sun glinting off his aviator glasses. He hears his teachers sharp intake of breath at the sound of his voice. "It's Puck." he adds lamely as if Mr. Schue doesn't know.

"Puck. Where the hell are you guys? We've been freaking out." Mr. Schuester shouts. Puck ignores the mental image of what Coach will do to everyone when she finds them. That's a road he just can't take right now.

"Yeah, listen, uh…." Puck takes a deep breath before going on, doing his best to keep it short and sweet. Although he's not sure how this could be seen as sweet in any way. "We fucked up."

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Schue shrieks, fear evident in his voice. Puck sighs again as he drags his hand across his face to wipe away the sweat beading on his forehead. How does he even begin to explain...?

"The club, the casino. The whole night. Its… things got out of control and, uh… we lost Finn." Puck admits as he looks down miserably.

"What?" Mr. Schuester questions as if he doesn't believe it. Puck shakes his head.

"We cant find Finn." he repeats warily.

"What are you saying, Puck? Nationals are in five hours!" Mr. Schue tries to tell him and Puck's hand finds hers again. Because god knows he needs something to hold on to right now.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." Puck replies regrettably, meeting the eyes of the remaining members of the glee club as the sun bares down on all of them.