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Hazel eyes blinked open as Quinn sat up and stretched, groaning with satisfaction as her spine made several loud popping noises.

"Hello, beautiful." Rachel said from where she was towel drying her hair in the bathroom doorway. Quinn trailed her gaze up long, tan legs, over black booty shorts, before stopping to trace over extremely well defined abs. Licking her lips, she continued upwards, over a white sports bra, only to freeze on Rachel's throat and chest. A smirk of satisfaction grew on her lips as she took in several dark hickeys marking the brunette as hers. Finally, she locked eyes with her girlfriend, who quirked an eyebrow with a matching smirk. "You're no less telling, Ms. Fabray."

Eyes widening, Quinn leapt up, running into the bathroom. Sure enough, her body was littered with purple, black and blue marks. "Santana's gonna have a field day." She remarked with a groan.

"Yes, well;" Rachel wrapped arms around Quinn's waist, hooking her chin over the blonde's shoulder and meeting hazel eyes in the mirror; "I dunno about you, but I think this was worth a little teasing." Pressing a kiss to Quinn's neck, she pulled away. "I'll find you something to wear while you shower." Rachel said, exiting the room.

Studying herself in the mirror again, Quinn grinned.

Totally worth it.

…

Twenty minutes later, Quinn stepped out of the shower, finding a fluffy blue towel laid out for her. Entering the bedroom, she found clothing on the bed, along with a note.

These should fit. Come to the kitchen once you're dressed. Love you. – Rach*

Slipping on the black denim mini-skirt and purple vee-neck, Quinn walked into the kitchen. She found Rachel putting pasta into two bowls. "How long till you open?" She asked, sitting on the island counter.

"Puck, Aidan and the others should be here in a half hour." Rachel replied, handing the blonde some food. "Speaking of which; I wanna introduce you to my DJ, Carmen, and her wife Shane."

Quinn nodded, taking a bite of pasta. "God, this is so good!" She moaned. "Hiding any other talents from me, Rach?"

The woman just gave her a wink.

…

Quinn was dragged over to the DJ station, which was being prepped by a gorgeous Latina wrapped in the arms of a tall woman with short black hair.

"Carmen, Shane! I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend. Quinn Fabray, this is my wonderful DJ, Carmen de la Pica Morales-McCutcheon and her wife, Shane McCutcheon.

"Nice to finally meet you, Quinn." Carmen said, shaking the blonde's hand.

"Same." Offered Shane with a nod and friendly smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you. Shane, I think you've worked at some of my photo shoots. You're a make-up artist, yes?"

Rachel left Quinn to her conversation. Whispering something into Carmen's ear, she stepped up onto the stage and began tuning each of the instruments.

…

A spotlight illuminated the stage, sending a hush through the packed club.

"Hello, lovelies." Rachel said, grin blossoming on her face as she received several return greetings. "So, I don't know how you guys feel; but, I've been in a bit of a Ke$ha mood lately. Or, as my high school principle Mr. Figgins would say: Kee-Dollar Sign- Ha." A wave of chuckles arose from the corner of the bar containing the McKinley High alumni. "Anyways, I think I'll be calling up some old friends later on to perform some of her work, but this first song is just to get the mood pumped up in here. We'll go from there, okay?" Shouts of agreement answered her. "Alright. Carmen, if you're set." Rachel pulled on a headset microphone as Carmen gave a thumbs up.

Ha-ha-ha-ha...
Dance...

The synthesizer started up.

Back door, cracked we don't need a key
We get in for free
No VIP sleaze
Drink that kool-aid follow my lead
Now you're one of us
You're coming with me

It's time to kill the lights and
Shut the DJ down

She gestured to where Carmen stood, disc jockeying.

This place 's about to

Tonight we're taken over
No one's getting out!

Rachel jumped off the stage, amongst the audience.

This place's about to blow - oh-oh-oh!
Blow-oh-oh-ho
This place's about to blow

This place about to

Now what, we're taking control
We get what we want
We do what you don't
Dirt and glitter cover the floor
We're pretty and sick
We're young and we're bored

Running hands through her hair, Rachel knelt down.

It's time to lose your mind
And let the crazy out

Suddenly rolling onto her hands, the singer flipped back onto her feet. Leading the people on the floor, she began to jump up and down. Soon everyone was on their feet jumping around.

This place's about to (blow)
Tonight we're taking names
'Cause we don't mess around
This place's about to blow -oh-oh-oh
Blow-oh-oh-ho
This place's about to blow

Go
Go go go insane go insane
Throw some glitter

Climbing back on the stage, she grabbed a handful of glitter off a pile on the floor, tossing it onto the crowded dance floor. It stuck to the dancers, causing them to sparkle as they moved.

Make it rain on them and let me see them hands
Let me see them hands hands
Let me let me see them hands

Hands rose all over the room.

Go insane go insane
Throw some glitter

More glitter flew.

Make it rain on them and let me see them hands
Let me see them hands hands
Let me let me see them hands

We are taking over (blow-oh-oh-oh)
Get used to it
This place's about to blow-oh-oh-ho

The music cut with a flourish.

This place about blow

Cheers rang through the club, several people shouting for more.

"You liked that then?" Roars of approval greeted Rachel's question. "Good, good. Now then; I wanna bring a friend up here to sing the next song. My memories of my high school Glee Club are pretty vivid to say the least. I had the… pleasure of having an experience that very nearly ended my alcohol consumption for life." Boos and laughter greeted her statement. "Yeah, let's just say that getting vomited on does that to a person."

"Sorry!" Brittany shouted from her corner. She was met with laughter from her ex-glee friends, including Rachel.

"It's okay, Britt. No permanent harm done. However, I would love it if you'd perhaps rehash your rendition of 'Tik Tok' for us. Please, Brittany?" The crowd nodded and shouted encouragement to the, now wide-eyed, dancer. Finally, with a bit of pushing from Quinn, Santana, Puck and Kurt, she acquiesced. "Alright, let's welcome up to the stage, famous dance choreographer, Brittany S. Pierce!"

Applause rang through the room as Brittany stepped on the stage and accepted another headset mic from Rachel. "Quinn and San, come back me up." The two women smiled and ran up to meet their friend on the stage. "And Puck, come rap for me?" The mow-hawked man nodded, pushing forward to grab a mic and join the blonde.

With her back to the crowd, Brittany took a slow breath, psyching herself up to sing. Whirling around as the beat started, she began.

(Stuff in parenthesis is Puck rapping)

Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy (Hey what's up girl)
Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go)
Before I leave brush ma teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cuz when I leave for the night I ain't comin back

Choreography from the Glee Club performance flowed gracefully from the dancer, with added movement learned from years of training added after high school.

I'm talkin pedicure on our toes toes
Tryin on all our clothes clothes
Boys blowin' up our phones phones

Drop top and playin' our favorite CD's
Goin up to the parties
Tryna get a little bit tipsy

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

As Brittany repeated the chorus, Rachel felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, the woman's jaw dropped, before she smiled. As she hugged the man, she listened to the request whispered in her ear. Pulling away, she nodded with a chuckle and walked over to Carmen, speaking quietly into her ear. Returning to the visitor, she grinned and nodded again.

Aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Aint got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger

I'm talkin' bout - everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys tryna touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin' til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us - (down)-man

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Ima fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

You build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me

You build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up

Now, the party don't start till I walk in

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Again, the end of the song was greeted with cheers, accompanied by compliments for Brittany. One woman shouted out, asking the blonde for her number.

"Sorry ladies," Santana said, stepping up to wrap an arm around her girlfriend's waist, "this woman is taken." The Latina pressed a kiss to Brittany's cheek. Chuckles, congrats and good natured, but disappointed, 'aws' followed her statement.

With a last wave to the audience, the foursome returned to their spot at the bar. Rachel stepped up again.

"Alright everyone, we have a surprise visitor today! Now, I've known this man since my Junior year and I definitely can tell you, this one can sing. So when he asked to sing something, well, how could I refuse? So let's give it up for Blaine Anderson!"

Kurt's eyes widened as his ex-boyfriend took the stage. They had broken up pretty amicably during freshman year of college; their schedules had made it impossible to spend much time together and they'd drifted apart. Luckily, they had still remained friends and hung out when Blaine was in town on break from touring with his acapella band.

"Hey, everybody. So I was in town and, of course, had to pay a visit to the top gay bar in town, run by my dear friend Rach. And when I heard her announce that it was a Ke$ha night? Well I could never pass up the opportunity to perform something. Now, this song goes out to all you hot boys out there, especially my boyfriend, who is out there somewhere, no doubt waiting to make some grand entrance. DJ, if you would." The music started up. Sticking a leather booted foot forward, the singer began.

Boots

Boys

I think it's time that I mention
I've got myself an obsession
For the smell, for the touch
I know I got myself a habit
But I've got to have it now
I dont care where, work it out

Kurt jumped up onto the stage, singing back up. Blaine smiled and sent him a wink.

(let me break it down)

I try it on, I take it off
So what you got?
Something 'bout

Boots and boys (boots and boys)
They bring me so much joy (bring me joy)
(I gotta say it)
I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city
(Watch out)
Boots and Boys
(give me boots and boys)

I'm keeping quite the collection
Take nothing less than perfection
Cowboy boots, cowboy boys
Mmhmm oh the joy

My men drop beats like a bomb
Excuse me, now huh?
Wind me up, spin me 'round
Oh look at what I've found

Boots and boys (boots and boys)
They bring me so much joy (bring me joy)
(I gotta say it)
I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city
(Watch out)
Boots and Boys
(give me boots and boys)

Crazy for you, crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
(Oh!)
(Hey) Watcha lookin at?

He sang to the group of guys practically drooling over him.

(Hey) Something you cant have

He shook a finger at them, giving a shrug.

(Yeah) They've got me lookin rad
Ya feelin' that?

Boots and boys (boots and boys)
They bring me so much joy (bring me joy)
(I gotta say it)
I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city
(Watch out)
Boots and Boys
Something 'bout boots and boys (boots and boys)
They bring me so much joy (bring me joy)
(I gotta say it)
I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city
(Watch out)
Boots and Boys
(give me boots and boys)

Crazy for you, crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you (give me boots and boys)
(Oh!)

Ah-Ah
Boots, boys
Boots, boys (Oh)

Several men screamed above the rest, begging Blaine to go out with them.

Laughing, he shook his head. "Sorry boys, as I said, I've got a boyfriend." As he climbed off the stage he was bombarded by other clubbers who had recognized him and were fans of his band.

"Okay now everybody. I think we have time for about two more songs. How does that sound to you?" A wave of approval answered Rachel's question. "Okay so, I wanna ask my friend Santana to do this one, I think it'd suit her voice. So, Santana, up to performing 'Take It Off'?"

"Hell yes, bitch. I will own this song." Her reply gained laughter and cheering.

"Well then get your ass up here!"

The Latina quickly crossed back up to the stage, sending a smirk to the audience before turning away from them.

The mic distorted her voice as she began.

There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.

Spinning around, Santana crossed to the stage, kneeling down so she was at eye level with the crowd.

When the dark
Of the night comes around.
That's the time,
That the animal comes alive.
Looking for
Something wild.

And now we lookin' like pimps

She popped the collar of her black, sleeveless button-up.

In my gold Trans-Am.
Got a water bottle full of whiskey
In my handbag.
Got my drunk text on
I'll regret it in the mornin'
But tonight
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a

She flipped off the audience, earning shouts of approval.

There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.

And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.

Several guys stripped off their shirts, sweat making their skin glisten.

There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.

Santana gestured to the glitter still coating everyone from Rachel's performance.

And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.

Lose your mind.
Lose it now.
Lose your clothes
In the crowd.
We're delirious.
Tear it down
'Til the sun comes back around.

N-now we're getting so smashed.
Knocking over trash cans.
Eurbody breakin' bottles
It's a filthy hot mess.
Gonna get faded
I'm not the designated
Driver so
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a

There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.

And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.

There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.

And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.

Oh, oh, oh!

The crowd began to shout in reply.

EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!

Oh, Oh, Oh!

EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!

Right now! TAKE IT OFF!
Right now! TAKE IT OFF!
Right now! TAKE IT OFF!

Oooh.

Right now! TAKE IT OFF!

TAKE IT OFF!

EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!

There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.

And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.

There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.

And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.

"Enjoy that, bitches?" The Latina laughed at the replies she received. Jumping down, she pushed through the enthusiastic crowd to return to her friends.

"Okay everyone, one last song. And this one I'd love all my fellow ex-glee clubbers to get up here for. Blaine, you and your boy are welcome as well." Several jaws dropped as the old high school friends watched Blaine pull Jesse St. James onto the stage with him. Rachel pulled her ex-boyfriend/gay beard into a hug.

Turning to the people he'd always been… less than friends with, the man sent them a wave. "No hard feelings from the past?" The group looked him over, then nodded.

"As long as there aren't any eggs thrown at my girlfriend ever again, St. James." Quinn said, wrapping her arm around Rachel.

"Yes, ma'am." Jesse said, looking surprisingly unsurprised about the fact that Quinn and Rachel were dating.

"Okay, now that we've all re-met, forgiven and forgotten, let's entertain the crowd. Show 'em that 'We R Who We R'; all of us." Cheers rang out once again.

*Who is singing is bold and named*

Rachel: Hot and dangerous
If you're one of us, then roll with us
'Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
And we've got hot-pants on and up

Quinn: And yes of course we does, we running this town just like a club
And no, you don't wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace

Santana: I've got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let's go-o-o (Let's go!)

Brittany: Tonight we're going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We're tearin' it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we're superstars, we are who we are!

All: We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We'll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we're superstars, we are who we are!

Blaine and Jesse: DJ turn it up
It's about damn time to live it up
I'm so sick of being so serious
It's making my brain delirious!
I'm just talkin' the truth

Puck and Kurt: I'm telling you 'bout the shit we do
We're sellin' our clothes, sleepin' in cars
Dressin' it down, hittin' on dudes (HARD!)

Santana: I've got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let's go-o-o (Let's go!)

Brittany: Tonight we're going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We're tearin' it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we're superstars, we are who we are!

All: We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We'll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we're superstars, we are who we are!

Santana and Brittany: DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
Jesse and Blaine: DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
Puck and Kurt: DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
Rachel and Quinn: DJ turn it up (up up up up up up uuuup)

All: Tonight we're going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We're tearin' it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we're superstars, we are who we are!
We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We'll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we're superstars, we are who we are!

The final line was deafening as everyone in the club shouted it out, followed by roars of applause.

"Alright everybody! This has been a very fun night that you seem to have all appreciated. However, it's almost three and I kinda have to kick you out." Boos rose out of the group. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. I gotta get this place cleaned up so you can all come back another time to get your dance on!" Aidan began slowly moving people out with the help of the other bouncers. Turning to her friends, she gestured to a booth. "Care to catch up for a few minutes? Drinks are on me." Everyone nodded.