Okay, so the alcohol and food is in the kitchen, the band is in the living room, and the Happy Birthday Loca wall is upstairs and has great lighting, if you're looking for a photo spot. I actually didn't have enough time to come up with a hashtag for social media, but if you have a last minute suggestion I'm happy to spread the word. Otherwise... enjoy!

I really do love your costume. Like, to the point where if I had Sugar Motta money you'd be getting the $1,000 cash prize. How long did it take you to put it together? I feel like I decided a little too late on the theme to have a fully successful prom look, like I maybe would've done a corsage too and looked into leggings... but also I think Kitty might've killed me if I went any more screen accurate. @askcohenchang

Sam finished washing his hands and wiped them on one of the towels before leaving the bathroom. There was still a line so he got out of there quickly, making his way toward where he hoped was the dancefloor. He easily followed the music and was glad to see the crowd of people still dancing. He soon joined them and while he wasn’t as loose as he would’ve danced, he did do a great job of impersonating his best friend and that was what really mattered. He soon grew overheated though, with all the movement and the alcohol coursing through his system. He wasn’t sure how the Warblers did it, dressed like this and under all those bright show choir lights.

Sam might be a little wasted at the moment and while he knew Blaine probably wouldn’t be while he was in uniform, especially after the earlier blow up about Dalton, he also knew Blaine was more or less drunk himself. At least none of his clothes had gone missing, despite the fact that he’d taken more than a few shots of tequila, courtesy of Jordan. He stumbled a little, but caught himself before he ran into someone. He came face to foot with a pair of soft looking purple boots and straightened himself up to see a familiar face. “Kitty! Or should I say Daphne?”

“Dottie! Where the hell have you been, loca?” Sam exclaimed as soon as he saw the other. Did he do the whole hug bit and spin her around like Jacob had done to Bella in New Moon? Maybe. Was he also just past the point of tipsy? Possibly. It did make him stumble a bit, but he gently placed Dottie back down on her feet before giving her a grin that quickly turned into a slight grimace as he caught sight of her outfit. “Sorry, I’m almost surprised I have any glitter on me left…” He used the beer in his hand to gesture toward her outfit that had a little glitter sprinkled on it now from his embrace.

"You know, I tried to get the guys to call me Big Red after we watched that movie, but they wouldn't," Brett laughed, shaking his head. "Also, if you're already a cheerleader, does it really count as a costume?" He took a sip from his beer and used the bottle to gesture toward Bree's outfit. @askbree