Hello all :3 Okay so I just had this swarming around in my head and had to upload it. The first chapter will be up soon, hopefully, or maybe in a couple of weeks since my exams are coming up. In other news, I decided to make my other Glee story, Let It Out, a series of 9 drabbles on 9 characters for each episode after 2x16! That will be up soon as well. Enjoy!
It took five words to start of a series of events that would make prom night a living hell.
"Did you see who's here?"
"Who?"
It took three words to make him want to kill the nearest thing.
"Jesse St. James."
Those eight words just spoiled his night even more - even though he knew it was going to be miserable. He's searching for her, wondering if she knows if St. Jackass is here. Oh God, what if she was here with him? No, that couldn't be possible. Besides, she's not even here. Still he forces a smile as Quinn grips onto his arm a little too tightly, her eyes a little too bright.
"Isn't this great sweetie? We're sure to be Prom King and Queen." Her tone is so sugary that he swears you could make at least 4 tubs of ice cream from it.
"Uh.. yeah."
But still, he smiles when he's crowned Prom King, and just a tiny bit of the smile is real, because it feels good to be on top, (oh so very good) and waves to the crowd. Prom Queen is just about to be announced when Principal Figgins comes up to the mike.
"Students, I'm afraid that there's been an accident, concerning one of our students. She was driving alone on the way here when a drunk driver slammed into her car. She's been rushed to the hospital, and is in critical condition. What? Oh yeah the name of the student. The girl was-"
It takes two words for Finn Hudson to tear the crown off his head, jump off the stage and run out the doors to the limo.
"Rachel Berry."
The name's echoing in his head as he bangs on the limo window, alerting the driver. He allows himself to be pushed back into the back seat as his fellow Glee clubbers silently pile into the car (excluding Quinn of course) as Sam throws the driver out, steals the keys, and rushes them to the hospital.
He lets his phone ring, and he knows its Quinn because that annoying ringtone that she set for herself is ringing, and the whole club is in silence until a tear rolls down his cheek and Mercedes is hugging him, crying as well as the everyone is muttering to themselves trying to assure each other that she's okay.
She's got to be okay. She has to be okay. She will be okay.
He just tries to ignore the tiny voice at the back of his head telling him that it's too damn late.
Hope you liked this, please review. :3