MY FIRST GLEE FANFIC

Title: Prom night dilemma (slash)

Characters: Glee cast with Kurt Hummel as the lead character

Pairing: Just read it and you'll find out.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Oh, I wish

Note: Kurt's POV; Set days before the Prom and almost a week before their Graduation.

First day: Formal wear

This is depressing. I never thought I would be this depressing on choosing clothes. I mean, I'm a type of person who can easily make a good fashion statement. But choosing the right clothes for the Prom is killing me, unexpectedly. Mercedes kept showing me random gowns, most of them aren't really her size, but they look cute and elegant—it's just, Mercedes isn't the right person to wear them. Also not Rachel, or Tina, or even Quinn. Okay! I give up, I want them. The gown, I mean. I want to wear them badly. But the problem is… I can't. I'm already fine being thrown to dumpsters while wearing my fantastic, normal clothes. Let alone if I wear a gown. That would be just… like I can't show my face to everyone after that happen, if it's going to happen, which is really unlikely right now.

"Hey Kurt, are you alright?" Mercedes finally asked me. I guess she noticed that I'm not criticizing every gown she showed to me earlier. Gosh, what will I criticize to those gowns, anyway? They are amazing! "Kurt, you look sad, what's up? Do you think the gowns here are awful? Tell me so that we can leave now and check other places."

"No… the gowns are really good." I finally spoke up. But I can't tell Mercedes I want to wear those gowns. I just can't.

"Then why you look like you didn't really find them good?" This time, I just shook my head and gave her a very fake smile. She frowns, okay, she knows something is up. She feels it. I know she can feel it. Mercedes then softly drags me to the dressing room. "Seriously Kurt, what's the problem?"

"It's the gown." I said. I can't continue it. I can't tell her. I know I must tell her. But it's not that easy.

"Okay, what's with the gown? I know that my ears are still working very well and I'm sure I heard earlier that you said the gowns are really good." Mercedes retorted, in a good way. Well, in a Mercedes way.

"The gowns are really good. There are well-tailored. The colors are great. The materials are comfortable to the skin, I guess—"

"Then what's the problem?" Now Mercedes seems to be annoyed. I guess she is. But she has a right to be annoyed, anyway. I breathe deeply, I will tell her now. But I swear it's going to be permanent in Kurt's top secrets list, I guess second to my feelings toward Finn.

"Okay, the truth is I want to wear those gowns to the prom." Mercedes eyes become wide. "Look Mercedes, I know that sounds ludicrous—"

"You want to wear them? To the prom?" The way Mercedes said that confused me. Her reaction seems to be torn between amusement and surprise. But more on amusement, based on the smirk appeared at an end of her lips.

"Y-yes…"

"I mean, seriously?"

"Yes—"

"Really?"

"Yes! Do I still need to define the word yes for you, Mercedes?"

"Then you should've just told me!" Okay, here we go again. The last time we have this you-should-have-just-told-me conversation is the time when I come out to Mercedes. And we're having it again.

"I can't. It's really not that easy—"

"—because you haven't told anyone about it before? C'mon Kurt, I'm your best friend, right? You can always come to me if you have any problems. I will try my best to help you."

"Thanks, Mercedes" I smile and she smiles back. Seriously, I should have just said it to her. But anyway, I already told her, and it seems to be okay with her—

"So, what are you going to wear?" I was shocked. I mean, am I really going to the prom in gown? I guess I shouldn't just tell Mercedes about this whole gown thing. "Don't worry, Kurt. I think wearing gown to the prom will help you hook up some guys. Who knows… maybe Finn will go leave Rachel and asked you to dance with him…"

"Stop being so imaginative, Mercedes. That would never, ever gonna happen. If there's a person Finn will leave Rachel for, it's Quinn." Hearing me say that breaks my heart. These are our last days together in high school, last days I will see Finn, and I will just waste it because of pessimism and, ugh, pride. Mercedes left me for a while with an unsatisfied smile because she's going to try the gowns she selected.

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"Kurt?" The voice that comes from my behind sounds familiar, very familiar. Like it's the only voice I always hear when I'm sleeping or daydreaming—Oh God, it's him.

"Finn?"

"Hey, what are you doing here? Are you going to buy a dress too to the Prom?"

"Too?" Wait, too? Does it mean that Finn's going to buy a dress TOO? I mean…

"I'm with Rachel. She asked me to come with her."

"Oh—" I swear I feel embarrassed. I'm so nasty. Why in Earth am I going to think that Finn Hudson is shopping for a gown to wear in the Prom? He's the quarterback, he had girlfriends... he is absolutely straight—unfortunately.

"So you're checking out some gowns too or—"

"I'm with Mercedes. She's the one who's checking out some gowns... Do you think I'm going to wear a gown to the Prom, don't you—?" That was bad. I quickly slap my hand to my mouth. At first, all Finn replied to me is silence, but after around 3 seconds, he smiles.

"Well, there's a part of me that thought you were because you're here and everything… I hope that didn't insult you…"

"No, its okay… of course, it doesn't offense me… I mean, even I thought the same to you… I…"

"Do you already have something to wear to the Prom?" Finn suddenly asked which kinda caught me off guard. I don't know… there's just something weird about it…

"I… Actually—" He's waiting for my answer carefully which just made me a little bit more confused. "Uhm… what do you have in mind?"

He deeply breathes before answering my question. "I need someone to come with me. You know, because you're good at fashion and stuffs… I'm sure Mercedes and Rachel will understand if we leave… at least we didn't get to see what our dates will wear—"

"Mercedes is not my date to the Prom" I suddenly cut him off. And I just remember one another important thing about the Prom: DATE. I still haven't got a date!

"Oh… really? I thought you were because after all you guys are best friends… So—" Before Finn continues what he's going to say, we call Mercedes and Rachel to inform them that we're leaving now. Finn continues as we walk around the mall and look for a store which sells, well, formal wears… for guys. "—So, who's your date to the Prom?"

I stop walking as the words enter my ears. It's kinda awkward, you know? To be asked who's going to be my date to the Prom by the one you wish is your date.

"Hey Kurt, are you alright?"

"I… I am… No… Okay, I still don't have a date to the Prom." Finn suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"You don't?" Before I even talk, I unexpectedly felt that my eyes are getting wet. Oh gush, I am sobbing because I still don't have a date to the Prom! And in front of Finn Hudson! Of all people who could possibly see me sobbing because I don't have a date, it's Finn. "H-hey, don't cry… you'll get a date…"

"But when, Finn? The Prom is in two days and I still don't have a date! I still don't even have something to wear because I'm torn between wearing a gown or a tuxedo!"

"Wearing a gown?"

"Yes! I like to wear a gown to the Prom… I…" Oh God, did I just said that in front of Finn, that I wanted to wear a gown to the Prom? My heart beats a thousand miles per second all of a sudden. "Look Finn, I'm just carried away—"

"Then why don't you just go and wear what you like to wear?" I'm surprised with his respond. I was expecting him to laugh at me, but he didn't. Instead he tries to sound… encouraging…

"I can't… I can't do that… I think I'm just going to put myself into a complete humiliation in front of the whole batch if I do so. And I'll look ugly, I think…"

You know what? It scares me when Finn suddenly didn't respond to that and just gives me a gesture that we should just keep on walking and look for a perfect store. He didn't even talk to me while we're walking, except when we're talking about the store where we're going to buy formal suits and tuxedos—wait, where are we going?

"Are you going to take a pee?" I asked him nervously. We're in the male's comfort room. It's quite silent here, compare to the atmosphere outside this room.

"Look Kurt, don't worry about what other people will say to you if you wear a gown to the Prom. Their opinions and comments don't matter. What's important is… it makes you happy. And it's our last days in high school." I think I'm going to cry again. But this time, because of joy. Did Finn just, like, support me with this whole gown thing? It's seriously overwhelming. "And I think you're not going to look ugly." That makes me float more. Not literally float. I look down suddenly because my eyes are seriously getting heavy. I'm going to cry—AGAIN. "Hey, cry again?" Finn asked, while holding my shoulders. Oh gosh, this is embarrassing.

"It's just…" I look up and a little bit shock to see how Finn's face near to mine. "…I'm happy that you're… supporting me… even I'm just another minority…"

"Don't say that." He then pulls a face of half irritation and half… like a joke or something, before continuing. "We are all minorities, okay?" And he smiles. Why he needs to be so damn cute?! And his face is just an inch away from me!

I just turn my sight to my side before staring back at him and smiles. What surprise me is that he hugs me after that. Yes, Finn Hudson hugs me! I'm going to remember this day, so much.

"Wait… so I'm really going to wear a gown?" Finn pulls back and smiles.