Slight AU. Yes, for my entire fanfictioning "career," I've tried to keep every word of my stories realistic (at least, for the show.) But I can't take it. I want to write a super-sweet, less than realistic Sebtana story. Here it is. Read and review?

Mr. Schu seemed to be very nervous. He looked as if he was about to drop a bomb in McKinley High, though every single school day he looked like that. But this time, he seemed like he was totally going to melt. Quinn Fabray fanned herself with a beautiful wooden fan that Sam Evans gave her. She couldn't stand seeing her secret role model and mentor look like that, so she asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Schu?"

"Nothing," he replied, scratching his head. Santana lifted one of her eyebrows. "Yeah right," she thought aloud. "The last time you said that, Blaine got rock-salt-slushied by Captain Sebastian Squirrel Smythe."

Finally, the teacher stopped pretending everything was alright. "Okay, Figgins… he… he decided to hold a Dalton-McKinley 'crossover' prom so you girls can make up with the Warblers."

"What?" Santana screamed. The other girls just froze in utter shock and anger at their completely unrealistic principal – well, except for Sugar. "I have a feeling this won't be good," Quinn said. "I mean, didn't you see what happened the last time we even made contact with those Smynfected Warblers?" "What are you talking about?" Sugar bluntly asked. "Seriously, those guys were really cuter than most of the boys in McKinley, except for Kurt. The only thing they did with us was slushie Blaine and made him get eye surgery and have permanent slight eye damage, but he's still alive."

Then Sugar gave Kurt a wink, which terrified him. Brittany frowned, completely jealous. "But Kurt's my unicorn," she whimpered.

Quinn rolled her eyes. Even Rory felt as if he wanted to break up with her. She could be very insensitive. Blaine sighed. She had made his pain even more insufferable.

Santana broke the awkward silence. "Look, Mr. Schu, we can't do this! It's our last prom and you're going to ruin it by inviting those… those…" "Madmen?" Tina offered. "Idiots?" Rachel suggested. "No, idiotic madmen," Santana declared. All of them nodded in agreement.

"Look, Santana, Sebastian was the only one who tortured you, really," Mr. Schu reminded them. "And besides, I didn't decide this. Figgins did. I'm so sorry." "Well, I bet you whined about it," Mercedes accused him suddenly. "Technically, you're the one to blame."

"No, I didn't," Mr. Schu denied. "You guys did. Figgins became sick of all your complaints, so he discussed this with the Dalton guys. Don't blame everything on me."

The girls decided there was no use arguing, especially since Figgins decided it. They could've debated about the prom with Mr. Schuester since he was a sort-of-kindhearted teacher, but Principal Figgins was a completely different matter. A fumbling guy with a knack for delusions – that was him. Unless you had Sue Sylvester's wit-slash-blackmailing skills or a ton of money, you're no match for him.

Before they knew it, the night of the prom came. The girls all met up in Quinn's house, partly because she generously offered it to be their meeting place, but mainly because her wardrobe fit a queen – and also, fit most of the girls perfectly. It was like her clothes were made out of stretchy rubber, which Santana previously ridiculed, stating that it was the result of her stretch marks.

"We don't really need to make a good impression on the Warblers, don't we?" Quinn asked. She hesitated to put on her makeup. Rachel approached her and started rubbing pink blush on Quinn's cheeks. "No, you don't," she replied. "But if you don't apply any makeup, you'll look an idiot to everyone."

Santana accidentally thought of Sebastian and unconsciously rubbed dark red lipstick on her lips. But it accidentally went near her nose, and she squealed. "Whoa, wrong!" she whined.

Then she wiped it off with Quinn's scented tissues. I wonder what else would go wrong, she wondered.

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