A/N: so this is a drabble thing i wrote on tumblr and figured id publish
it goes with this http:/ .tumblr. com /tumblr_ll00knxWIv1qcldv9o1_400. jpg graphic if youre interested
"Why did he pick today to wear that jersey?" Sam asked Puck frantically.
"I dunno dude. You'll be fine, chill." His friend replied absentmindedly, winking at Quinn across the choir room.
"But he looks…I'm gonna forget the words!" Puck sighed and turned to face the nervous blond.
"Evans. Calm the fuck down. You love him and he loves you and all that girly shit. You're gonna sing, he'll melt, you ask him to prom and he says yes. It's all gonna work out dude."
"All right guys!" Before Sam could reply, Mr. Schuester walked into the room. Puck gave him a shove as Schue continued.
"Um, Mr. Schue? Before we start the lesson could I, have a minute."
"Okay…" Sam nodded at Puck and the rest of the guys who quietly started playing his intro.
As the song came to a close, Sam set his guitar down and reached for Kurt's hands, pulling him to stand by the piano.
"Kurt…um, I really care about you a lot…and I'm scared of graduating cause you know we're going to different schools next year and I'm afraid to lose you but I figure he have to enjoy the time left and uh…"
"Sam." Kurt interrupted, eyes twinkling. "Just ask me already." Sam swallowed nervously.
"Will you go to prom with me?"
A/N: He said yes.
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