This is what I have been waiting for all year, and finally it's here. Prom, and not just any prom, a masquerade prom. The best prom theme to hit Mckinley High school since forever. I may not have a date but what I do have is style. I don't mean to brag but I don't think anyone in Mckinley comes even remotely close to my amazing sense of style. This masquerade prom will give me the opportunity to show of my designing skills because I, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, am going to make the most fashionable, sophisticated, luxurious suit that Ohio has ever seen. But first I have to get through the rest of my 11th grade year.
"KURT! Oh my gosh, prom is only a month and a half away! Can you believe it?" Can I believe it? Of course I can, it's the one thing I have been looking forward to all year, what a question to ask me. Does she know me at all? Right rhetorical questions exist.
"YES, I am so excited! You need to take me with you when you go dress shopping Mercedes! We can get the other New Directions girls to come and make a whole day of it."
"Sound's like a plan white boy, let's head to glee and tell the rest of the girls."
When we arrived in the Choir room I saw most of the New Directions sitting there and talking amicably to each other. Rachel and Finn were siting so close to each other that they looked literally connected at the hip, especially because they were wearing matching outfits, which was some new thing that she had recently decided on doing. Freaking Rachel, what a weirdo. I also noticed Santana and Brittany being even more flirtatious than usual with Artie out sick. Mike and Tina were making goo goo eyes towards one another, and Puck and Quinn were whispering about something. Mercedes promptly left my side to sit next to Sam and hug him firmly. In that moment I realized something, I realized that I envied them. All of them had something that they took for granted. I have spent my entire life wanting to have what they have, but even if I did find someone, I would never be able to flaunt it the way they do. Not in Ohio at least. Maybe in New York, maybe one day, but that wasn't today. So for now I will just sit in my seat and decide to stop feeling sorry for myself, at least for a little while. Plus Mr. Schuester had arrived, with Ms. Pillsbury, figures… But at least that means glee will finally be starting.
"Um, why is Ms. Pillsbury here?" Finn asked while raising his hand, what's the point of raising your hand if you are already talking? What an oaf.
"She's helping us out with this week's assignment." Mr. Shue answered after writing Acceptance on the board.
"Now, this is the only club at school that is represented by just about every race, religion sexual orientation and clique but many of you are still having a hard time with acceptance." Yeah like accepting you ridiculous sweater vest collection. Sigh, I guess I am in a really bad mood, I need to chill out, maybe some Vogue after school before I do my homework. That will do the trick.
"That's crazy, Mr. Shue. We love each other."
"No, I won't deny that you accept each other, but you don't accept yourselves."
Mr. Shue continued on by explaining all about singing about the best and worst parts about ourselves…blah blah. Rachel said something…. Blah blah. But then, what did I just hear? Gaga. GAGA! We are singing Gaga! OH MY GAGA! Wow I am being so Bi-polar today. But still, Gaga is amazing, and out of everyone in this glee club I accept myself more then anyone else. Well at least I do now after that Football playing, Mellencamp singing, Britney kissing phase of last year. That was ridiculous, but now I know who I am and I wouldn't change that for anyone.
"So you excited for Gaga Kurt?" Seriously? Again with the rhetorical questions?
"Of course! None of the new artists are as good as her. I also think this is a decent learning assignment too, not for me perhaps, but for everyone else."
"I think everyone has something about themselves they can be more accepting about. But yeah I get what you mean, oh well, at least there's GAGA! I will see you around boo." She gave me a hug.
"Bye Cedes." After I grabbed my stuff I walked out of the Choir room and saw the strangest thing. There was a boy around my age walking with Jasmine, of all people, and dressed in a tracksuit with boxing gloves slung over his shoulder. He had a strong build and slicked back hair (Jesus that's a lot of gel). I had never seen him before, but even weirder I had never seen anyone talking to Jasmine before, let alone making her laugh. Weird. Well no matter, I have more important things to think about, like Vogue, and the Masquerade, and Gaga.
For anyone who is just starting this story there are a few editing mistakes. I am currently going through and fixing those, although hopefully there weren't too many to begin with. Enjoy the story everyone!