Author's Note: Sorry that I STILL haven't finished 7 Minutes yet. It's just SO HARD (that's what she said ^-^). Anyways, I have a treat for you. After being inspired by the Prom Queen episode, I have taken scenes from it and turned it all Kurtofsky for ya. So if you weren't a fan of all of that Klaine crap (I sure know I wasn't), have I got a treat for you! Just a warning though, chapter one has a LOT of freakin KLANE in it, and I'm so sorry about that, but you'll be happy at the end, I promise.

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~ Sea Pig ^-^

P.S. Don't spoil Funeral for me in the comments if you watch it next week, cuz I'm going camping with this club from my school and I'm gonna miss it *sad face*.

P.P.S If anyone can think of chapter titles, I'll gladly take them.

Disclaimer: In this fic, I use dialogue from the show. I don't own it and I didn't write it. Anyways I wouldn't own it in the first place considering it's mostly KLAINE. Ew.

Diggin' The Dancing Queen

by Sea Pig

Chapter One

I took a deep breath as we sat there, gazing into each other's eyes as we waited for our food to arrive to our table. He was just so dapper and adorable, I couldn't take my gaze away from him! Finally, I closed my eyes for just a moment and breathed out to calm myself. "Everything's gonna be fine, Kurt," I told myself, "Just remember, courage."

"Give me your hand," I whispered warmly. He looked a little confused, but gladly reached across the table and rested his palm over mine. Then, I did the same, placing my other hand right on top of his. "Blaine Warbler," I began, making sure to look right at him, "Will you go to Junior Prom with me?"

"P-prom?" He stuttered, shaking his head.

"It'll be the social event of the season," I giggled, but then I became serious again as his face seemed to fall. "You don't wanna go to Prom with me?" I asked a bit too quickly.

"No, no, no! Of course- of course I wanna go with you," He apologized, continuing with his stutter. I payed close attention. This was odd behavior for Blaine, and I was beginning to become suspicious. "It's just... uh, Prom..."

"What about Prom, Blaine?" I questioned, looking down at my drink this time. I was starting to run a little low on confidence.

He was looking down now too. He almost looked afraid as he began his confession. "At my old school, there was a Sadie Hawkins Dance. And, I had just come out. So... I asked a friend of mine, the only other gay guy in the school. While we were waiting for his dad to pick us up. These three guys, um... beat the living crap out of us."

It took me a moment to process the news. Blaine? Gay bashed? I never had even considered something like that happening to him. He was so charismatic and nice. A little critical and controlling, maybe, but still, so friendly and kind and affectionate. I swear, some people in this world...

"I-I'm so sorry," I told him, my voice breathy and weak at the thought of poor Blaine getting beaten up by a bunch of close-minded, homophobic, teenage boys, who were probably each twice his size and weight.

"I'm out, and I'm proud and all that," He started again, using his hands for emphasis. I started to take notice of the semi-dramatic music playing in the background and how it fit so perfectly and so unfortunately into the little scene we were in. "But..." He began stuttering out more words, but I wasn't focused too much on his confessions anymore.

"This is perfect," I said, realizing the opportunity we had, "You couldn't face up to the bullies at your school, so you can do it at mine." He smiled and looked down into his lap. "We can do it together." We paused for a moment as he took a sip of his ginger ale. I still felt sorry for him, and so I had to make a sacrifice to make sure he was happy.

"But I have to say Blaine that if it makes you feel uncomfortable, at all, we'll just forget about Prom," I admitted to him, "We'll go to a movie instead."

"I am crazy about you," He told me, giving me his adorable gigantic doe-eyes that I can just never ever resist.

"So... I'll take that as a, yes?" I asked, wanting to be sure. Whenever he got flirty, I could never tell what was right or wrong, or the difference between yes and no. Maybe it was because he was so discreet, or maybe I was just blinded by love.

"...Yes," He finally managed to reply, wriggling his head around a bit. "You and I are going to the prom."

I spastically sprung up from my seat in the booth and slapped the table with my hands, squeaking with joy as I pressed my lips together in an attempt to keep any more embarrassing little noises from escaping. Blaine and I were going to the Prom.

"Ugh, I can't BELIEVE him!" I screamed, slamming my bedroom door behind me as I rushed inside, absolutely fuming. "Does he even remotely have any idea how hard I worked to put this together?" I slipped off my shoes and flung myself onto my bed, grabbing one of the decoration pillows and biting into it like a rabid dog. I had just come back upstairs from the worst new outfit reveal of all time. Finn had rather liked my tailored jacket and the forest green kilt that had gone with it. But of course, Dad wasn't for it. Mostly because he thought I was just trying to attract attention, even though I secretly knew he thought it was weird for guys to wear skirts. But BLAINE, he was totally against it! I couldn't believe him! Even though he had been through a traumatic experience with school dances before, that didn't mean he had to be so critical of me and my work! In fact, the whole point of our little date to Junior Prom was to show people that it was okay to be different and that being gay meant that you could go to Prom and have fun. Not to blend in! I didn't want to go to my Prom dressed like just anybody. I couldn't! It interfered with everything I believed in, and I was starting to get sick of Blaine being so disagreeable.

"Now that I think about it, he's always been like this!" I thought.I could easily remember tons of times when Blaine had decided to either criticize my decisions to the point where I handed over the decision making power I had to him, or to pull away my power right away and not let me have a say in the first place! When I had been in the Warblers, I hardly ever got to make decisions. But Blaine did, and he wasn't even a board member! When Blaine had gone to that dreadful party with me, he made out with Rachel freaking Berry, and I got yelled at in the end. And even just earlier in the week, when we had gone out to dinner, he had rejected my Prom proposal as a bad idea, just because he was afraid. It was beginning to reach a point where he seemed less concerned about our safety and more concerned about being able to make all of my decisions for me and criticize me when I thought of something on my own.

And I was at the absolute end of my rope.

"One more slip-up Blaine Warbler," I whispered into my now dampened pillow, "And you're through!"

And that's when I started having second thoughts about Prom.