Sorry for the mistakes.

I DON'T OWN GLEE.

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How could he do that? He just dumbed me for some stupid cheerio. Now I'm alone on the prom.

"Would you like to dance?"

I look up and see a guy. He's dressed in all black. Black suit. Black mask. Black tie. And he has beautiful dark brown eyes. He seems familiar.

I smile at him and take his hand.

He's a good dancer. But he seems sooo familiar.

After two songs, the DJ plays a slow song.

The mystery guy bows a bit and asks in a really bad british accent.
"May I have this dance, young lady?"

I giggle and take his hand.

"Yes, you may."

I wrap my arms around his neck and he lays his hands on my waist.

Sway to the slow beat and just stare into each others eyes. So familiar.

Who is he?

Matt? No.

Mike? No.

Santiago? Yes. Wait. What?! Santiago?!

I pull away from him and pull him out of the gym.

"Santiago?!"

Slowly he takes of his mask.

Damn. It is Santiago.

I just fell for Santiago Lopez.

THE END

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I found this in my Biology book.