A/N: so, I know I already wrote a puckleberry prom story (A Glee Prom, if you missed it), but then I found out a ~new~ spoiler, and I decided that it warranted it's very own version of the event. So this is it :)

SPOILER: kurt does come back to new directions (who didn't see that one coming?), lauren and quinn are both going at it for prom queen, and rachel has ~two~ dates for prom. that is the only knowledge i possess about the episode; everything else was created in my pez/puckleberry-loving mind. and brittana. but no love for luck-boo to luck.

"Damn it Britt! You love me—you know you love me!"

The blonde looked pained at the hurt in her friend's eyes. "I do love you Sanny," she replied softly. "But I'm with Artie, and he's going to ask me…"

"But he hasn't yet!" the Latina countered. "Doesn't that mean anything to you, that I asked first? That I got this for you?" She let the back of her hand graze along the soft bloom, now pinned delicately in the other's cornsilk locks.

Brittany smiled, her blue eyes glistening, their hue almost identical to the flower in her hair. "I love the High Sin flower, Sanny." The dark-haired girl smirked at the (highly appropriate) mispronunciation, but her face fell in disappointment as she continued, "But Artie's my boyfriend, and he'd be hurt if I went without him." Brittany patted the other girl's arm.

Santana pressed her hands into her face to keep from screaming (or crying, but she'd never admit that). "Fine," she bit, pulling her body away (how did the Amazonian beauty have this effect on her?) "I've got plenty of options—I'll just find someone else. See you there."

She spun away, ignoring the blonde girl's calls after her as she stormed down the hall. Santana was hot, and she was popular; she could have any guy she wanted take her to Prom.

But, if she was being truly honest (something she rarely allowed herself to be), she asked Brittany because she loved her, and she wanted to go with the girl that made her heart do somersaults over itself. She didn't care what everyone else thought about her being…whatever she was (Santana still refused to use a label); she just wanted to be whatever it was with Brittany.

But Britt was with Wheels, and she wasn't budging from his crippled self. So Santana would have to find someone else to take her. However, going over the choices, it wasn't looking so good. She'd ditched Sam (Froggy Lips just wasn't doing for her anymore- apparently he found her nicknames offensive or something), and Puck was with Beluga Mama, and, to tell the truth, she didn't really want to go with some guy that just wanted to hook up afterward anyways (not that she wouldn't, whether she gave a shit about them or not). What she needed was a way to make Brittany notice her, make her jealous. She needed…

The Latina smiled when she saw her target. Brunette and brown-eyes made their way towards the lockers, never realizing they were being watched. Santana zeroed in and followed.

Meanwhile, Puck and Lauren were hanging out down the hall. He'd brought her a box of Cadberry eggs (he'd decided to stock up while they were in season) and now they were laughing about something some dork in her English class had said.

"So, I'll grab the tickets today at lunch?" he asked her.

"Tickets?" Lauren asked, her expression puzzled.

"Yeah, you know—Prom?" the mowhawked boy clarified. "I'll pick you up at seven, we'll go to Breadsticks, dance the night away? Only, we're gonna have to take my truck; I can't afford a limo." He didn't add that he'd also depleted his budget by getting them a room on the third floor (hey, the damn thing was at a fucking hotel—if that wasn't a giant advertisement for making his move and getting some, he didn't know what was), because he didn't think she would appreciate it now like she would then. His plan was to argue later that he wanted it to be a surprise—romantic, or some shit.

The bespeckled beauty nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, about that," she told him. "I'm breaking up with you."

Zizes was calm about most everything. Whether she was happy or insulting someone, it was always in a level tone, so Puck didn't process what she'd said for a second.

But then the next second happened. "Wait, what?"

"It was good while it lasted Puckerman, but I'm moving on," she replied, patting his shoulder.

"You're dumping me? What the fuck-why?" Puck shouted; he was never really good with maintaining a cool exterior when he was pissed. Blame his daddy issues.

Lauren gave him a hard, appraising look. "Sorry Puck; but if I'm serious about winning this Prom Queen thing, I've got to bring my A-game. Polls just came out, and being seen with a Lima-loser like you is really cramping my style."

"What are you talking about babe—I'm totally badass." Puck's eyebrow quirked incredulously to hide the sting of the insult. Why did chicks always fucking feel the need to throw in Lima? Wasn't calling him a god damn loser in general enough?

"No," Lauren corrected him. "You were badass. Now the jocks think you're a loser and the losers think you're an asshole. I need a front-runner if I'm going to wipe the floor with Fabray, and you're not it. Sorry."

Puck was stunned as she turned to walk away. She'd only gone five steps when she turned back to him and delivered the final blow: "Oh, and I'm quitting Glee. Pass it along, okay?"

And with that, she left the boy in the dust.

By lunch it had gotten around what went down, or at least that's what the stocky boy had figured based off of the information delivered by Jew-Fro (looking for an exclusive) before Puck dumpster-tossed his sorry ass.

God damn it, this was embarrassing. He needed to recover from this mess, and fast. Prom was right around the fucking corner, and he needed a date—like yesterday. Puck figured if he brought a chick to the dance, plus let word get around about that empty room in his name, then Zizes and the rest of the fuckers in this school would have nothing on him.

Unfortunately, the pickings were a little slim this close to the big event. He couldn't remember which Cheerios were single anymore (he'd been kind of distracted lately and had stopped paying attention, what with the short leash Z had him on), and didn't want to risk spreading this fucking shit any further by being rejected by some chick with a superiority complex. He needed a surefire in.

He skipped Geometry again; Artie'd be upset, but Puck needed to lie down and think before school got out. As he stared upwards at the dull white ceiling, he considered his options.

By the day's end, he had a plan.

A/N: in case you missed it, the flower Santana bought for Britt was a hyacinth- it means sincerity, which is sort of appropriate (or at least it probably was until she got shot down).