Once upon a ball

Chapter three

A night to remember

By Princessrose175

Author's note: hello! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! For coming back to read some more! Sorry this took so long I'm really busy and starting a fanfiction story in the middle of a school year is kinda crazy and delusional of me, but here you go enjoy! And this is also my first ever story to write so please go easy on me. And let me know if any of you like the flash, cause I'm thinking of doing a story regarding that and the warblers. Anyway, on with the story, i hope you like it.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE, HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL(The title of the chapter) AND/OR ANY OTHER THING I FEEL LIKE USING! I ONLY OWN MY PLOTLINE, OC'S, AND ORIGINAL SONGS! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Mercedes point of view

"Come on Quinn, Lucy, whoever you are, you know that you deserve somebody who loves you, and that person is Rachel. I don't care that she likes that Finn guy he's not the one right for her you are. I can see it in your eyes everytime you look at her, and i can see it in her too. You just have to make a move on her before she's gone."

"But Mercedes, you don't understand. I've already tried countless number of times."

"Then what's one more," butted in kurt right before his dad came to pick him up," well it looks like my dad will be here soon, you should go for it Lucy, if it means that much to you go for it, dont let her get snatched up shes special. I mean if i weren't gay I'd totally be hitting on her."

'Oh please, she would drive you crazy. Plus if you weren't gay i would have already snatched you up."

"You're totally right Mercedes, I almost forgot about that thing you had for me in the fifth grade, anyway my dad just pulled up, bye girls."

"Bye kurt!" we shouted in his ear in sync.

'Bye Mrs. Jones, thanks for having me over." he called to my mom, before he left.

"Bye kurt, have fun at the dance." she said as she poked her head out of her office.

"Thanks, bye." he stated as he finally closed the door around and left, to go over to Rachel's.

Rachel Point of view |

I was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of fresh strawberries, blueberries, and cantaloupe when the doorbell rang. My daddy got up to go get the door, and when he opened it he found Andrew smiling brightly as he held onto his girlfriend, Amelia.

" Why, hello Andrew! Rachel's dance isn't for another six hours, what are you doing her?" He exclaimed as he leaned in to give both Andrew and Amelia hug.

"Well Mr. Berry I wa"

"Andrew I told you to call me Hiram!" Daddy interrupted!

"Anyway as I was saying,we felt we should come over to show you something and I figured we'd start preparing Rachel once were done with that."

"But the dance isn't until later."

"Well we still have to take her to the spa, nail salon, and the mane boutique."

"I forgot about the spa!" Papa exclaimed! "We'll just have to do it here in our miniature spa."

"Miniature.?." My daddy remarked.

"Oh, shut up," called papa, as he got up off of his leather chair.

"Anyway, Andrew why don't we go in the sunroom instead of staying in this dark, dark room with no windows."

" That's just fine with me Hiram. What do you think Amelia?" Andrew asked his girlfriend with sincerity.

"I think it would be absolutely lovely, Mr and Mr Berry."

"Gloria darling, please call us Hiram and Leroy! We're practically family we've known each other since Andrew first became friends with you in the third grade, it's not like we didn't know Andrew until he came to Vogue."

When we walked over to the sunroom, I felt very confused, what did Andrew want to show us.

Once we were seated Andrew spoke," So, last night after we got back, I took Ahna out to dinner for our anniversary. And before you ask yesterday was not our anniversary, but we were both out of town on our anniversary, and could not change our plans. So, therefore we decided to go out last night, and…" he left off the next part for Amelia to say.

"He proposed! We're getting married!"

"I thought it was about time, I mean we have been dating for twelve looooong years."

"Andrew!"

"What?! you know I'm joking." He said innocently.

"Is that it?"

"I wish-ish." He added the ish after his newly fiancée gave him a look.

"You see, we're getting married late April, early May."

"Why? You have all the time in the world." My papa questioned sincerely.

"Well, in order for me to be able to fit into a regular wedding dress at the wedding and not have to be in a maternity one, we have to get married soon."

"Are you saying what I think your saying!?" My papa asked giddily.

"Yes!" Amelia squealed.

"Well, come on then. It's already one, and now we have four ladies to pamper."

"Four?" Andrew and Daddy both questioned, as they thought they only had Rachel.

"Why yes, two of Rachel's friends are coming over,"

"Andreana and Kurt, which means three ladies and one boy. Papa!"

"Who's the third one though?" Asked daddy.

"Amelia." I said as if it were the most clear thing in the world.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to do that, I'm perfectly fine."

"I thought you might enjoy, but if you really don't want to do it." I convincingly prompted.

"Alright fine." She sighed dramatically.

"Good then." I nodded approvingly.

Luckily, just as that conversation ended, Kurt rang the doorbell to let us know he was finally here, then less than two minutes later, Andreana got here.

"Off to spa!" I yelled enthusiastically.

At the "mini" spa

"Now we apply the facial," stated papa.

"I know blueberry for Amelia, Vanilla mint for Rachel, razpadazz for Andreana, and I believe milk coconut chocolate for Kurt, am I correct?" Asked Andrew as he was preparing the four different types of facials, for the four of us.

"That's right." Replied a smug Kurt, since he had confirmed that milk coconut chocolate was indeed the right facial 'flavor', for the fifth time now. I think that Andrew is just making sure that there is someone just like him and that he's not dreaming. Well, obviously Kurt's not 'just like him' because Kurt is gay, and well Andrew's fiancé is pregnant, and last I checked….

Anyway… once they got all of the facials mixed up and applied, we got to decide or nail polish color. Well, except for Kurt, he's just going to get them buffed, since he's a boy, you know. We chose our colors immediately, no hesitation we all knew exactly what we wanted. I chose the blue infused grey matte color, while Andreana chose a black matte with sequins to go on the bottoms, and Amelia chose a glossy purple infused grey for her nails. They are going to be so beautiful when they are done.

Quinn POV- meanwhile

"Mom!" I called as soon as I got home,"I'm home!"

"That's great dear, why don't you go grab your dress, then we can go get your hair done at Melissa's."

"Kay. BRB!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

As soon as I got down stairs it was off to the car, thank goodness I wore something nice to Santana's, I went over there as soon as I left Mercedes, she had to get ready and Kurt had already left to go to Rachel's. That lucky boy, him and Andreana, I swear. Of course I had been lost in a daydream since we left the house, because now we're at the salon, thirty minutes after we left, which is surprising because usually it takes about 40 minutes with all of the country roads. Soon enough though, I was in the salon and sitting down in the chair ready for my 'makeover' my mom said that as if I were to cut or dye my hair or something. I love my pretty red hair, but mom doesn't. She just lucky I agreed to that diet, after we left our old house I immediately went on a diet, something about upholding the Fabray name.

Thirty minutes later after cutting off five inches, so my hair would be about three inches past shoulder length. My mom was of course still begging me to dye it, I finally gave in though to my dismay. I was to dye it a natural blonde color, just a little dark.

She applied the dye and one hour later my beautiful auburn red hair was turned into a soft luscious blonde. Why did I give in! No one's going to recognize me! Oh well, maybe this is what will make Rachel attracted to me in the end.

One hour later at Santana's house

Ding dong!

"Santana sweetheart, can you get the door?"

"Yeah mom!"

"Hey you," I said to her as she opened the door.

"Britt's already upstairs," she called as we started ascending the stairs, so was she just going to ignore the fact that I look totally different and that my makeup is totally not me.

"Quinnie!" Joyfully screamed Britt when she saw I was here." You look so pretty with your white dress and your hair! It's blonde, we're like twins now!" To say she was excited was an understatement.

"Yeah yeah," replied an unenthusiastic Santana.

"Hey what's up?"

"First it was the body, now the hair and makeup! Really Q, I get you want to not be excluded but, we don't care what you look like it's not like you have to worry about losing us."

"San, that's not why my hair looks like this, my mom practically forced me to get it died so I could uphold the Fabray name."

"Still, your makeup…"

"My makeup is going to get washed off then you two are going to do it, because yours look stunning." That's how two hours later my look was completely transformed form hottie hooker to stunning middle schooler.

Knock-knock-knock

"Sweetie, Liz is here!" Called Santana's mother up the stairs.

"Coming!" Yelled Santana, in a very annoyed tone.

"Can you guys come with me?" Pleaded Santana towards us.

"Fine," it's not like I could resist her pout face, easier now that in ten minutes.

We all made a move to go downstairs at the same time which resulted in us opening the door then bumping into to each other and rolling down the curved stairs, which were very close to her room, and to the front door where her cousin had watched everything unfold through the window. Once we all got up and untangled, Santana was the one to open the door, and of course Elizabeth just couldn't keep her mouth shut.

"Still acting like three years olds I see," remarked the 13 year old.

"Still acting like a class A bitch I see," threw back Santana.

"Oh please, I'm the favorite in this family."

"You can keep believing that as long as Abuela is giving me more presents and money."

"That's because your family needs it, mine has an abundance of money, while yours does not."

"Yeah, cause you know my mom is the one who works as a realtor and not the one who is a surgical doctor."

"Stop bragging Santana, it's not nice."

It was at That moment Santana's mom, came ou if the kitchen to hear then end of her and Elizabeth's conversation.

"Santana! Be nice to your cousin!"

"But mom, she started it!"

"I'm done with that excuse Santana May Lopez! You have been using that excuse ever since you were five years old! I'm done with it!"

"It's true Maribel," I butted in.

"Quinn I appreciate that you like to help prove Santana point, but I am done with excuses and I would appreciate if you didn't lie to me. Now why don't you girls all go upstairs into the loft, maybe you can play a fun board game or karaoke, I still have to finish diner."

"Yes " said Brittany in the most plain tone I've ever heard her talk in.

Important notice:

So, that's it for this chapter, I'll try and have the next one up next weekend or that week. Please review, they mean the most to me, but please be nice, in my opinion a review is to compliment somebody on their work or to suggest them on a few things they could do better. I know you may not want to waste your time on reviewing, trust me i know, but it means the world to me when i see i have a review. Just do me a favor and don't post anything mean, because i have worked really hard on this story and if you don't have anything nice to say about it, then i don't care about your opinion and it means nothing to me, so save your breath, well time and text, since you can't say it to my face. Also, thank you for taking your time to read this. Make sure to hit the follow and favorite button on your way out too!

Next chapter: arriving at the dance and seeing kurt's, Santana's, Brittany's, Finn's, and Andreana's outfits.

Btw: I dedicate this story to my Bff for inspiring me to write this.