Second day: Date
"Look, I know you guys are already busy readying for the Prom. But, Principal Figgins just talked to me and told me that the Glee club will perform, tomorrow…" Mr. Schue said to us, which lead to several murmurs.
"But Mr. Schuester, we can't perform tomorrow in our formal dress. We will look tremendously silly in front of the whole batch." Rachel blurted out. "Except if you're going to supply us costumes for our performance tomorrow—but that's just not a good idea. It's the Prom, Mr. Schue. We want to have the time of our lives during the Prom." She added.
"I understand your point, Rachel. But I can't say no to Principal Figgins. Especially now you guys won the Nationals. Oh God, I still can't believe you guys won the Nationals. But what I mean is… you guys need a proper recognition. You need to prove to those people who always underestimate you (take that Sue Sylvester) that you guys are special. Really special… and don't worry about the costumes. Your performance will be after the whole dance and eating proper and before the awarding…" Mr. Schue just continued his speech while I worried about my date. I still don't have a date to the Prom! I'm not even sure if I'm going to the Prom… I mean, I already decided what I am going to wear but… I'm not sure if I'm really going to wear it—you get what I mean, don't you? "Okay, so, see you this afternoon." Mr. Schue proclaimed.
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Oh. My. God. I got a date. I GOT A DATE! I GOT A DATE TO THE PROM! But… the problem is… I don't know who it is but I already got a date to the Prom! Okay, here's exactly what happened: When I checked out my locker earlier, it has a card inside which doesn't look familiar to me. It looks like a Valentine card or the likes because it has flowers and hearts, but I don't care. When I opened it, it says:
I know you're not expecting this… But, I just want you to know that you're a really awesome person, Kurt. I admit it that sometimes you're annoying but… I know you have a soft side, too. Not really soft, as in, feminine. We all know that. What I mean is… I know you're a good person, too. A really, really good person… okay, I'm going to say my real intention now... Kurt Hummel, I want you to be my date to the Prom. I know you didn't know who the hell I am but… I just can't face you as you read this because I'm afraid of rejection, mostly if you find out who I am really. I'm afraid that you might don't like me back. But I guess you're going to accept me as your date. So… see you tomorrow. Don't be late, okay? I'm going to introduce myself tomorrow =) – your knight in shining armor.
Isn't it romantic? But I'm completely nervous about this. It is possible Mercedes is right, that maybe, "whoever sends you that might just mock you."
"Maybe you're the one who sends this" I reply jokingly to her. She threw me gibberish look before answering back.
"It can't be me, Kurt. It's obvious that the one who wrote that is, purely according to the handwriting and the tone of the voice and of course, the pseudonym, a guy—
"Shut up. Whose guy in Earth will ever want a fag to be his partner to the Prom?"
"What if I say… Finn?" The world stops turning after that. What if it's really Finn? I mean, after what happened yesterday, there's a possibility that it's Finn… but what if not? "It's possible that it's him. I know the two of you left me and Rachel and hang out with each other yesterday."
"But what if it's not really him? And, isn't Rachel Finn's date?"
"Well…"
"I don't want to raise my hope, again, Mercedes. I'm already satisfied that he's closer to me now, as a friend… because if I expect him to like me more than a friend, it might just hurt me in the end." And I started sobbing, for the millionth time this week. I hate being a cry baby, you know? But it's me. Nothing I can do about it. Mercedes then hug me which really comforts me even just for a short while. We never really hug each other for the past few years—well, we do but it's not as intense as this one. Sometimes I wish I am a straight guy. At least, if I am, I'm quite sure I already have a date to the Prom (I'm talking about Mercedes—oh, I forgot to mention, Mercedes already got a date to the Prom. She's going with Matt. Yes, Matt!). But I'm not. I'm a gay. I'm a gay who is madly in love to a guy who will never like me back because he's straight and he got girlfriends and he's a quarterback…
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The practice for tomorrow's performance just finished and I am totally drained. I want to go home now so badly, until someone called me when I'm walking on the hallway.
"Hey Hummel…" It sounds like a guy. But not Finn, not even Mr. Schue… I turned around to check who it is and to my surprise…
"Noah Puckerman…?" Yes, Puck. He just called me. And he doesn't look like he's about to throw me to the dumpsters—though I know he changed a lot after he joined Glee. But still…
"Uhm… can I join you? I don't really have someone to come with me because… you know… Finn's still cold at me because of the baby thing."
"You guys are still not talking?" It's the first question that pops into my mind after he finished talking. I don't really like to talk about something else. I just started feeling weird and uncomfortable.
"Well, we do talk, like thrice—" Before he continued, we started walking. I'm not really comfortable right now. "—he already forgiven me but… he told me he's still not sure if he's going to accept me as a friend again." I nod. I'm still uncomfortable. "Uhm… okay, I know this is kind of sickening for me to say... well… I just… I just want to ask you something… regarding the Prom—" I stopped walking at that very moment. Noah Puckerman is about to ask me something regarding the Prom and it's freaking me out, okay, in. But whatever… WHAT IF HE'S THE ONE WHO SENT ME THAT CARD? AND NOT FINN? That's just wrong. Well, it is not really wrong but it's wrong to me. It should be Finn! It should be Finn… it should be… "Hey Kurt, are you alright?—"
"I'm sorry Noah, there's just something that bothering me right now. But I'll get over it, someday… And I know it's not really a big deal, mostly to a guy like you. " And I utter a weak laugh which made Puck narrows his eyebrows. "So, what are you telling me earlier?" Puck raises his eyebrows and it looks like he's sweating…
"N-nothing. Just never mind it. It's really… nothing…" And he walks again. But I kinda noticed that he's blushing. Wait, Noah Puckerman is blushing? Seriously? Oh… I just realized that… he called me Kurt. W-wait, I don't like that guy! I… Okay, I think I need to follow him now. He's seriously not walking now, he's like, jogging!
"Hey, wait…"
"I'm… I'm sorry Kurt. I'm just nervous… are you nervous about tomorrow?"
"You don't know how nervous I am. I am so nervous that I even consider not going—"
"You do?! But you're going, right? I mean, you must go there. You must—!"
"Then provide me a very reasonable answer why I should go to the Prom." I said, with one eyebrow raise and arms crossed on my chest. Why Puck wants me to go to the Prom? WHY? Not unless he's the one who sent me the card—w-wait, what if… what if it's really him? I don't want to confront though about it. I mean, it will take away the thrill and tension if I found out whether he is that one or not… but…
"I… Okay, I give up! I want to dance with you to the Prom!" I can totally feel the butterflies flying in my stomach. Oh no… "I know I've been an asshole to you for the past few years… but… but after I joined Glee club, I realized you're not just a fag. You're a very amazing fag, Kurt. You're a very cool guy. You wear cool clothes. You got… a high-pitched voice… You… You're someone… so special. And… and the Prom… The Prom is the only time I think I can get closer to you… That's why I—" I put my finger on his lips. I don't want him to continue what he's going to say… It might break my heart… because… now… the possibility that the guy, who just asked me to be his date to the Prom through a card, is Finn… is like… 0.1%... or lower than that… much lower than that…
It took me minutes before I finally released my finger from Puck's lips. And I just can't breathe. Well, I can… but it's hard… it's really… agonizing me… badly. That's also when I realized that… I'm crying, AGAIN… But this time, in front of another guy… Oh God! Guys!
"I'm sorry Kurt… I'm just carried away. I don't really want to tell you about it. But I can't… I can't fight this feeling anymore—" Though I'm in pain, I can't help but laugh a little with that one… he's like singing a poem… I mean, reciting a song. "Okay, are you getting crazy? Laughing and crying at the same?"
"Of course not… It's… it's nothing… it's just… what you just said… it's a song and something…" Puck smiles with that. Oh my, I never notice how cute Puck is if he's not a badass. Oh my God…
"Well… I know… by the way, about the Prom, I hope you're still going because… I just really want to… I just really want to dance with you and know you more… I know that sounds gay but really, I can't—"
"You know what, Puck? I didn't really expect this. I mean, the whole you want to dance with me thing. Because I know you like girls… God, you're so obsessed with girls… and suddenly—"
"—I didn't expect it too. But you're just too cute to resist. Your eyes… your cheeks… your nose… everything…" A short silence falls between us before he breaks the ice… "Uhm… Kurt?"
"Yes?" I suddenly lose my mind. I don't know… I feel… I feel something… something weird, at the same time captivating… his lips… yes, his lips… his lips are pressing my forehead. He does… and… it's kinda surreal...
W-wait, I love Finn. He hung out with me and even hugged me yesterday. But Puck just admitted he likes me. He just kissed my forehead! Tomorrow's the Prom. And I'm still hoping that Finn's my mystery date. But it's most likely Puck. But he doesn't confess it directly. But… ugh! Let's just see what will happen—wait, again, I just remember something… something very, very important.
"Uhm… Puck?"
"Yeah?" He asked softly as he pulls away his lips from my forehead.
"Do you… do you already have a… okay, I'm just going to ask it—do you already have a date to the Prom? I know that sounds ridiculous of me to ask… I'm just wondering…"
"H-how… how about you? Do you already have?" Puck can't look into my eyes. He's trying his best not to. I shouldn't ask him… I shouldn't…
"Uhm… well, I… I already have one… but I don't really know who is him—"
"You don't know?" He sounds confused about it… and it surprised me and made me confused more about this whole mystery date. I mean, what I expect is he's like all shaky and nervous but he doesn't sound like that… He sounds like he doesn't really know something about it…
No… what if neither from Finn nor Puck is my mystery date?!
