Post Prom Depression

by Dreaming-Of-A-Nightmare

A collection of drabbles and oneshots based off of 2x20. Pairings will vary, but mainly Kurtofsky, Brittana, Faberry, and St. Berry. .:. It physically aches, because I'm already falling apart. When I left the gym that night, I went straight to my car.

4. May I Have This Dance?

I hadn't expected him to do it, but here he is. Rachel told me that he said no when only she asked him to prom, but that he said yes when I was involved. She also said that he was staring at me over dinner, and that those moments he and I were in sync were "finally recognized without Glee Club as a distraction," or something.

But I wasn't sure if I believed her. Maybe I didn't want to, because I keep telling myself over and over that I don't need a man.

But… Sam. I never thought about him much, not deeply anyway, and yet, as soon as he asks me to dance, I can't say no. And when I dance with him, I feel like I can be myself, and he can be himself, and neither of us will mind.

I don't want to say that I'm suddenly crushing on him or anything, but I do think that he and I could be a possibility. We're already somewhat friends – because everyone is "somewhat friends" in New Directions – and after tonight, I have a feeling we will be even closer. And who knows? Maybe Sammy and I can be something. I wouldn't mind seeing that happen. He's sweet and hasn't been treated right, and lately, he's going through some tough stuff.

So if he wants me, or needs me, I want to be here. Because after fulfilling my Cinderella dream by just asking me to dance and telling me that I look beautiful… I want to make a dream of his come true, too. It's the least I can do, and I'm not normally a sentimental, mushy person, but for Sam, I could do it just once.