Written for the prompt: jon/sansa - she gets very dressy for something and he is just completely FLOORED and flustered etc.
"I'm not going with my brother, Robb! God, I'd look even more pathetic then." Jon heard Sansa yell before her bedroom door slammed. Robb's despondent footsteps could be heard coming downstairs.
Jon fiddled with his watch uncomfortably as he sat in the Stark front room and tried to focus on the film that Bran and Rickon were intently watching, able to ignore all the drama happening upstairs for the flashes and bangs of the Harry Potter film.
"I don't understand," Catelyn Stark said. "Why would Joffrey do this four hours before the prom is due to start?"
"Because he's a little shit," Robb said darkly.
Jon had entered the Stark house just as the shitstorm was starting. He'd heard the cry from upstairs as he'd stepped through the front door, as well as the furious argument that had followed. Apparently Joffrey had decided he didn't want to take Sansa to the Prom any more, but some girl called Margaery Tyrell.
"Says she's not going now," Robb informed his parents.
Ned sat opposite Jon, a thoughtful expression on his face before he turned to Jon. "Robb, come here!" he called. "Get up, Jon, and stand back to back with Robb."
Jon look at Robb, glad to see his friend looked as confused as he did, but did as Ned asked. The Stark patriarch had always been good to him, looking out for him when no one else had, and making sure he had someone he could turn to when life at the all-boys home had become tough.
"Hmm, slightly taller than Robb, but not enough that it will matter."
"Ned?" Catelyn had asked confused.
"I'm not letting that little shit ruin Sansa's prom," Ned said, a grim expression on his face. "Especially not because his mother has decided she has some kind of vendetta against me. Sansa's been looking forward to that dance ever since she saw our old pictures, Cat. She's going and Jon can take her."
Jon stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Sansa to come down, and trying his hardest not to fidget with the tie. He wasn't quite sure how this had happened, he hadn't even attended his own prom. But Ned had asked him for this favour and he could not turn him down. Robb stood with the camera slung around his neck, waiting to take the photos, the biggest grin on his face.
"I don't think I've ever seen you out of jeans," he teased.
"Shut up!"
"Robb!" Catelyn scolded gently. She had not looked thrilled at the suggestion at first, but had soon come round to Ned's idea. "Jon looks very dashing."
"The grey matches your eyes," Robb said in a soulful tone earning a snigger from Arya.
Jon scowled but before he could send a scathing comment Robb's way, Sansa's footsteps could be heard above. His eyes rose to watch her come downstairs and he was glad everyone else was looking at her too as his mouth dropped open when he saw her.
She looked stunning. Oh, she had always been a pretty girl but somehow in the two years since he had last seen her she had turned into a beautiful woman, the purple dress clinging to her curves and accentuating her auburn hair.
He gulped as her eyes met his and she smiled a little shyly.
"Thank you, Jon," she said as she reached the bottom of the stairs and stood by his side.
"It's my pleasure," he said, frowning slightly at how husky his voice sounded.
Robb started snapping the pictures then and Jon hoped some came out where he wasn't just staring at Sansa, mouth agape.
Ned came out to give Sansa a hug and Jon heard him tell her in a low voice, "You forget about Joffrey. You'll meet someone brave and gentle and strong and forget all about him."
As Sansa kissed Ned on the cheek, her eyes met Jon's and she smiled. "You're right, daddy, I will."
