Prom tickets went on sale May 1st. It was almost funny to watch the havoc that this played on the entire student body that wasn't in serious relationships. Junior and senior boys started trying to figure out who to ask and started panicking over the possibility of getting turned down. Junior and senior girls tried to play cool that if they didn't get asked, they'd go stag and that was cool, though they rarely meant it. The brave ones asked boys out. The others were relieved if they got asked, even if it wasn't their dream date. Underclass girls were the flirtiest they ever were, since their only hope of going was to have an upperclass boy ask them. Underclass boys got depressed because their female classmates couldn't care less that they existed, and it was pretty unlikely for an upperclass girl to ask them.

The Glee club was not immune to prom hysteria. Mike and Tina had been shaky lately, but when he asked her to prom with a dozen red roses, they were temporarily strengthened. Mercedes had come to practice beaming because John Andrews, one of the senior male Cheerios, had asked her. Artie had looked down and mumbled something about how he had been thinking about asking her, and she'd gone off on him, accusing him of thinking that she was the kind of girl you could ask as a last resort. Quinn had looked over at Finn with a twinge of regret when Sam had sung her a song asking her to go with him. They'd broken up and gotten back together at least three times that year, and had been on a break. She'd rather been hoping that Finn would ask her, but she decided to accept the blond boy's request. It was a good thing, too, since Finn was working up the courage to ask Rachel. Alex was going stag with a group of her senior friends, as a statement (she actually meant it). Puck hadn't decided yet but he wasn't worried – he could always ask a sophomore Cheerio and there were plenty of them to go around.

Brittany watched all of these goings on with some discomfort. Both she and Santana had gone to prom the last two years with random dates (though they'd promptly ditched them as soon as they got in). She definitely wanted to go with her girlfriend, but Santana hadn't mentioned it yet. She tried to steer them past the ticket table at lunch every day, but the darker girl didn't seem to get the message. She was worried that even though Santana was okay with being with her in school that it wouldn't extend to something as official as prom.

Actually, Santana was worried about HOW to ask her. Recently Brittany had made her watch a marathon of one of her new 'favorite shows' called South of Nowhere, which mostly revolved around a teenage lesbian couple. On one episode, the two girls on the show had both come up with creative ways to ask each other to the prom, and Brittany had sighed about how cute it was. Santana was determined to top the TV girls, but she hadn't figured out how yet. Of course she thought about singing, but Sam had beaten her to that, and anyway it wasn't very original – it was how everyone in Glee went about anything.

She finally had an idea when she overheard Brittany talking to Kurt about prom.

"So you are going to ask him?" Brittany was saying excitedly.

"I think so. Even if he doesn't like me, I'd rather go with a guy you know? We could always go as friends. And at least we won't be the only gay couple!"

"Santana hasn't asked me yet." Brittany said in a small voice. "I'm afraid she is still scared to be with me in public, to tell people that we're together."

Santana's eyes widened. She hadn't considered that Brittany might think she didn't want to go with her. She'd better do this soon. And in a way that told Brittany she wanted the whole school to know they were together.

Becky nervously unlocked the door that contained the PA system with Coach Sylvester's keys.

"You're sure Coach won't be mad at me? And Brittany will be happy?"

"I promise, Becky. I'll explain to Coach that it was all me and I made you do it. And Brittany will be very happy."

The short girl smiled. She liked Brittany a lot. "Okay. I'll go put her keys back. Maybe she won't even know it was me."

Santana locked the door behind her so that if Sue or Principal Figgins happened by they couldn't stop her. Her heart was pounding. She was proud to be with Brittany…but this was serious. She switched on the system.

"Hello McKinley High. This is Santana Lopez." Brittany was daydreaming in math class when she heard her girlfriend's voice.

"I have something to tell you all. As many of you know, I'm dating Brittany Pierce. Actually, I'm madly in love with her. I want to ask her to go to prom with me, and I want everyone to know. So Brittany, will you go to prom with me?"

"YES!" Brittany yelled in class with a grin on her face. The class giggled.

"I'm hoping you are saying yes right now. But since I can't hear you, I'm going to go to your locker now. If you will be my date to prom, please come meet me. I love you, Brittany Pierce."

She clicked off the PA system and rushed out of the room, glad that no authority figure had made it there yet. She laughed out loud at how great that had felt to do. The bell rang. She'd timed this so that Brittany would be able to leave class to come to her locker. She'd also done it during Brittany's class that was furthest away from her locker, so that she could be standing in front of it with a single red rose by the time she got there.

So that's how Brittany found her, leaning casually against the bank of lockers. Her face split into a grin.

"Of course I'll go to prom with you!" She kissed Santana passionately. "I love you too Santana Lopez."

Unfortunately, Santana's stunt brought her plans to the attention of Principal Figgins too. The next day, she and Brittany were summoned to his office. She went pale when she saw both of their parents sitting there already, assuming she was in trouble for her use of the PA system, but unclear about why her girlfriend was in trouble. Brittany took her hand and walked in.

Santana's parents took in their linked hands.

"Mr. Figgins has just told us something interesting, Santana." Her father said pointedly.

She got angry. "Whose business is yours to go and tell my parents anything about me?"

"Santana, you announced publicly that you intend to go as a same-sex couple to the prom."

"So?"

"We have never had an openly gay couple attend prom at this school. I'm not sure it's a good idea, Miss Lopez."

"Also, perhaps you could have filled in your father and I on this new…development in your life, and your plans to be so open at prom." Her mother said.

"I think we should calm down." Brittany's mother said.

"That's easy for you to say – she told you herself."

Brittany had come out to her parents while dating Alex. They knew she was dating Santana too, and she'd come floating home yesterday and told them her girlfriend asked her to prom.

"Yes, mom, Brittany is my girlfriend. It's not like we really talked about my boyfriends, I didn't see why we'd talk about this."

"This is a little different. I don't think you should be parading around prom with her. What will people think?"

"I don't care what people think."
"Me either." Brittany put in.

"I'm afraid it's not all about what the two of you care about. I'm afraid I can't allow it." Figgins said.

"What?" Santana's eyes flashed anger.

"Prom is a cherished ritual, and people take it very seriously. There are many at this school who may be offended by your relationship. I will not have our prom made a mockery of."

"Now wait a second." Brittany's mother spoke up before Santana could. "It's not my daughter's fault that there are homophobes at this school. She has every right to go to prom with whoever she wants."

"Prom is not a right. I can ban students at my discretion." He said.

"Are you actually saying that you are going to ban the girls from going together?" Santana's father asked.

"Right now I'm asking them to consider the consequences."

"I don't care about the consequences. Britt and I want to go to prom, and we want to go together. Can he really stop us?" she asked her father.

Her father looked at the two girls, holding hands tightly as if their life depended on it.

"No, he can't. If you want to go with Brittany I'll make sure you get to go with Brittany, okay baby?"

Brittany laid her head on her girlfriend's shoulder happily.

"But…" her mother started to speak up.

"We can – and will – talk about this as a family later. But Mr. Figgins, if I have to, I'll sue the school to make you let them go."

"We'll sue too." Brittany's father added. "Are you aware that students across the country have sued their schools for this and have always won? I have a close friend who is a very good lawyer. You will not win. I promise you. You can either let the girls go on your own, or you can drag the school through an embarrassing trial and have the court make you let them go anyway."

"Look, I'm not homophobic." Figgins said, throwing his hands up. "I just don't want to cause a scene or offend any students."

"Our daughters will not cause a scene. If anyone causes a scene, which I doubt, it will be the homophobes." Brittany's mother said. "And doesn't everyone know about you two already, sweetie?"

Brittany nodded.

"There you go. If they were going to be harassed, it would happen here in school too. And if anyone is offended, it's their problem, not our daughters'."

Figgins sighed. "Fine, you win, I don't want a trial."

Brittany grinned.

"Bye honey, see you at home later." Brittany's mom hugged her.

"Bye mom."

The Pierces walked off, leaving Santana and her parents standing awkwardly. Brittany sensed this was going to be uncomfortable so she left with a look of regret toward her girlfriend.

"Thanks for standing up for me." She said.

"Look, Santana, I'm not going to lie to you, this came as rather a shock, and it might take us a while to be okay with it. But nobody pushes my daughter around and gets away with it." Her father said.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just wasn't sure how or if you'd be okay with it."

"So…you're gay?" her mother asked.

"Honey, we can have this conversation later." Dr. Lopez said quietly.

"No it's okay. I don't know. I might be bisexual. Or gay. I'm not really sure, and I don't know if it matters right now, because I just love Brittany."

Kurt had actually gotten up to courage to ask his friend Blaine to prom, and to his delight the other boy had agreed to go as an actual romantic date. Somehow he had also convinced Brittany and Santana, Rachel and Finn, Tina and Mike, Mercedes and her date, and Sam and Quinn to all go together and rent a limo. They'd invited Artie to join them, but the boy was pouting about not having a date and decided to boycott the prom. The six couples, along with their parents, met at Kurt and Finn's new house to take pictures before heading to dinner and the dance.

Brittany could hardly take her eyes off Santana. Her girlfriend was wearing a dark red strapless dress that was tight except for a long slit that went nearly up to her hip. Brittany herself was wearing a blue dress with a halter top that was more free-flowing than Santana's. She'd insisted that they buy the dresses separately and not see each other's until the day of prom, but she'd also suggested that they make sure they didn't clash, so Quinn had gone with both girls to pick them out and had helped Santana pick out matching corsages with both red and blue flowers. Santana walked almost shyly over to her girlfriend.

"My mom says she wants to take a picture of us putting these on each other." She said, holding up her corsage and rolling her eyes.

"That's cute, Santana. I'll get my mom too." She motioned for her mother to come over, and they slowly put each other's corsages on for perfect photo ops.

"You know, it's not what I pictured when she was small, but it seems right, doesn't it?" Brittany's mother said to Santana's.

"I did have trouble at first." Mrs. Lopez admitted. "But I just want my baby to be happy, and they seem very happy." She put up her camera and snapped a shot of the happy couple, who were gazing into each other's eyes, totally unaware of their mothers.

"Okay, pose time!" Rachel announced. She orchestrated a long series of poses of each couple separately and all of them together. She was only stopped when Kurt pointedly told her that they needed to leave or they wouldn't have time for dinner.

"Bye mom." Brittany hugged her mother goodbye.

"Now, you are all going to stay somewhere tonight, right? I don't care if you drink, just don't drive, okay?"

"Yeah Rachel's dads said we could have a post-prom party and sleepover at their house. We won't drive."

Figgins shouldn't have worried, at least not about Brittany and Santana. The student body was quite used to them by now. Blaine and Kurt caused more of a stir, especially the first time they took to the floor to slow dance, but the other Glee couples had talked about this and all formed a circle around them. Puck, dancing with his freshman Cheerio date, glared at anyone daring to look at "his boy Kurt" and open confrontation was avoided.

Brittany draped her arms loosely around Santana's neck.

"I like dancing with you. We fit." She pointed out.

Santana smirked. "I have the better position."

"Why?" Brittany asked, confused. She liked her position.

"Well, first of all, because I have my arms on your waist, which means I can do this easily." She slid her hands down to quickly grab Brittany's ass, eliciting a giggle from her girlfriend.

"And second, because I have a better view." She leaned forward to place a kiss on Brittany's cleavage, making her point.

"No fair, it's not my fault I'm taller." Brittany pouted.

Santana just chuckled and slid closer, allowing their bodies to press against each other.

She stretched up to kiss Brittany softly.

"I love you, Brittany."

"I love you too, Santana."

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