Prom Night—

Brittany's POV:

My light blue dress was hanging on my door. I sat in my computer chair staring at it. I didn't have any date to go to the prom with, but Rachel asked me if I wanted to join her in the limo the Glee club rented out. I told her I would get back to her with her proposal. At least I wouldn't have to go alone, but I don't think I could stand seeing Santana with Quinn at the prom. Just knowing that Santana was going to be in Quinn's arms the whole entire night, made me want to punch a hole through the wall. That image of Quinn and Santana kept haunting me the whole day and I tried to distract myself. I fed Lord Tubbington cheeze-its, I watched a few episodes of Friends, and I successfully made an Oreo tower that consisted of about twenty-five Oreos. I thought making myself busy would shake the feeling of jealousy out of me…but it was still creeping down my back.

All I could think about was Santana telling me her schedule before prom. She was going to meet up with Quinn at this fancy Italian restaurant which was about twenty minutes away from the hotel the prom was held. Then they were going to take a private limo to the hotel. She told me she was going take Quinn upstairs to the roof level and tell her everything.

And that just killed me.

Santana's POV:

This just killed me.

I was in the biggest hurry of my life. I was going to be late with my date with Quinn. This was not fucking good. I blame the hair salonist because she fucking took the longest time to make these curls. I mean, they did turn out nice, but it took forever. I had to stare at myself in the mirror for about 2 hours when I was at the salon. It was not fun. There wasn't even any recent magazines or anything to keep me busy.

Then I had to stare at myself for another hour to put on my make up. I made sure I put on a dark shade of red of lipstick so that it could match my dress. And I have to say, my dress was smoking hot. Its this dark burgundy strapless dress that complimented my legs. I needed a dress that said I was sexy, but I never said I had to be subtle. I wanted Quinn to never let go of me when we were there. I wanted her to be proud on how smoking hot her date was. Maybe I'll get a few looks from some guys, that'll make Quinn jealous. This dress was my savior.

I slipped on my dress and put on my heels. I looked at myself one last time and just to say it out in the open, I looked fucking perfect. I winked at myself and then looked at the time. Shit, shit, I was supposed to meet Quinn at that one restaurant in like twenty minutes and it was like a half hour drive. I had to leave now. I didn't want to mess this date up. I ran into my car and sat down. When I started the engine, it fucking hit me.

I was going to go on a date with Quinn and then go to prom with her. This was unreal.

Brittany's POV:

This was unreal. I could see Santana putting her arm around Quinn's back. Everybody would be staring at them, but it wouldn't be of confusion, but of jealousy. The two hottest girls were entering the dance floor together. Everybody would start talking and all the guys and girls would be checking them out. Quinn and Santana would both be winking at all of them, knowing that their hotness was present. They would tease their audience by whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. And since the music would be so loud, all you could see was both of them laughing and smiling and you had no idea what they were talking about. All you knew was that they were having some hot-ass time.

At one point of the dance, I bet Santana would take Quinn's hand and drag her onto the dance floor. And Santana would do that one sexy dance move that makes me shiver. She would put her hands in the air and they would slowly descend to brush against her hair, onto her neck, and down to her shoulders. And all the while she'll be moving her hips back and forth, closing her eyes the whole entire time.

And when Santana opens her eyes, Quinn would be smiling and then grabbing Santana's waist so that there was no distance between them. She would come closer to Santana's face and then whisper a final nothing to her lips when finally she would…

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand the image of prom and especially of Santana kissing Quinn. It was torture to me.

I was fucking done with this and I made up my mind.

I stood up from my chair and I took my phone out. I could feel my eyes water and my vision started to get blurry as I started typing.

Rach.

Sorry, I can't go with you in the limo. Have fun at prom though.

-B

I threw my phone under my bed as I heard the instant vibration after I sent it. I bet Rachel was going to ask me why, but I didn't feel like anything right now. I took my dress and stuffed it inside my closet. I slammed the door closed, and I collapsed on my bed. I hid underneath the covers and cried into the pillow.

I was punishing myself for being so stupid and falling for my best friend. I didn't deserve to go to prom. I didn't deserve to be happy. All I deserved was sleep…maybe I could dream off my feelings. Maybe I'll dream about falling if I was lucky enough.

Santana's POV:

I was at the restaurant and I was proud of myself. I was only five minutes late, not too bad. I arrived before Quinn, that's for sure. I asked for my table that I reserved and the waiter took me inside the dining area and I have to say it was fucking gorgeous.

The room was dressed up with chandeliers and candles everywhere. Each table was a circular shaped with a spotless white tablecloth. The waiter pulled out the chair for me to sit in and then complimented me on my dress. I smiled at him and gave him a quick wink. My dress was working. While I was waiting for Quinn, I looked around the room.

The room was mostly filled with middle-aged couples smiling, conversing, and all that shit. There was this one bald man who kept on pushing up his glasses so that he could see the young dark-haired beauty that was sitting across from him. It was pretty gross seeing the girl touch his arm like he was some fucking lamp.

Anyways, I looked at the menu and the meals were outrageous. They costed almost three times as much a meal would cost at Breadstix and I bet they tasted the same too. I bet they just made the meal look more fancy by splashing some fancy-ass sauce on my plate. Whatever, I was here to impress Quinn, not my wallet. I thought about what Brittany would think about this restaurant. I bet she would laugh at everything and beg me to go to some 7-11 so that she could get a slurpee or something. Brittany was always like that. She never liked over the top fancy places. She was more of a sit-down-at-a-park type of girl. The most fancy she could get was Breadstix. And shit, that place was sort of a dump. My thoughts then wandered to Brittany at prom. I saw her dress already, well I didn't see her wearing it, but I did see the actual dress. She told me she would surprise me at prom. I bet she would look like Cinderella at that prom, entering amazingly with her hair in a fabulous curled up-do and her cheeks blushing from all the stares. I think she told me she was gonna go with that little dwarf Rachel and her tree of a boyfriend, Finn in a limo or something like that. I bet that would be fun for her.

I took out my phone from my bag and looked at the time. Quinn was now thirty minutes late. I was about to call her when the waiter came towards me.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

"Yes?"

"Are you Ms. Santana Lopez?"

"Um, yes I am. Is there something wrong?"

The waiter took out something from his pocket. It looked like a little scrawny piece of paper.

"Ms. Lopez, you have just received a message via telephone from a Miss Quinn Fabray."

"Okay…" I stared at him while he squinted to read his handwriting, "Tell me, already what she said."

"Okay, she said, 'Santana I will not be arriving due to illness.'"

What? Quinn couldn't bail on me. What the hell kind of an excuse was that?

"What? Did she say anything else?"

"I'm afraid not, Ms. Lopez. That was all she said."

I couldn't believe it. That was fucking not true. Quinn wouldn't miss prom for the world. At least she wouldn't miss Prom for somebody else. And that somebody else wasn't me. I knew something like this was going to happen. Shit, why did I even think Quinn would even take me? I'm so stupid.

"Miss?" The waiter was still standing there, looking at me all worried, "Is there something I can do?"

I thought about what the hell he could do. Nothing. I thought about calling up Brittany, but…she was at Prom dancing her fucking graceful butt off and I didn't want to bother her. She deserved to have a great time at prom and she didn't need me to ruin it.

I didn't want to go to prom anymore. I couldn't face Quinn if she was there. I think I would just bitch-slap her and just beat the crap out of her. I couldn't face Brittany and tell her she was right all along.

I looked at the waiter and then back at the menu.

"I guess…you could just give me some food, right now. I'm just…I don't know, but I need to eat something."

"Of course, Miss," the waiter said, "I will give you the chef's special on the house."

He smiled at me and I tried to smile back at him, but I couldn't find the energy to do so.

"Thanks…" was all I could manage to say.

He left and all I could was take in a deep breath and hold back my tears.

This was a nice place, after all.

Author's Note: Yeah...so I heard about the HeYa/Brittana kiss, and god that made my day. Best day ever, right? So many feelings right now, I can't even. I'm just so happy for them, HeYa-wise and Brittana-wise. haha. I'm just so excited for Season 3 now. They are just like teasing us, I hate that, haha. I wantz season 3 and i wantz it now! as Santana would say. So thanks again for all the reviews, alerts, and favorites. As always, feel free to review and stay awesome.