Hey! This is a long chapter, thanks to the songs. Yes, most of the plot of Prom is here, except Finn and Jesse don't fight, Jesse St. Sucks isn't here-no offense, Jesse lovers- Quinn doesn't slap Rach, because as you can *maybe* tell, there's a Faberry friendship goin' on, now!
"Yo, Sam, Quinn! Over here!" Puck exclaims, waving us over. "Ugh, what, Puckerman?" I ask, trying to maintain a frown. "Ugh, what now, Big Mouth?" Puck greets. "Hey, Puck," Quinn mutters. "Oh, hey Quinn. Mind if I borrow Sam for a song?" Puck asks. Quinn stares at him with her, 'are you kidding me?' expression. "Great, thanks!" Puck exclaims, grabbing my arm and pushing me on stage. Puck starts singing right away, Artie standing inbetween us.
7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus-I see my friends
Luckily, I know this song because Puck keeps singing it, so I carry on, looking at Quinn for her support.
Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
(Puck) It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' foward to the weekend, weekend
(Me) Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' foward to the weekend
(Artie) Partyin', Partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking foward to the weekend
(Me) Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today is Friday, Friday
We, we, we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes afterwards
I don't want this weekend to end
(Artie-rap) Yeah, yeah. Ar-tie, Artie Abrams
So chillin' in the front seat
In the backseat
I'm drivin' cruisin'
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!)
Passin' by is a school bus in front of me
Make tick tock, tick tock wanna scream
Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all
(Puck) It's Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' foward to the weekend, weekend
(Me) Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' foward to the weekend
(Artie) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', Partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking foward to the weekend.
*applause*
Goodness. No matter what happens... I will always hate that song. "Oh. My. Goodness!" Quinn squeals, pushing Puck away from Artie and I. "Sam! That was amazing!" Quinn beams and kisses me on the cheek. "Same with you, Artie! I loved the rap," Quinn says, giving Artie a kiss on the cheek as well.
"Hey, what about me?" Puck asks, pushing me aside. "Hm... Let me see if there's a connection," Quinn mutters. About a minute later she says, "Nope. Nothing."
"Fine," Puck scoffs, walking away. "Artie, where's Brittany?" Quinn asks, helping him offstage. "Oh... I guess we sort of broke up..." Artie says, sadly. "What? Oh, goodness!" Quinn exclaims. "Yeah. I invited her to Prom. Sam, Puck, Mike, Finn, and I visited her while she was in Home Ec," Artie says. Oh, I remember that.
*Flashback*
Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love
Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy. We have been Heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love
Isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Aisha
The meaning of her name
Londie, it could have not been done
Without you who concieved the one
That's so very lovely made from love.
Brittany had turned Artie's offer down. Everyone in the room was quiet. Kurt was pretty excited when he heard this, since I heard him say, "Oh my God. Prom proposal!" When Artie was singing.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Artie!" Quinn exclaims, sadly. She gives him a tight hug. I join in, too.
"Hey, Professor X, get your crippled butt over here!" Puck yells. "See ya' later, guys," Artie sighs. "We all know Puckerman's kidding," Quinn whispers. "Yeah... He's only kidding most of the time..." I stumble.
"Hey, guys!" Rachel greets, Finn at her side. "Hey, Rach!" Quinn exclaims, giving her a small hug. "Thanks for the folder. It was lovely."
"Oh, anything for a fellow Gleek. Besides, after Sam got slushied, I wanted him to feel more appreciated than he was. But he's got you back, and now he's got all of his friends! He really wanted to make you happy, so I felt it was the right thing to do," Rachel says. Man, she can talk. "Hey, Sam," Finn greets me. "Oh, hi," I say, unenthusiastically. "Well, I'm going to go do a slow song. I love it! See you guys later!" Rachel says, giving Finn a kiss. She then comes over to me and kisses me on the cheek. Ew. Finn germs.
"Good luck!" Quinn yells up to her. "Why did I always call her a loser?" Quinn asks. "Because you couldn't stand her," Finn answers before me. "Right..." Quinn steps away from him.
I know I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love I loved the most
I learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me on more time
And who do you think you are?
Ruinnin' round leaving scares
Collecting your jar of hearts
"Miss Quinn Fabray, may I have this dance?" I ask, smiling. "Of course, Sam," Quinn whispers, putting her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her waist and we start swaying.
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
"Sam... I hope you know, I am so happy to be here with you, and not Finn. Everything is how it's supposed to be, now," Quinn whispers, looking in my eyes. "I'm glad I'm here with you, too," I whisper back, giving her a soft peck on the lips.
I learned to lie, half-alive
And now you want me one more time
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' round, leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Quinn and I were the first ones to give Rachel a round of applause.
"You were amazing, Rach!" I say as she comes off from the stage.
"Yeah! Your voice fits the song very well," Quinn agrees.
"Thanks, guys. Sam, you were amazing, too. Quinn, are you going to sing?" Rachel asks her.
"No, I didn't really bother to come up with a song. I was too busy getting ready, and choosing a song for our assignment," Quinn says, looking up at me, smiling. "Oh, well I bet it'll be wonderful!" Rachel beams, Finn pulling her away.
"Oh God," I mutter.
"What?" Quinn asks.
"Blaine's performing," I say, laughing. He's an amazing singer. We're actually good friends thanks to Kurt, it's just something we do.
One! Two! Three! One, two three four!
You are the girl that I've been dreaming of
Ever since I was a little girl
You are the girl that I've been dreaming of
Ever since I was a little girl
(Tina and Britt) One!
(Blaine) I'm biting my tounge
(Tina and Britt) Two!
(Blaine) He's kissing on you
(Tina and Britt) Three!
(Blaine) Oh, why can't you see?
(Tina and Britt) One! Two! Three! Four!
(Blaine) The words on street and it's on the news
(All) I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you
(Blaine) He's got two left feet and he bites my moves
(All) I'm not gonna teach him how to (Tina and Britt) Dance, dance, dance, dance!
(Blaine) The second I do, I know we're gonna be through
(All) I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you
(Blaine) He won't suspect a thing, I wish he'd get a clue
(All) I'm not gonna teach him how to (Tina and Britt) Dance, dance, dance, dance
Blaine: You are the girl that I've been dreaming of
(All:) Ever since I was a little girl
You are the girl that I've been dreaming of
(All:) Ever since, ever since!
(Tina and Brittany:) One!
I'm biting my tongue
(Tina and Brittany:) Two!
He's kissing on you, hey!
(Tina and Brittany:) Three!
Oh, why can't you see?
(Tina and Brittany:) Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance...!
Blaine: The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
(All:) I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you
Blaine: He's got two left feet and he bites my moves
(All:) I'm not gonna teach him how to (Tina and Brittany:) dance, dance, dance, dance! (Blaine: Ah-ah-ah-ah!) 'Blaine: The second I do, I know we're gonna be through
(All:) I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you
Blaine: He don't suspect a thing, I wish he'd get a clue
(All:) I'm not gonna teach him how to (Tina and Brittany:) dance, dance, dance, dance!
Blaine: Oh-Oh! (...) Dance!
(All:) One!
Two!
Three!
One! Two! Three! Four!
Blaine: The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
(Tina and Brittany:) I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you (Blaine: Ah-ah!)
Blaine: He's got two left feet and he bites my moves
(Tina and Brittany:) I'm not gonna teach him how to (Blaine: Not gonna teach him how to daaance, with you)
Blaine: How to daaance, with you Oh,no,no! I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance!
Kurt, being Kurt cheers him on. Quinn and I are standing over by the punch bowl, where Ms. Sylvester is absent from. "So, they'll be announcing Prom King and Queen soon," I say, trying to start some small talk. "Oh, yeah. I hope Santana doesn't win. That Abbi girl seems like she should win. Let's go and vote," Quinn suggests. I follow her to the voting table. "Hello, Quinn, Sam," Princable Figgins says. "Hello," I greet him with a smile, marking Abbi down for Queen. But then I notice something irregular... Kurt is on the list. I turn to Quinn, who is just putting her slip in the box.
"What?" She asks, taking my slip. She looks closely at the part I'm pointing at. "Uh-oh..." She whispers. She slips it in the box quickly. "He probably knows by now..."
"Maybe," I say, taking her hand, going up closer to the stage. "It's a good thing we voted while we could. Becky is marking down our votes. I wonder who won," Quinn says. Obviously, we had voted for Abbi and her date, Eric. "Let's hope it isn't-"
"Hello everybody. Welcome to Prom 2011. We are now going to announce Prom King and Queen. First off, the King," Princable Figgins says, taking the card from Becky who is on the side of the stage. "Prom King of 2011 is... David Kurofsky!"
Ugh, Kurofsky. Maybe Santana did win afterall. "And now, your Prom Queen!" Princable Figgins exclaims, taking the other card. When he opens it, he stares at it for a minute and soon mumbles, "Kurt Hummel."
"Oh, no!" Quinn whispers. We look at Kurt, who is now running out of the Gym. Blaine is running after him. We all sit there in silence, waiting to see if he comes back. The other nominees walk off stage, and Santana also runs out, Brittany following her. "Drama," I whisper, rolling my eyes. "I feel so bad for Kurt," Rachel, who appears out of the bloom says. "I do, too. He was one of my best friends last year," Quinn whispers. "I feel bad, too," I say, giving Rachel and Quinn a little group hug.
Soon, Santana and Brittany come back in. A few minutes afterwards, Kurt and Blaine come back in as well. We all make way for Kurt. He walks up to the stage, quietly. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Your Prom Queen 2011, Kurt Hummel," Princable Figgins says, placing the tiara on his head. A minute passes. "Eat your heart out, Kate Middleton," Kurt says, with a smile. The crowd screams with joy. Even Rachel, Quinn and I. "Now, it is time for the annual, King and Queen dance," Figgins says, Santana and Mercedes walking up onto the stage. Artie is now rolling back inside. I wonder where he's been all night.
I look at Blaine, then at Kurt and Kurofsky. Kurofsky has left Kurt, who is now alone. Blaine shows up behind him. "May I have this dance?" He asks, nervously. "Yes. Yes you may," Kurt replies, taking Blaine's hand. "Hey, Quinn, do you mind if I dance with Sam for this song?" Rachel asks. "Oh, no, of course not! Go ahead," Quinn replies, smiling at us. I take Rachel's hand, and we walk out towards Blaine and Kurt. I spin her around twice.
(Both) Oh yeah, you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life (Santana) Friday night and the lights are low (Mercedes) Anybody could be that guy (Both) And when you get the chance... (Mercedes) You're a teaser, you turn 'em on (Both) You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen (Santana) You can dance,
Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen
Looking out for a place to go
Oh, where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come to look for a king
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah
(Mercedes: You can dance)
You can jive,
(Mercedes: You can jive)
Having the time of your life
(Mercedes: Having the time of your life)
Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen
(Mercedes: Dancing Queen, Dancing Queen)
Digging the Dancing Queen
(Santana: The Dancing Queen, hey)
Both: Digging the Dancing Queen!
We all aplaud. Quinn is near Santana and Mercedes, dancing with them. "Aw, Kurt. That was so... So..." Rachel can't find the right words to say. "Fantastic," I finish for her. "Thanks, guys!" Kurt exclaims. The other Glee Club members gather around. "Are you kidding me? Group hug!" Quinn yells out. We hug, and enjoy the rest of Prom. Together. This is the best it could get.
So... Did you like it? It took me like 2 hours to type this. Hehe. Review! :) Next chapter should be out in the afternoon tomorrow. By the way, the people who kept track of Cental time: I'm 2 hours late. I meant to put it up at 6, but that's when I started. Then I had to wash the dishes and blah blah blah. And here it is!