"I've been to Ann Taylor Loft, Filene's Basement, and like, six Forever 21's and I cannot find a dress that fits." Lauren as she came into the choir room with Santana and Britney. "I'm gonna be forced to make my own dress for prom."

"Don't you'll seem poor." Britney said.

"You're up for queen." Santana said. "You can't make your own prom dress. Prom is, like, our Oscars. Its seriously, like, the most important night of our lives."

"What about getting married?" Lauren asked.

"Oh, you can get married as many times as you want." Quinn said. "You only have one shot at junior prom."

"What are you guys talking about?" Mercedes asked, sitting down.

"Prom dresses." Lauren answered.

"Thank god I don't have to worry about that. I'm not going."

"Why not?" Kurt asked.

"'Cause nobody's asked me."

"All right, guys." Will said, coming in. "Prom."

"Please tell me we're not doing songs about prom."

"Nope. We are prom. Figgins has asked us to perform."

"Oh, god, no Mr. Shoe." I whined. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please anything but that. I'll make everyone sing at your mother's nursing home just don't make us sing at prom."

"My mother's dead." There was an awkward silence.

"Well, still, I'll make everyone sing at a nursing home."

"You're not getting me near a nursing home." Rachel said.

"You'll go if you want to see the sun shining the next day."

"Let's do Run Joey Run."

"Now, I know this isn't ideal with Nationals coming up but we really don't have a choice." Will said. "And we could really use the money. But I know that prom is a special rite of passage. I'm going to make sure that all of you guys get to enjoy the dance too. So, we're gonna stagger the performances so that each and every one of you has a lot of time to dance with your dates."

"Excuse me." Mercedes got up and left the room.

"Is she okay?"

"Mercedes doesn't have a date for prom." Quinn said.

"So? I don't have a date." Britney said. "I'm just going to dance, and then all your dates are gonna ignore you and come dance with me, so… your dates are really my dates."

"I'm gonna go talk to Mercedes." Kurt said.

"No. Let me." Rachel got up and left to go find Mercedes.

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I sat across from Blaine at Breadstix, staring out into space. I had originally not wanted to go to prom but somehow Gary and Kurt made me promise to ask Blaine. I think they drugged me and made me promise. I don't know. But a promise I make, a promise I keep.

"You seem awfully quiet tonight." Blaine said. I snapped back to earth and smiled at him as I looked into his eyes.

"Give me your hand." I ordered. He slipped his hand into my left and electricity shot from his palm to mine. The warmth of him almost dragged me back to space, "Blaine Anderson… will you go to prom with me?"

"Prom?"

"According to Kurt, it'll be the social event of the season. I don't know." I stared hard into his eyes, looking for an answer. "You don't want to go to prom with me?"

"No, no, of course, of course, I want to go with you." I pulled my hands back into my lap. "It's just…" He sighed. "Prom."

"What about prom, Blaine?"

"At my old school, there was a Sadie Hawkins Dance and… I didn't want to go, but somehow one of my friends made me promise to ask someone and go. So I asked a friend of mine, she was nice and all that, the only other single girl in the school and while we were waiting for her dad to pick us up… these three guys… um… beat the living crap out of me and… um… and they… uh… they raped her." I thought back to my promise with Kurt and Gary. Repeating history.

"I… I'm so sorry."

"This is just a little bit of a sore spot."

"This is perfect. You couldn't face up to the bullies at your school, so you can do it at mine. We could do it together. But I have to say, Blaine, that if it makes you uncomfortable at all, then we'll just forget about prom. We'll go to a movie instead."

"I am crazy about you."

"So, I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes. Yes, you and I are going to prom." I smiled but repeating history kept rolling around in my head.

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"So, you think it's cool if I jam with you guys at prom?" Blaine asked Finn.

"Yeah, totally." Finn answered, memorized by the football game.

"Good news, boys." My dad said. "My buddy Enzo from the tux rental shop is giving you half off."

"Sweet."

"Yeah, so what are you going to go with?"

"I'm going simple—" Blaine said. "Black, thin lapel collar, very discreet."

"You know what I wore to my prom? I wore a powder blue tux with a ruffled shirt and a big velour bowtie. Look like Tony Orlando."

"Was that a designer?" Kurt yelled from my side.

"No."

"Try to be nice, Daddy." I called from my dressing room.

"I didn't even say anything." Dad shouted back.

"Please, Father, I can practically feel your hostility towards Blaine all the way from here."

"It's ok, Abs." Blaine said.

"Abs? So, nicknames now?" Dad asked.

"Daddy!"

"You have an amazing flat screen." Finn said, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Biggest in the country." Dad said.

"Turn." Kurt ordered me. I turned and glares of dots danced around on the wall. "What do you think, Gar?"

"It's too plain. I mean, the color's you, the tightness, the length, the one shoulder, it's all you but… it's too plain." Gary said.

"Come on, let's go put on a show." I groaned and walked out of my dressing room to the family room. "Gentlemen, your new Abigail Ear." I looked to the right at the full length mirror.

"Oh, god, this is too much." I moaned, looking at the sliver glitter and the plain black stripes.

"No, this is too little."

"Girl, that rocks." Finn said. "It's like Miranda Fox from Transformer."

"I don't like it." Dad said.

"Well, of course you don't like it." Kurt said. "It's finished yet. At least I don't think it is."

"Look, Abby, I'm not going to stop you from wearing it, but I got to be honest—I… I think you're just trying to hide from everyone."

"Exactly." I said. "So, Kurt, your job is done, thank you for your help. I mean, Blaine, help me out here."

"I think your dad has a point." Blaine said from the couch. I snapped my head towards him and pierced him with my two blue ice daggers. "I- I think what he's trying to say is that we just don't want to give anyone a reason to start trouble."

"There's a lot of bad people out there, Abby, and they're a lot worse than this Abra kid, and all they're looking for is a match to light under the fire of their hate. You have to bring yourself out and try to fit in. Now, of course I, I want, I want you to be yourself, but I also—I want you to be practical."

"Kurt has done everything right." I said slowly. "Now, Blaine, I understand that after what you've been through, you're worried, but prom is about joy, not fear. And if keeping hidden makes me happy, then I'm going to keep hidden. So I am wearing this dress. Kurt and Gary has worked hard on it and I think it's fantastic, and if you don't want to join me, I completely understand." I retreated back to my room, my head held high.

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Blaine and I walked into the school gym, music blaring and loud chattering. Sam, Puck and Artie just finished Friday by Rebecca Black and Rachel was up and she started to sing Jars of Hearts. I looked up at Blaine.

"I don't know if I told you this but you look handsome tonight." I said.

"And you look beautiful." He returned the compliment.

"Though you wanted more." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Isn't it great that the prom is so inclusive this year?"

"Someone for everyone."

"Even if it's a lie." Rachel's song ended and I knew it was my turn. My stomach did flips.

"Abigail Ear." Rachel announced in the microphone. I turned to Blaine.

"Listen closely 'cause I mean every word of it." I walked off behind the stage and looking into one of the mirror. A side bang was hanging down from the left side of my face my ponytail was hanging there from one tiny rubber band. I open the drawer to the mirror and pulled out the forgotten black with red border ribbon. I stared at it and remembered the words that Blaine once said to me. We are going to kill this thing. I looked up back into the mirror and tied the Warbler ribbon around my ponytail. "I am going to kill this thing." I walked out onto to stage and grabbed the microphone. "I would like to dedicate this song to my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson." I held up my hand and flicked out my five fingers to signal the band to start. "Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. Let me introduce myself, I'm all smiles. You may know as a former most love only last a while. Pessimistic, so realistic. You get the picture I met you now my world is so much bigger. When you touch me it's like the very first time I'm so lucky to say that you're mine I still get those stupid butterflies but it's just what you do. I love everything you do. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. Crazy how it happened so fast truly blows my mind. Going on a hunt for four leaf clovers to wake up to that smile each sunrise. Whenever I'm not by your side, I get homesick a little pathetic with a dash of ooey gooey so romantic. Upside down off the ground god I love you upside down off the ground is what you do. When you touch me it's like the very first time I'm so lucky to say that you're mine I still get those stupid butterflies but it's just what you do I'm loving everything you do. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. I'm loving everything you do. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. Yes sir you came and you took my breath my head is feeling a little light all right I hope that you feel it too. Yes sir you came and you took my breath my head is feeling a little light alright I hope that you feel it too. Oh everything you do. I still get those stupid butterflies but it's just what you do. When you touch me it's like the very first time and I'm so lucky to say that you're mine. I still get those stupid butterflies but it's just what you do. I'm loving everything you do. Everything you do everything you do whoa oh whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I'm loving every single thing you do I'm so in love with everything you do. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do." I bowed as the crowded applauded and stepped back to let Figgins have the microphone. I ran off stage to Blaine and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Did you mean that?" Blaine asked me.

"Every word of it."

"Attention, students, attention." Figgins said. "Will the candidates for king and queen gather on the stage. The votes are in. This is the moment you've all been waiting for, where we announce our junior prom king and also prom queen. Roll the drum, please. And this year's junior prom king is Black Abra."

"You've got to be shitting me," I breathed, my voice hitching in my throat.

"And now your 2011 McKinley High prom queen… with a overwhelming number of write in votes is… Abigail Ear." Fear seized my body and I felt like I was going to drop to the ground. I felt every pair of eyes burning into my skin, searing me. It was dead silence. Not a sound. The spotlight shined on me, making my dress attack the floor with glares of light. I turned and pushed my way out of the crowd to the exit.

"Abigail?" Blaine ran after me. "Stop! Abigail!" I pushed on the door and stormed away, my fear propelling. I couldn't do this. No way. I just couldn't. Tears sliced and diced my cheeks as I threw off my heels and ran through the hallways. I didn't know where I wanted to go or where I needed to go. I had to get out though. Away from this stupid, idiotic world.

"I've never been so humiliated!" I sobbed.

"Abigail. Stop. Stop, Abigail! Please just stop, come on." I stopped dead in my tracks, His voice pulling me back to one safe place in this world. Him. I turned to him, tears still pouring out.

"Don't you get how stupid I was? I thought that because no one was teasing me or beating me up was because, that- that no one cared. Like… like some progress had been made. But it's still the same."

"It's just a stupid joke."

"No, it's not. All that hate—they were just afraid to say it out loud. So they did it by a secret ballot. I'm one big anonymous practical joke. I'm not going back in there. No way." Blaine sat down on the ground and pressed his back up against the lockers. I began to pace the floor, hoping to wear my feelings into the ground.

"Would you at least sit down?" I ignored him and continued to pace and continued to wear my feelings out. "Do you want to go? We don't have to go back in there." I turned back to him.

"Wasn't this prom suppose to be about redemption? About taking away that lump you had in your throat for running away? If we leave, all it's gonna do is give me a lump, too."

"So what do you want to do?" I stood there and walked out into space thinking for a moment before coming back to earth.

"I'm going to go back in there and get coronated. I'm going to show them that it doesn't matter if they are yelling at me or whispering behind my back, they can't touch me." I knelt down beside Blaine and took his warm hand in mine. "That they can't touch us. Or what we have." He stood up and pulled me up with him.

"Are you ready for this?" I kept close to Blaine as we made our way back to the gym. He opened the door for me and I slowly walked in, every eye turning back to me. The spotlight covered me and my dress shined. I walked on stage to Figgins.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Figgins said into the mic. "Your 2011 prom queen, Abigail Ear." He picked up the crown and set it gently on my head and handed me my wand. I reluctantly took it. Everybody applauded and cheered until Figgins cleared his throat. "And now, behold the tradition of our 2011 prom king and queen sharing their first dance." Few people clapped as the crowd split off and Abra and I walked down the stage to the middle of the floor. We turned to face each other and stood there for a moment.

"I can't." Abra said and he walked out of the gym. My eyes followed him, leaving once again in everyone's attention.

"Excuse me." Blaine's voice sounded behind me and I whipped around. Santana and Mercedes began to sing Dancing Queen. "May I have this dance?" I smiled at him and stepped into his arms.

"Yes, yes you may." I said. He took my right in his left and wrapped his right arm around my waist. One by one people joined us on the dance floor and moved to the beat. Joy overwhelmed me and I felt happy again. Maybe it wasn't repeating history. Me and Blaine just created our own history.