A/N: I see that a few of you guys are miffed that I don't do the lengthiest of updates all the time. This fic was intended to be a drabble fic, so there will be some short entries. Besides, it's a diary. A guy's diary. Finn's diary. Do you really think he'd actually pour his heart and soul into each entry? Don't worry my loves, I do it all for a reason. Anyhow, it's your lucky day—this entry is mildly long.

April 6, 2011

Quinn took me prom shopping today. I guess I underestimated how much she really, really likes prom because…she really, really, really likes prom. She kept going on and on and on about it. She kind of reminded me of her when she always babbled. But she was always cute about it, but Quinn just got kind of creepy. Like a serial killer. Yikes.

She picked out this really obnoxiously poofy pink dress and put it on hold, and then we went over to the men section to pick out a vest and tux and tie or whatever. I guess guys' ties always have to match the girls' dress, so I'm stuck wearing this hot pink tie. Not as in the tie is hot, but as in the shade of pink is hot. Like, hot pink. That sounded better in my head.

Anyway, as we were heading over to check out sparkly things for Quinn's head, and she was rambling about how she was gonna do her hair, we pass the area where she was trying on all the dresses for, like ever before picking the one out, and she's standing there. Just my luck, right? I'm shopping for prom crap with my current girlfriend and we stumble upon my ex-girlfriend who's kind of my friend trying on dresses…

And looking damn good, too.

The dress was really, really nice on her. It might have looked great on anyone, but she totally sold it. It was her kind of dress. You'd think she'd wear some just as obnoxious dress that Quinn picked out, but no. It was classy and shiny and totally her. And it was gold. It was so her.

Then she saw our reflections in the mirror as I was turning my head to look at her, and she turned around looking kind of embarrassed and greeted us. Her dads were sitting next to the mirror, and they waved. I think. It was kind of hard to focus on anything except how good she looked in that dress. Quinn turned and smiled real fake like, took one look at her, and said it wasn't her color. If she was a guy, I would have hit her. Not only did that color look totally freaking awesome on her, she didn't have to go and say that to be a bitch, which was the only reason she said it. Then she snaked her arm around mine and led me away like a whipped little puppy, and let's face it, I am. It was pathetic.

But I looked back before we left the store and I smiled back at her in the gold dress, nodding a little to say that hey, she looked awesome. She smiled back, that natural one that like comes within that I like so much, and gave a little wave. Then Quinn and I left.

Once we got in my car, Quinn started talking about how we're such a shoe-in for prom court, but if you ask me, someone else should be getting that crown.

I don't think you have to ask who, dude.