AN: Finally, the New Directions Prom...Thingy! :D Please excuse my Fall Out Boy obbsession, expressed through Matt and Mike, and if I got Rachel's fathers' names wrong.
Really, if I owned Glee, I'd be busy adding hot makeout scenes between Kurt and Finn into the script. And giving Matt, Mike, and Artie more screentime. (And Rachel less.)
Finn Hudson paced the length of the immaculatly groomed lawn on the Hudson-Hummel estate. Kurt and Matt leaned against Kurt's Navigator (Yes, Matt is allowed near Kurt's precious baby without a background check. Shocking, isn't it?) with Mike and Artie off to the side, as all four watched the Frankenteen walk the same invisible line over and over.
Growing bored of this, Kurt turned to Matt and asked the darker teen why in the world he and Mike had chosen the tuxedoes they did. Matt shrugged. "We like Fall Out Boy." he responed. Kurt once again examined the two boy's outfits with a grimace. Matt was dressed in a dark brown dress shirt with ruffles, similarly colored pants, and a tan-and-brown plaid-ish jacket-in the style of the alternative rock band's lead guitarist, Joe Trohman, in their Dance Dance music video. The Asian was dressed classier in the gray-blue jacket, white shirt, black pants and matching tie worn by the singer, Patrick Stump. Kurt looked down at his own outfit and smirked. He was dressed in an all black (pants, jacket, tie and shoes) with a midnight blue dress shirt for color. His yanked on a strand of hair, in slight annoyance. In an attempt to appear more masculine for his date, Kurt spent an extra hour and a half trying to force his hair to do that I-Keep-My-Hair-Messy-To-Appear-Sexier thing. He just hoped Luka liked it on him as much as he liked it on other guys.
Puck groaned as he lifted himself from his seat on the curb, straightening his traditional black and white tux before crying, "Dammit, this is taking forever! Rutherford, where the hell are Turner and O'Connor? Your other cousin's rental place can't be that far away!"
Matt rolled his eyes before answering the Jewish boy. "It's in Akron, Puckerman, but Marius and Sam left a while ago, so they should be here any-"
Matt was cut off by a horn splitting the night air. A shiny black strech limo pulled up to the curb, rendering Matt's statement pointless.
Marius stepped out of the car, grinned and called, "C'mon, gentlemen, let's get the princesses and head to the ball!"
Sam's head poked out of the door. "Before this carriage turns back into a pumpkin!" The other boys cheered and loaded themselves (and Artie's chair, folded up to fit) into the vehicle.
The boys were supposed to meet the girls at Rachel's house for dinner before heading to the school for the dance. The eight males were greeted at the door by Rachel's fathers-who introduced themselves as Jonathan and Elliot. Idle chit-chat was passed among the ten males, until Rachel's voice wafted down the stairs, announcing the girls were ready to come down.
As if they rehersed this, Jonathan and Elliot went to the foot of the stairs and announced each girl's arrival as she decended. First came Santana and Brittany, holding hands. The Latina was dressed in a form-fitting fire engine red dress, with halter straps and no back. The blond beside her was wearing a simple peach sundress. Next came Tina. The Asian girl wore a spaghetti strap dress of royal purple that came to knees. Mercedes came down in a shimmery gold number, reminiscent of-but not resembling-last year's Regionals outfit. Luka wore a strapless midnight blue dress, black ruffles at the hem brushing her thighs. Quinn's dress was black, with a single yellow belt for color. Emily was clad in a green dress, with sleeves slipping off to reveal her shoulders. And Rachel came last, of course, in a pale pink dress that ended mid-thigh.
The 16 teens mingled and the conversions that sprung at the Berrys' could only be accepted at the Glee Club.
("Artie, why did you get me two corsages?" "Simple. The dead rose for you, and the live one so your parents don't think I'm a bad influence for 'encouraging your demonic and unnatural intrest in the morbid and depressing'.")
("I must say, I find it refreshing, seeing you in a dress. I was almost worried you'd end up wearing a tuxedo." "Funny, I was afraid you'd show up in a dress. Possibly wearing the corset Finn told me about underneath, hmm?" "What can I say, we are one strange pair, Luka Bell." "That we are Kurt Hummel, that we are.")
("So it was a toss up between a dress inspired by Christine Daae or one inspired by Galinda-later on, Glinda. While I feel Victorian dresses are classy and beautiful and that I resemble Christine in both beauty and ability, I found Glinda's love of the pink and the fluffy would better suit my needs." "Uh...yeah. You look good, Rach." "Well, thank you, Finn. It's nice to be appreciated for my taste once in a while.")
("So, you and Santana picked put your dresses together?" "Yup! We made out in the dressing room in between dresses." "Britt!" "Hahah, no worries B, so did Mike and I.")
("Ya know, I like that dress. Not short enough for my tastes though." "Don't start with me Noah Puckerman, this is supposed to be fun. In the wholesome sense of the word." "At least until we break into that beer Hummel supposedly stashed with the rest of the party crap." "Do the events of last year mean anything to you? Do you want another baby?")
("Whadaya think, Sam?" "Emily, are you seriously asking for my opinion about how amazing you look?" "You're right. How's this: Hey Sam! We look good!" "That's my girl.")
After a dinner of homemade terriyaki steak and chicken bowls, the group piled into the limo to take them to the school. Since they were having their party the night of Senior Prom, they were going to use the choir room. It was a bit of a tight fit, but after the music equipment was pushed as far back as they could, and the chairs stacked up and place in a corner of the room, it was a decent place. Artie wheeled over to the outlet to plug in his speakers and he and Tina argued over the song to play. They eventually decided on One Of Those Nights by The Cab, and everyone who knew the lyrics sang along as they moved to the beat.
"I'm a mess and your words just give me time, to give you a waste of time.
One of those night, when you leave me for no reason!
I'll give you a reason!"
After dancing, talking, drinking, laughing, kissing, and everything else in between, Rachel stepped forward. Turning off the All Time Low cover of Lady GaGa's Alejandro earned the petite diva some groans of protest from Kurt, Mike (hey, he likes ATL) and the girls, but she pressed forward. "Fellow club members, it is my honor to partake in a traditional prom activity. The crowning of the court! But seeing as the point of this club is to express equality and for everyone to get a chance, I have given each person an award for their own praticular contributions to the club!" she exclaimed.
"First, King and Queen of Song." Everyone rolled their eyes. They really didn't need to vocalize the fact that Rachel and Finn were the stars. But said female did, and she and Finn placed their cheap plastic crowns on their heads, before continuing. King and Queen of Dance was awarded to Mike and Brittany, no surprise there. King and Queen of Fashion went to Kurt and Mercedes, also expected. King and Queen of Badass-ness was given to Puck and Santana. Sam and Luka were crowned King and Queen of Rock while Matt and Quinn were named King and Queen of the Backbeat. Marius and Emily became King and Queen of Support (which Rachel elaborated as them being the best at keeping up team moral and cheering up the group.) and Artie and Tina got King and Queen of Romance, for being the longest-lasting couple. No sooner had Rachel given the pair their crowns, that Puck replied, "Can we go back to dancing now, Berry?" Rachel sighed, turned the music on, took a swig of her beer and mumbled about how unappreciated she was.
Things got pretty wild after that. Every kid had at least four beers and the effects were definatly showing. Rachel and Finn were off making out in a corner. Kurt was in the girl's restroom, puking out his dinner and the alchol, with Luka there for comfort. Matt and Marius were drunkenly singing along to Sam's attempt at guitar playing and the rest of the girls were treating them like devote fans at a reunion concert of some long-forgotten band. Artie, Mike and Puck... well, they were just drinking.
Most soon sobered up (as there wasn't an unlimited stash of beer, and the buzz had to wear off sooner or later) and everyone was feeling tired and fulfilled and ready to go home, when Rachel called, "Wait! We need to do couple's dances!" there were a few grumbles, but most were ok with the idea. Rachel dragged Finn to the floor first, and instructed that the other members pick them a song. Placing all thoughts of embarrassing Rachel aside, the club scrolled through the various iPods that were brought, finally selecting When The Day Met The Night by Panic At The Disco. The pair swirled around to the sounds of the sun and moon's romance and everyone applauded once they were done.
Brittany and Santana went next, the group choosing Cute Is What We Aim For's The Curse of Curves. Next came Sam and Emily and the song picked for them was Love Story by Taylor Swift. The group picked The World Has It's Shine by Cobra Starship for Artie and Tina, Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat for Kurt and Luka, Into The Night by Chad Kroger and Carlos Santana for Mike and Matt (which kind of turned into a dance battle...), Here (In Your Arms) by Hellogoodbye for Quinn and Puck, and Best Thing I Never Knew I Needed Marius and Mercedes. With three final songs- Shake It by Metro Station, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy,and Get It Up by Mindless Self Indulgence- the kids were ready to call it a night.
Marius and Matt were gonna drop everyone off before returning the limo to their cousin's rental place. Mike's house came first and he left after sharing a kiss with his boyfriend. Emily's came next, then Puck's and Quinn was staying with him. Down the street from the Puckermans' was the Abrams', Artie and Tina's stop. Then came Brittany's house and Santana left with her. Sam's house was just down the block from Brittany's. Mercedes' place came next, and Matt had to honk the horn to tear his cousin away from his long goodbye at his girlfriend's porch.
As the group's numbers decrease, Kurt became away of the slurred and soft singing of the girl under his arm. "Gay boyfriend, gay boyfriend. I don't really care that you are queer. Gay boyfriend, gay boyfriend. I never feel lonely when you are near. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la." The implied gay boyfriend rolled his eyes. The smaller girl was clearly in no shape to go home. Her mom was generally good-natured, but if her daughter came home drunk, she'd get grounded and Kurt would probably be banned from the Bell/Bellasari house for a good while.
As Luka's house came into view, Kurt said, "Uh, Matt? I don't think Luka's in any shape to go home. She can just stay with me. Dad and Carole are in Columbis for the weekend, anyway." Kurt turned to his almost-brother. "I mean, if it's ok with you, Finn." the fashionisto amended.
"Yeah, no prob. I was actually gonna stay the night at Rachel's." Finn paused to chuckle at the brunette asleep in his lap. "Sure, she's fine now, but mark my words, in about 3 hours, she'll be puking down the porcelain throne and blaming me if I'm not holding her hair." The boys chuckled lightly.
Kurt half-carried Luka to his house, the sounds of the limo carrying his brother and three of his friends drifting away into the night.
He sighed as he tried to find Luka some PJs. His girlfriend wasn't doing anything productive-just swinging her legs as she sat on his bed, singing Out Tonight from RENT so off-key he didn't think it was possible. Finally selecting the away jersey he was given for football-that he never wore- along with a pair of Armani boxers from last season, he handed the garments to Luka. She giggled. "And now I know the answer to the age-old question," she slurred happily. "Kurt Hummel: Boxers, briefs, or panties."
He growled and pressed his lips to hers fiercely. He pulled back smirking, happy to have shut her up. "Go on, baby girl, get dressed." he told her and watched as she staggered into the bathroom. He quickly changed out of his tux (that he hung over his couch to be washed the next morning) into a baggy Lion King the Musical shirt and a pair of yoga pants.
No sooner did Kurt finish pulling the shirt over his head, did Luka emerge from the bathroom. The white jersey hung tighter to Luka then it did when he wore it, and the dark red boxers hung loosely off her hips. Kurt was extremely turned on. Until Luka opened her mouth and yawned. His heart swelled in adoration, distracting from his needs for the time being. He crawled into bed and motioned for his girlfriend to join. The two cuddled under the covers, with the copper-haired girl's head laying on the countertenor's chest. Sleep threatened to take over, but Kurt realized he had something to say first.
"Lu? You up?"
"Mmhmm." came the soft reply. "What's on your mind?"
Kurt bit his lip before finally letting the sentence escape. "I love you, Luka Serifina Julietta Bell."
"Oh-ho, pulling out the full names, are we now?" Luka joked, pulling up on her elbows to face the boy. Kurt chuckled nervously. She still hadn't said it back.
"Well, in that case, I love you too, Kurtis Cameron Hummel." she said with a grin, all traces of intoxication gone from her speech and breath.
Kurt beamed back and they kissed. Maybe for most couples, things would've gone farther then that. But for Kurt Hummel and Luka Bell- Flamboyant (normally) gay boy and athletic girl? They shared sweet words and a few more kisses before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.
AN: Crappy ending, I know, But there is an epilouge on the way!
Now, I must ask: Most people aren't a big fan of Kurt and Luka, yes? So, I'm wondering, should I do a KurtxSam version of this? Let me know-along with other pairings since I couldn't keep ALL the current ones.
Remember-comments, criticism, prompts accepted here!