A/N

I'm back with another pathetic attempt at writing as Joe...lol. Enjoy ;)

Quinn and I were on the street. On a curb, actually. It was dark and the only form of light was the dim street light above us and the nauseating, flickering light of the icecream shop's neon sign behind us. Yes, we were getting icecream. And yes, it was almost midnight.

Macy's parents had come home to find me and Quinn watching some stupid movie. Quinn recognized the actress, Sandra Bullock, so we watched it. It was kinda odd, this movie. It was about this lady who got her identity stolen or something. Macy's mother tried to pay us for babysitting, which I said was totally unnecessary, but she shoved a twenty in my hand and a twenty in Quinn's. That was ridiculous, in my opinion. So Quinn and I politely thanked her and left the house. I offered to drive Quinn home and as we were in the car, her stomach had rumbled. So then we decided that we'd use a portion of our babysitting money and get icecream. There's a pile of change and bills in the glove compartment of my car that Quinn and I call our 'Emergency Icecream Fund'.

"So guess what I heard today?" I asked as I licked my icecream.

"What?"

"I heard that our school has a Prom" I said. I had been thinking about the best way to bring up this topic. If Puck's comment had been right, this may be a touchy subject with her. And this way, if she tries to leave, she can't because I'm her ride.

"That we do" Quinn nodded. She had an odd tone in her voice. And with her comment, the ball was back in my court. Darn.

"Yeah, Tina and them told me about it at lunch" I continued. "I had no idea what it was so I looked it up after school."

"And what did you learn?" she asked, a small smirk on her face.

"Attire, songs...stuff like that" I listed.

"Well the songs at our Prom is what we can sing" Quinn scoffed.

"I heard. So what are your thoughts on Prom?" I asked, hoping I get more than a few words from her.

She licked her icecream slowly as she thought about her answer. "Proms are fun. Wild at times. It's, as Kurt Hummel says, the social event of the season."

"Yeah but are your thoughs? You're always so opinionated" I said.

She stared at me. And as soon as I saw the flash of her eyes, I knew she was suspicious. "Why are you asking?"

"Um, today Puck told me to ask you how big a deal Prom is to you" I stammered.

She gave a smug sort of smile. "Listening to Puck now, are we?"

I didn't reply.

"Take it from me, listening to him of all people is never a good idea" she said. I guess she wasn't mad.

"I just wanted to know what he meant" I admitted. What can I say? I'm a curious guy.

Quinn sighed. "Well, I guess you might as well know."

Know what? What was so secretive? It obviously must not have been a good story.

"Know what?" I asked, voicing my thoughts.

Quinn stared ahead at the dark side of the road. No cars had driven by yet. She sighed again.

"Last year was our Junior Prom. It promised to be huge. And even if it wasn't, it was our first glimpse at a Prom. For the first bit of my high school life, I was wildly popular, but Glee club and a series of bad mistakes led to me being just the pretty blonde loser. Sorry if I sound self centered. Anyways, as much as I love being in Glee, I needed to be popular again. I needed to be back on top. My sister had been through Prom already and I knew how important it was to girls. I also knew the fight of Prom Queen. It was the highest honor a girl could get and I wanted that so badly. So when the time came for campaigns, I went a bit overboard. Finn was my running mate and I had an attitude issue. Especially when it came to the thought of my crown being taken away. Long story short, secrets were revealed, harm was done and I slapped Rachel Berry. Not to mention that Kurt Hummel had won my crown. Prom was not my best moments, to say the least."

Wow. I bit my cone as I thought about Quinn's story. She always seemed so nice and pure and now it's like it's all been an act. Did she really slap Rachel? Why?

"Joe" she began. "Say something."

"That's quite a story" I said.

"You're not mad?"

"I can't change the past" I replied. "What's done is done."

"I'm sorry" Quinn said. "That was the old me. The ugly part of me. And don't say that I don't have an ugly part. I do."

I chuckled. "What about this year?" I asked. "Are you going to try and win again?"

"Would I sound vain if I said yes?"

I didn't reply.

"I've always wanted to win. It's been my goal since my sister's Prom. Call me crazy or self centered or vain but I really want this" Quinn said.

"So go for it" I said.

She glanced at me. "Really?"

"Sure" I shrugged. If this is what she wanted, then I had to support her. And if anyone deserved it, she did. Look what she's had to go through the last few months.

Quinn silently finished off her icecream cone and nodded.

Then she turned to me. "So what about you? Are you gonna run for Prom King?"

I shook my head and smiled. "No thank you."

"What? Why? I think you'd be a great King" Quinn said with that adorable smile that had been missing since we began talking about Prom.

"I'm still a newbie" I said. "Besides, Prom doesn't really sound like my thing." That was a lie. I was so going to Prom but in order to surprise her with whatever I was going to do when I asked her to Prom, I had to pretend I wasn't going.

"You're not going to Prom?" Quinn looked at me, shocked.

"It's not mandatory" I told her.

"Well, no, but who misses Prom? No one" Quinn answered herself.

"I do. I mean, I will" I said.

"What? No. No way."

"Yes. Yes way."

"No."

"Yes."

"You're coming."

"I'm not coming."

Quinn either realized she wouldn't win or decided that arguing wasn't gonna make me go. So she glared at me.

I looked at my watch. "Good morning, Quinn" I said.

"What?"

"Good morning. See, it's 12:30 so it's the morning now" I said.

She smiled. I think she was still upset about the fact that I'm refusing Prom so her smile quickly faded to a scowl.

I yawned.

She yawned.

"Are you tired?" I asked, digging in my pocket for my car keys.

"A bit" Quinn admitted.

"Well, are you ready to go?" I asked her.

She nodded and we both stood up and walked to my car.

I drove her home.

"I hope mom's not up waiting for me" Quinn said but it was mostly to herself. Then she turned to me.

"Bye" I smiled.

"See ya" she said. "Thanks for inviting me to babysit with you. Macy is so adorable. She idolizes you so much. And thanks for the icecream."

"You're welcome on both accounts" I said. "But for all we know, that could have been your twenty we paid with. So maybe I should thank you for the icecream."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine then. Thanks for driving to get the icecream that may have been paid for by you."

"You're welcome" I grinned. "See you tomorrow, probably."

Quinn smiled. "Yes. I'll text you then you can come over and learn the brilliance that is RockBand. It's a video game thing and it's fun. You'll love it." She was so enthusiastic about this.

"Can't wait" I said. Quinn leaned over and kissed me quickly. Then she hopped out of the car and I watched her go to her house.

It was still hard to believe that I am dating her. She was such an angel and I love her in every way.

Now, if only I had an idea for how to ask her to Prom...