FORGOT TO UPLOAD THIS EPISODE. WHOOPS. Please note, this episode takes place right after BORN THIS WAY and Before Funeral(in this fanfic).

Prom Queen

-GLEE-

"Hi everyone, it's your favorite blogger here, Jacob Ben Israel," Jacob introduced himself as he walked backwards in the hallway.

"We're here with Jr. Prom King candidate, Noah Puckerman," Jacob introduced.

"I prefer Puck," Puck included.

"So, Noah, how do you feel with the newest poll results showing the Fabray-Hudson duo are beating by 10 points?" Jacob questioned, holding the microphone up to Puck's mouth.

Puck smirked as he responded. "I'm not worried. We are still ahead of Santana and Karofsky and we are planning on closing the gap with intimidation and fear," Puck stared at the camera.

"Really?" Jacob replied, "Because word on the street is you just don't have it anymore."

"What're you talking about?" Puck asked.

"There have been reports that you're not the badass you once were," Jacob answered. "In fact, they say it's the fact that you can't find your balls… did Lauren misplace them?"

Puck stopped and looked at the camera.

"Listen up, I am still the same #1 badass at this school. NOTHING has changed," Puck crossed his arms.

Just as he finished that statement, Puck felt his jeans hit the floor as Rick the Stick yelled, "Pantsed!"

Puck glanced down as he noticed his yellow and red Dragon Ball Z briefs exposed. Puck quickly pulled up his jeans.

"I'm guessing you won't edit that out?" Puck asked.

Jacob shook his head.

"Good luck, Noah. You're going to need it."

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"William, Sue. I have brought you here because I need your help with Prom." Figgins informed. "I need you to do your whole 'Punch Bowl' routine. Will, you need to chaperone."

"Sounds good." Will nodded.

"Also, Our band has quit so I am asking that the New Directions will perform." Figgins asked. "It should compensate you for a bus to regionals."

Will smiled largely. "I really like this idea!"

"William, if the New Directions are performing I have already concocted a list of the worst song the glee club has ever done." Sue pulled a notebook out of her pocket. "These songs can my be performed."

"Sue!" Figgins called.

"Number one: Run Joey Run. You should seriously write apology letters to anyone who heard that song, terrible. Number two: Bust A Move: White men shouldn't rap William." She said ignoring Figgins. "Number three: Born This Way, we do not need anymore of your Glee Club members showing off their underwear in public, it's getting old William."

"Sue!" Figgins called again.

"Sue well do song we haven't done before." Will groaned.

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Kurt sat in a booth in Breadstix with Blaine as both boys munched on their dinner and flirted. "So, Prom is coming up. And I would hate to go alone." Kurt hinted.

"Kurt..." Blaine trailed off. "I want to go with you, I do. I'm just a little scared after what happened at the Sadie Hawkins dance."

"What happened at this Sadie Hawkins dance? You need to tell me." Kurt held Blaine's hand and gave it a squeeze.

Blaine cringed thinking about the Sadie Hawkins dance.

Young Blaine strode confidently into his dance. He was wearing a fancy suit, the best one he found. He felt his dates hand in his and he loved it. That's why he was so shocked when he felt the tight material of his Tighty Whities burn his ass. "Ow!"

His date was getting the same punishment. Blaine could see a couple of jocks behind him pulling his briefs further up his ass. "Stop! Guy!" He shouted. The stinging in his ass was cringeworthy, and Blaine's worst wedgie to date. As the material reached his skull he began to cry.

Then his face collided with the cold hard pavement. A drop of blood came from his nose and stained the cement. He slowly started to get up, but he felt a pounding in his stomach. "Asshole! Stop right now!" Blaine yelled.

It didn't help though, they just kept kicking Blaine. In the face, in the chest in the stomach. He was bloody and it just kept coming. "Faggot!" They chanted as they continued to pain the defenseless boy. He wrapped himself up like an armadillo and tried shielding his face. Once it was over his suit was completely stained with blood and his nose was broken.

Blaine snapped back into reality, as he hear Kurt speaking. "You can't let the memories of that night haunt you. You need to get over it so you can move on. Come to Prom, if you're scared we'll walk in with Puck."

Blaine looked down for a second. His eyes fixated on his cup. "I- uh... Yes. Lets go!" He smiled.

"Really?!" Kurt exclaimed, his face growing wide from ear to ear with a smile.

"Yes really. We're going to prom!"

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"I can't believe this is happening to me," Puck thought as he walked down the hall and read the newest comments on Jacob's blog.

"I'm not a loser," Puck reminded himself. "I'm not the one who gets pantsed and gets wedgies. I need to make sure people know that but how?"

An idea popped into his head as he saw Artie roll by.

"Hey," Puck greeted him.

"What's up?" Artie wondered.

"Well, I need your help dude," Puck put it simply. "I need to prove to everyone that I'm still a badass so I can prom king and be on top again."

"Ok… how are you planning on doing that?" Artie asked.

"I'm going to do the impossible. Spike Coach Sylvester's punch bowl," Puck responded, smiling.

-GLEE-

Rachel finished her rendition of 'Rolling in the Deep' she planned on singing it at Prom. As she did, she heard the door slam close. "Hello?" She called.

She was responded to with footsteps in the dark. "I carry a rape whistle!" She shouted.

"Pretty good cover. Maybe we could turn it in to a duet?" They asked. Rachel squinted as they emerged from the darkness. It was Jesse St. James.

"Jesse!"

"I hear you need a date to the prom?" He asked, he sounded overly pompous. "And you can't deny our chemistry!"

"Jesse, the entire glee club hates you. Plus me and Me-"

"I know your plans. But wouldn't you rather have me and you alone, I was stupid. We could try to have a second chance?" He smiled.

"Fine! But only because I need my own date!" Rachel agreed.

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"Come in," Emma spoke from inside her office.

"Hey Emma," Will walked in. "Can I ask for a favor?"

"Um, what kind of favor?" Emma wondered.

"Just-uh-just school stuff," Will replied. "Figgins told me that I need to find chaperones for the prom, and I thought you might want to."

"Sure, Will," Emma quickly responded. "Sounds like fun."

"Gre-"

"Yeah, it sounds like a blast," Carl walked in and stood next to Will, smiling.

"Emma and I will be there," Carl smirked, giving Will's ass a slap, reminding him who's boss.

Emma smiled in response.

"Umm, great," Will managed to get out as he left Emma's office.

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Santana put on her maroon barèt and strutted down the hallway with Kurt. "Teen gay! You can safely get to your next class without fear of violence! All thanks to the Bully Whips!" Santana said loudly, as she stopped at a classroom.

"Why are you shouting?" He asked.

"I'm making a point." She whispered. Then she started to speak loud again. "Yes, of course I'll keep you safe!"

The bell ring and Santana rolled her eyes. "See you later." She said rudely.

Kurt giggled to himself as he began to walk towards the door. Immediately he bumped into Karofsky. "Oh. Sorry."

All dressed in his own Bully Whips get-up. "Kurt. I- um."

Kurt smiled. "I gotta get to class." He said awkwardly. He didn't Want to chat with Karofsky, he felt Karofsky would bully him more.

"Kurt, I'm sorry." Karofsky said. "I was a jackass! All those wedgies and everything were terrible. I-I realize that now." Karofsky said. He sounded sincere too, Kurt immediately accepted his apology, feeling he really was sorry. "I deserve something bad."

"No you don't." Kurt replied.

Karofsky turned around. "Wedgie me."

"What?!"

"Please. I deserve it. Just pull these things to my skull. That way I can feel okay, like you've gotten some kind of revenge." Karofsky replied. Kurt pinched the waistband of his blue boxer-briefs out of his jeans and tugged them up a tiny bit. "Come on Kurt. For real."

Kurt nodded and figured, he might as well get revenge. Even if Karofsky did apologize he still deserved a few wedgies. So, Kurt yanked the material sky-high. This caused Karofsky to squirm at the pain shooting through his ass. As the material stretched to his shoulders Kurt let go. "I'm sorry again." Karofsky said, de-wedging his underwear and walking away.

-GLEE-

"Can't believe Kurt demanded his own room to change," Blaine babbled as he put on his white button up shirt.

Finn chuckled. "You know Kurt. He wants his outfit to be a complete surprise," Finn replied as he stood next to Blaine in front of the mirror.

Both boys were just getting dressed. Finn merely had his blue boxers and a white t-shirt while Blaine had already finished buttoning his shirt and grabbed his slacks. Blaine's white briefs were just barely poking through.

Finn couldn't help but stare with envy as Burt walked in.

"Almost done in here?" Burt asked, his voice breaking Finn's gaze.

"Yeah," Blaine nodded as he slipped into his pants.

Suddenly, Kurt burst in.

"Well, what do you all think? Fabulous, no?" Kurt spun around, his kilt flowing.

"Dude, that's awesome!" Finn pointed. "It's like gay braveheart."

"Finn! Hurry up and get dressed!" Kurt rushed. "Blaine and I will be downstairs," Kurt stated as he grabbed Blaine by the arm.

Finn sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, Burt also in the background.

"So, what were you staring at when I walked in?" Burt raised an eyebrow.

Finn blushed, "It wasn't like that."

"Then tell me what it was like," Burt pushed.

"Let's just say I wanted to rip off Blaine's briefs, but not in a gay way, but because I wanted to wear them," Finn explained.

"Then, why don't you just put on a pair?" Burt asked.

"Because I've worked so hard to get Quinn and – and my life back," Finn responded.

"Finn," Burt grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eye rather than the reflection from the mirror. "You deserve a night off. Let loose…. Or not… you know what I mean," Burt laughed.

"You know what, you're right!" Finn smiled as he opened his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of Hanes white briefs.

"Thanks Burt," Finn hugged.

Burt smiled as he left Finn to get dressed.

On his way out, Burt pulled out his phone and typed the message, "Mission accomplished. Someone is back in their briefs tonight," and sent it to Will Schuester.

-GLEE-

As Will walked to the dance he spotted Emma. She was wearing a white dress jeweled all over, it came down to her knees. He hair was up in a bun that looked more formal. He saw her rose red lipstick and wanted to kiss her so bad. He started to approach her, until he looked to her side. There was Carl, dressed in a white suit. He shook his head, he'd talk to her later.

-GLEE-

"Alright, remember the plan shorty?" Puck asked Artie as he danced across the floor.

"No, not really," Artie said nervously.

"I swoop in," Puck pointed to Sue as she guarded the punch bowl, "distract her with my awesome dance moves and then you move in behind her and spike the drink."

"Why can't we switch roles?" Artie panicked.

"Um, dude." Puck replied. "Let's go," he continued.

He slid across the floor and grabbed Sue by the arm.

"Hey Coach, I've got the music in me," Puck moved his hips and Sue rolled her eyes and caught Artie behind the punchbowl with a flask.

"You're busted Mister," Sue stared as she wheeled him off.

"Great," Puck groaned as Figgins asked all the candidates to step on the stage.

"This is just a reminder to please vote for Prom King and Queen," Figgins announced.

"Did you hear?" Karofsky asked Puck as they stood next to Finn. "Your boy Hudson is beating us in the polls."

Puck started to panic. He couldn't switch being badass #1 with Finn. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

As Figgins continued to talk, Finn turned his back to the audience and began to talk to Puck.

Puck tuned him out and just dropped to his knees and yanked Finn's slacks down as hard as he could, accidentally pulling down Finn's briefs.

Immediately, the crowd gasped. By the time Finn looked down and saw his briefs at his knees and his pants at his ankles, the crowd had erupted in laughter.

"Finn Butt-son is back!" Someone shouted.

Finn blinked a few times before he realized what he was supposed to do. He grabbed his briefs and pulled them up as fast as he could, causing the material of his shirt to bunch up.

"And look! He's wearing tighty whities again!" Karofsky pointed.

Finn pulled up his pants and stepped off the stage feeling humiliated.

-GLEE-

Will closed his eyes as Finn's ass was shown from the stage. He cringed when he heard someone tease him about the tighty whities.

"Excuse me," Will stated as he entered the restroom and began to wash his face.

"Well, that was quite the show," Carl entered the restroom, referring to Finn's humiliation.

"What do you want, Carl?" Will asked, feeling bad about what happened to Finn.

"Nothing," Carl shrugged as he walked around Will. "I was just going to say that the whole reminded me of you."

"What?" Will asked.

"You know," Carl smirked. "The tighty whities are a given… you still are a briefs man, right?" Carl examined Will's ass. "Just reminded me of when I ripped off your tighty whities and left you nude. You remember?"

"Yes, I remember," Will said ashamed as he stared into the mirror.

"How could you forget," Carl laughed. "Funny… this prom has stirred up a lot of memories for me. You know, I took my girlfriends' virginity at our prom," Carl informed. "And you know, the past always repeats itself," he winked.

Will snapped. He grabbed Carl and pushed his face against the wall.

"The hell are you doing Schuester?" Carl struggled.

"You do not talk Emma or my students in front of me," Will replied, digging his hand down Carl's white pants, pulling out hot pink bikini briefs.

"Still wearing bikinis, I see," Will teased, pulling higher and bringing him back.

"Let go of me!" Carl contested.

"Fair enough," Will stated as he pulled up high, lifting him off the ground and hanging him on one of the hooks in the bathroom stall.

"Catch ya later," Will winked.

"This isn't over, Schuester!" Carl yelled as Will exited the bathroom and put an out of order sign on the door.

"Hey, have you seen Carl?" Emma asked.

"I think he said he felt sick," Will lied. "Shall we dance?" Will offered his hand.

Emma nodded.

-GLEE-

"Quinn, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Finn asked her as the music played.

"It doesn't matter!" Quinn shrieked. "I gave you one rule, and you broke it Finn."

"I'm sorry. I can't help being who I am," Finn argued.

"Do you even care?" Quinn asked. "Do you even care that we are down in the polls because of your little incident?" Quinn continued her rant, but Finn walked right by her as he saw Jesse flirting with Rachel and kissing her on her neck.

"Hey," Finn tapped. "Let's keep it PG."

"Relax Finn. Don't get your tighty whities in a bunch," Jesse teased.

"That's it!" Finn charged, tackling him to the ground.

Both of them grabbed onto each other's briefs and began to yank them out of their pants.

Sue came through and grabbed both boys and escorted them out of the gym.

Quinn only grew angrier.

-GLEE-

"McKinley High, listen up for the winners of Prom King and Queen. First up, the gentlemen." Figgins spoke into a microphone. Everyone stood on stage that was nominated. "The winner of prom king is... Noah Puckerman!"

"Hell yeah!" Puck cheered as he walked to Figgins. He snatched the crown and held it high up. Everyone clapped and cheered as he stood there, happy as a clam.

"Now for Prom Queen!" Figgins began as he opened a piece of paper. "Looks like we have some Prom Anarchy."

Everyone stood uncomfortably as Figgins stared into the audience. "Prom queen is... Sam Evans."

From the crowd Sam turned completely red. He wanted to cry! He heard everyone's comments. "What a fag!" "Panty Boy Evans!" "Puck, you gonna take off his panties afterwards?!" "What a freak!"
Sam saw everyone staring at him. He looked over at Mercedes, his date. Without thinking he ran out of the school as fast as he could. Once he reached his car he laid back and cried until he couldn't anymore. Why did everyone like teasing him so much? He just wanted this year to be over.

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