This is where I change things but keep them the same :p don't act like you didn't know lol anyways Hope You Enjoy

With Rachel finally enjoying herself I was sure nothing could go wrong tonight. Kurt had even brought Blaine along and he had been kind enough to help with the Glee Club performance. Those were my thoughts before hearing a couple of jocks laughing about their choice of prom queen. Oh, God... I spoke too soon.

I quickly scouted the crowd for someone who would waste no time in delivering consequences and ran towards her. "Coach Sylvester, I have a feeling that at this very moment people are voting for Porcelain to be prom queen." "That's preposterous!" she snapped crossing her arms. I rolled my eyes. "Yes I know if you don't believe me then check the ballots."

Her eyes narrowed. "Who's going to watch my punch?" Was this lady for real? "I won't take my eyes of it, cross my heart and hope to die!" She hesitated briefly before heading in the direction of the principal. At least that would be taken care of.

I was about to serve myself some punch when another hand reached for the ladle. "Hey, Artie." I smiled. "Hey, Es, is Sylvester around?" I nodded. "I'm her replacement for now." He laughed nervously and ran his hand through his hair. "Did you need something?" He sighed and pulled out a bottle from inside his jacket. "Trying to prove myself..."

My eyes widened as I grabbed the bottle and examined its contents. "Britney said no." I looked at him in shock. "So you were going to spike the punch?" He winced and wheeled back an inch from the table. "It sounds bad when you say it."

The way he had retreated made it hard to stay even remotely mad at him. "Artie, I understand but did you think it through? I mean if what happened at Rachel's party is true then all you would have accomplished is making her start stripping down." He smiled.

"Plus, you do not want to see Jesse drunk." He looked up. "What about you?" "I'd rather not..." I said handing him back the bottle. "What kind of drunk are you, Es?" "An honest one." His head tilted slightly to the side the way a dogs does when it's confused. "I thought you were already honest." I laughed. "Everyone has their secrets." He nodded. "Will I ever get to hear you admit to at least one?" I glanced over to the stage at the glossy black piano and sighed. "Eventually you will."

"Es?" My attention snapped back to Artie. "Yeah?" "You know it's just lemonade right?" I laughed. "Yes, I know it's just lemonade."