Thank you guys for being soo patient. I pretty much killed my exams so I'm really, really happy.

Recap: Santana and Quinn go skating and play a fun game of truth or dare. It starts off with cute things (kiss me) that turn sexual (take off your bra and underwear in public) that eventually turn deep when Santana admits her deepest, darkest secret: She loves Quinn and she's afraid of losing her. Quinn promises to never leave. Quinn drives Santana home and they end up making out all the way to second base and about to head home when Quinn calls it off. San is totally okay with stopping. Quinn leaves before she gets a call from Santana begging her to come back. Somebody broke into her room and stole her teddy bear that her abuela gave her before she was disowned (which is an ingredient for the potion that will make Santana fall in love with Brittany).

Prom

Month 4

"Okay, so here's what I was thinking!" Sam starts in like an eager little puppy dog that just got a chew toy full of peanut butter. "We'd just casually be hanging out at my house and I'd pull out a single rose and ask her to go to prom with me."

"What do you think Quinn? Is it a good idea?"

I hesitate to answer. As much as I love the idea, I'm not sure it's right. "It's sweet and simple," I respond cautiously. "It is a good idea," he smiles, "but it's not enough." His smile fades.

"I thought that was pretty good," Sam says, frowning as he runs his fingers through his hair. "It took me a half an hour to come up with that idea."

"It is a good idea," I encourage. "It's just that Mercedes, she seems like a bit of a drama queen to me." I see Sam's face shift to defensive mode, ready to fight for his girl. "I say that with all the best intentions," I add on. He relaxes. "Because of that Mercedes strikes me as a big gestures sort of girl."

"Man, I don't know what to do," Sam says, stressing out as he pulls on the ends of his blue sweatshirt. He stops walking down the school hallway. "I just… I really love her, Quinn. I want to do right by her." I smile. He really is the sweetest guy. "I asked some of the guys, but they weren't helpful. Finn just said Rachel asked him and Puck just said that I shouldn't even bother with prom, just go to the after party. You're my last hope!" He clasps his hands together and gives me these big puppy dog eyes.

I chew on my lip, trying to come up with a good idea. "Scavenger hunt?"

Sam thinks about it for a moment, "No that's not really us… and I'd get lost making it."

"Romantic dinner?"

"I did that last year for junior prom."

"Teddy bear?"

"Not really us."

"I've got it!"

"What?"

"So here's what we'll do…"

**143**

"It sounds really expensive," he comments uncomfortably. "My family can't exactly afford what's… not essential." He squirms around in his chair a little.

"I promise it won't be that much and I'll cover everything," I offer.

He sits straight up in his chair. "Quinn I don't need you to do that. I wasn't saying I wanted you to—"

"I'm happy to do it," I say softly. "I'm a bit loaded. I can spare money on a prom invite for my friend. I give him a small bump with my body and he smiles really wide.

"Thank you so much, Quinn! I promise I'll make it up to you! Are you asking Santana to prom? Like, how does it work with two girls? Who asks whom? You don't really strike me as the guy in the relationship."

I laugh lightly. "I'm not with Santana to be with a guy. We're both the girls in the relationship." Sam blushes. "I am asking her because I want to."

"If you need any help setting that up I'll help with that in return!" Sam offers like a giddy puppy whose master just came home.

"Thanks Sam, but I think I've got it cover—"

Ryan, the guy on the drums, begins tapping out a beat on cymbals as Johnny; the base player begins playing an all-too familiar riff. I wonder who's spontaneous breakout into song this is. Suddenly, my phone begins ringing. It's Santana. I want to answer, but I don't want to be rude taking a call during someone's number. I'm just about to push the decline call button before Sam stops me. "Trust me, you want to take that. And you'll also want to push speaker."

I look over at him suspiciously before pushing answer and the speaker button. "Santana?"

When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you

A blush overruns my face as I quickly catch on to what Santana is doing. I glance over at Sam and he just smiles like a big goof as he motions at the cell phone.

When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be

Santana's voice rings clearly through the phone speakers sounding absolutely beautiful. I wonder where she is right now. I begin squinting through windows, hoping she'll appear.

I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

Suddenly, her call to me ends. I furrow my eyebrows. Was that supposed to happen? Kurt's cellphone rings, he quickly picks up and pushes speaker. He's grinning like a fool. I can tell he was in on it too.

If I get drunk, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you

And if I haver, hey, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

Kurt's call ends just as quickly as mine had. Brad, Johnny, Ryan, and the others were still playing, leading into the chorus. And that's when a ton of cheerleaders flooded the room. They begin an intricate dance number, but to my despair Santana is not among the flock. But then, I hear her voice ringing out through the speakers on Mercedes' open laptop and Finn's phone.

But I would walk five hundred miles

And I would walk five hundred more

Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles

To fall down at your door

Her voice begins playing on Tina and Mike's phones as well.

When I'm working, yes, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you

Each of the cheerio's lifts their arms and motions a touch macho pose like thye're working. I notice all the Gleekers rising from their chairs, a penny in each of their hands. They all approach me in a dance line dropping pennies into my open hand before joining the Cheerio's on stage

And when the money comes in for the work I do

I'll pass almost every penny on to you

I laugh as both the Glee club kids and the Cheerio's get up on 'stage' and continue the number.

When I come home (When I come home), oh, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you

And if I grow old, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

And then all of the laptops and phone calls shut down at once. There's a hint of static before Santana's voice pops on over the entire school system, ringing throughout every hallway.

But I would walk five hundred miles

And I would walk five hundred more

Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles

To fall down at your door

Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)

Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da

Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)

Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da

Suddenly, the song slows down and the speaker system switches off and Santana walks into the room, holding her cellphone in hand which had previously been broadcasting her voice through various systems. She slowly approaches me and sings.

When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you

And when I'm dreaming, well, I know I'm gonna dream

I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you

She takes a seat down next to me and grabs my hand in her own.

When I go out (When I go out), well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

And when I come home (When I come home), yes, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you

I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you

The song fades out and two cheerleaders, Sam, Blaine, and Kitty are holding up posters spelling out P-R-OM-? Santana smiles wide, "What do you say Q?"

With a smile that almost hurts my face and tears threatening my eyes, I nod and kiss her. "Of course I'll go to prom with you!"

**143**

"So should I drive or should we go with a group of people because I'm not riding to prom in your joke of a car," Santana comments with her arm slung around my shoulder.

"I think," I pause, trying to walk a little faster. "You should drive." I run over to where Santana parked her motorcycle.

"Cool. Wait, is that…"

"A Harley Davidson Sportster Superlow, potentially the best model of Harley Davidson to ever come out?"

"It's a thing of beauty," Santana remarks, body literally quivering. "I don't know who owns this, but they are the luckiest guy in the world."

"You own it," I giggle.

"Wait what?" Santana approaches the bike like she can't believe her eyes. She runs her fingers over the shining new vehicle and closes her eyes like it's sacred. She opens her eyes again and spots the sign taped onto it.

CAN I GET A RIDE TO PROM WITH YOU?

-QUINN

"Oh my god Quinn!" Santana says breathlessly.

"What do you say?"

"I… I can't accept this. This is 8,249 dollars!" I laugh. Of course she knows the exact price. She's been keeping her eye on this for awhile and I've noticed.

"A small price to pay for you," I reply.

She's beaming as she pulls me in for a deep, passionate kiss that races through me like a bullet train, but is as gentle as a rainbow in the sky. "Yes," she mutters, forehead pressed against mine. "I love you, Q."

"I love you too, Tana."

**143**

"Thank you so much," I hear Mercedes call from behind the door of the dressing room.

"For what?"

"I know you helped Sam fill the hallway with balloons," she responds. "I also know Sam did not come up with that on his own. He's a sweet guy and he tries really hard, but he's not exactly a romantic."

"It was really no problem, helping him set up," I reply, not taking credit for the idea but not saying it was his. We all know it wasn't.

"How did Mike ask you?" Kitty asks Tina from outside all of our dressing rooms. She had found this perfect sparkly pink dress. She and Artie were going together, but she clarified it was only as friends.

"His mom always gets Asian take out so she's really good friends with the owner and so we ordered Chinese take out as usual. Mike was really insistent I open my fortune cookie. So I finally crack it open, and it says 'Will you go to prom with me?'"

"That's so sweet," comments Rachel. I hear her open the door as she comes out. I can't see her as I finish putting on a sky blue dress. It drags almost down to the floor, but not quite, which makes it perfect for dancing. It has a conservative but still attractive neckline. The top of the dress covering my breasts is sequined, but below that is a sash and the dress simply flows out into the beautiful simplistic fabric.

"Where is Santana?" I hear Tina ask.

"She's going to go dress shopping with Brittany. She's not allowed to see what dress I'm wearing until prom night!"

"Is it hard knowing that Santana and Brittany have a history?" I hear Rachel ask, sounds rather unapologetic.

"I mean, it's sort of uncomfortable and hard to deal with," I comment. "But I know Santana loves me, so I'm not concerned about her cheating on me."

"Hm."

Mercedes, obviously changing the subject, asks, "Are you guys going to color coordinate?"

"I don't know," I respond, emerging from the dressing room second. I think this dress is it.

Rachel is wearing a beautiful light pink dress that flows down to the ground. "That looks great, Rach." I comment. "Thanks Quinn, but I don't really like it."

"Shit Q," Mercedes says, as she makes her way out of the dressing room, a dark purple dress trailing behind her. "You look hot."

"Thanks," I respond with a blush. "I love that dress on you 'Cedes."

"I know I look sexy as hell," she says, checking herself in the three part mirror. "I think this is the one."

"Sam won't know what hit him," I add.

"You look great Mercedes," Tina smiles as she emerges from the dressing room wearing a dark green dress. "What do you guys think?"

"The gray one at the first store we went to was the best," Kitty says flippantly in respond to Tina's question.

"I agree," she frowns. "I think I'm going to go back and grab it."

"Think I should get this?" I ask as I observe what I look like in the mirror.

"I don't like it," Rachel says.

"I think it looks great, Q," says Mercedes.

"You looked like a knockout," calls out Tina from the dressing room where she's taking off her dark green dress.

"I think I'm going to get it."

**143**

"Driver, can you honk the horn?" I ask from the backseat of the limousine.

"Sure can, ma'am," he responds. The sound of the horn rings out loud enough for Santana to hear. She quickly runs over to her bedroom window on the second floor and I can see the top of her lavender. She looks gorgeous. She holds up a finger, telling me to wait a minute.

"Who else are we getting after this?" Sam asks from across the limo, his arm around Mercedes.

"Kurt and Blaine," I reply.

"Cool." We wait another 3:52 before Santana comes gliding out of the house in the most jaw dropping dress I've ever seen. I quickly scramble out of the car to open the door for her.

She's wearing a floor length lavender dress with cutouts on each side of her waist and a diamond shaped cut out above her breasts (AN: Seriously, just look this shit up. Santana Lopez lavender dress and die). She looks flawless. I can feel my heart beat out of my chest just looking at her. "There are no words to explain how perfect you look," I say breathlessly.

"You look great," she says out loud for everyone to hear. Then she leans in close and mutters into my ear, "I can't wait to get you out of that dress later." I can feel my entire body heat up with giddy anticipation. She glides gracefully into the black limousine as if she hadn't just made my libido go into overdrive. I take five deep breaths to control myself before stepping in after her.

"You look great, Santana," Sam says, practically drooling over my girlfriend.

Mercedes is just about to scold him and punch him lightly, but I beat her to it. "Eyes off my girlfriend!" I yell playfully as I join her on the other side of the limo. Sam laughs and blushes before looking back at Mercedes and giving her a kiss. She pushes him off jokingly and the two of them begin a car long flirt session.

"Are you excited?" I ask, ignoring the two horn-dogs on the other side.

"I always imagined going to prom in a limo, but I never pictured going with somebody as beautiful as you on my arm."

"Lucky you," I joke back.

"Lucky me," she says with a small smile.

**143**

"Somebody definitely spiked the punch," I say with a bitter look on my face as I throw out the tainted cup.

"Hallelujah," Santana says, purposefully making her way over to the punch bowl. She dips the ladle in and fills her cup up to the brim before taking a long sip. "I'd recognize this alcohol anywhere. It's Puck's favorite, doesn't go anywhere without it."

I roll my eyes. "Cool it with the drinking, San." She chugs the whole cup down in seconds before throwing it out.

"Kay babe, I'm done," she promises. "Now come dance with me!" She grabs my hand and drags me out onto the dance floor. Avicii's "Wake Me Up" blasted over the speaker system as Santana grabbed my hand and we began to dance together.

**143**

I barely remember the night it was such a blur, but I remember every second of it as clear as if I was living it now. We danced and danced and danced the night away. Whenever the slow dances would come on I'd offer Santana my hand and I'd lead her across the dance floor. She rest her head against my shoulder and we'd sway. Every once in awhile I'd pull out one of my old dance moves to wow her on the floor.

We danced the night away with each other and with other people. We'd slow dance, do the cha cha slide, and just jump around like idiots. Between the punch, the pictures, and the dancing I've never had more fun.

I look over to Santana, sleeping soundly next to me on the floor at Puck's house where all the people in Glee Club went for the after party. Her hair is a mess and her lipstick is a little smeared, but she's never looked more beautiful.

"I've never loved anyone the way I love you," I whisper in her ear. I place a chaste kiss on her forehead before turning back and falling asleep.

It was the perfect night.

I'm back! I killed my exams (thank you guys so much for understanding and the well wishes) and I've hit summer. I'm coming back and ready to write with a vengeance. I really hope you guys enjoyed this. I tried to make it a little longer than usual due to the longer than usual wait.

I'm planning out some other stories in the works. It's very, very basic broad planning and I'm really hoping to finish this by the end of the summer, probably sooner.

I love reviews. They are my drug. And I SWEAR I'm reinstating the one week 10 review thing and won't keep breaking it.

Does anyone know what the Topaz Awards are or whatever? I was just reading a story and they're like, "I won this" and I'm like... what is it? There are still so many aspects of the FanFiction community that elude me.

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