A/N: Today's prompt comes from thursdaynext. I thought it was a good way to follow up 'Song'. :)

Shameless fluff ahead…

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this." Damon said, although his mouth was turned up in the corners so Jeremy knew he wasn't as annoyed as he pretended to be.

Jeremy rolled his shoulders uncomfortably in his tuxedo. "It wasn't my idea. You try reasoning with a hormonal pregnant woman. She started crying and saying she was going to be a horrible mother."

"How is that even remotely related to us going to prom?" Damon asked.

"It isn't, but she was crying Damon. What was I supposed to do?"

"Tell her you didn't want to go." Damon suggested, like it was easy watching a pregnant woman's heart break over her only nephew being a total loser.

"It could be worse." Jeremy reminded him. "I could be here with Caroline. She was practically begging me to bring her."

"Ugh. Why would you bring Vampire Barbie?"

"That's the point, Day. I wouldn't."

Damon looked a little bit smug at that, and Jeremy rolled his eyes.

They found their table with a group of people from Jeremy's art class. They weren't friends exactly, but none of the other art kids actively disliked him as much as the rest of the student body. After eating rubbery chicken and wilted vegetables (which Jeremy could easily have gotten at home on one of the nights Jenna cooked) and watching as all the couples got steadily schmoopier as the night went on, Jeremy was ready to make an escape. They'd shown up, had their awkward photo taken, spiked the punch bowl, eaten gross food and been forced to watch nearly every couple at their table make out with each other.

"Do you want to bail?" Jeremy asked hopefully.

Damon arched an eyebrow. "After all the effort it took to get here, you want to cut out early?"

"Are you honestly having a good time?"

Damon shrugged, "I've had worse nights."

"Wow. What a ringing endorsement." Jeremy deadpanned.

Damon grinned and leaned closer to kiss Jeremy. Before he could, someone kicked the back of Jeremy's chair. Jeremy turned around, scowling.

"Cocksuckers," John Anderson muttered.

"Really original, Anderson. Like I haven't heard that one before." Jeremy said, refusing to rise to the bait. Damon half-rose out of his chair, but Jeremy grabbed his arm. "Don't, Day. He's not worth it."

"That the asshole whose nose you broke?" Damon asked, his eyes still on Anderson's back as the bully walked back to his own table.

"Not telling."

"C'mon, babe," Damon wheedled. "I won't hurt him…much. I'll just let him know exactly who he's fucking with."

Jeremy snorted, "Not a chance."

Whatever Damon was going to say next was cut off by the music coming on rather abruptly. All of Jeremy's classmates flooded the dance floor.

"You want to?" Damon grinned.

"Are you kidding? I hate dancing."

"You danced with Bonnie last year."

"Because Elena made me."

"I could make you," Damon smirked evilly. His fingers brushed across Jeremy's wrist. "You aren't wearing vervain."

"You wouldn't dare."

Damon shrugged. "You're right. I wouldn't. But I'd make it worth your while."

"Honestly, Day, I just want to leave."

Damon frowned, but he pushed his chair back and reached for Jeremy's hand. He pulled his boyfriend to his feet and led him through the maze of tables and outside into the cool spring night.

They walked to the car quietly and Jeremy didn't say anything for the whole drive back to the boardinghouse. Damon parked the Camaro and followed Jeremy into the house, watching apprehensively as the teenager poured himself a drink and downed it quickly.

"Jer," Damon asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Babe." Damon said, his tone skeptical.

"It doesn't matter, Damon."

Damon shrugged out of his jacket draping it across the back of the couch, waiting for Jeremy to say more. He knew that he would, it was just a matter of patience. Damon fixed his own drink and sat next to Jeremy.

"It's just…we don't need that. We're different. Better. Prom is for the people who want to spend the rest of their lives remembering how great high school was. I hate that school and all those people, so why the fuck would I want to spend a whole night with them when I'd rather be with you? I should have said it to Jenna, but she was crying and I've put her through enough shit, with the drugs and the lies and nearly failing out."

Damon wrapped his arm around Jeremy's shoulders. "I wish you'd told me that sooner. We could have come up with an excuse not to go."

Jeremy shrugged. "I'm just tired of people judging me. I mean, who gives a fuck if I don't want to go to college or I like art better than sports or I want to dance with my boyfriend? It's not anybody's business."

Damon smirked. "So you did want to dance?"

"It was just a hypothetical example." Jeremy insisted. Damon stood up, grabbing Jeremy's hands and pulling him to his feet.

"C'mere," Damon said.

Jeremy resisted for a moment, before letting Damon pull him close, Damon's arm slipping around his waist and their fingers lacing together.

"This is weird without music," Jeremy smirked.

"Shut up," Damon rolled his eyes, but let go of Jeremy to go fiddle with the iPod dock in the corner. "Better?" he asked, after finding a song.

Jeremy grinned, "I dunno. Now I feel like we belong in a cheesy romantic comedy."

"Stop being such a pain in the ass," Damon said, pulling Jeremy towards him again.

The fronts of their thighs brushed together as they revolved slowly on the spot, and Jeremy felt himself relaxing, letting go of the irritation and the frustration he felt whenever he was forced to interact with his peers. He rested his forehead against Damon's, his eyes closed, just listening to their favorite song and Damon's steady breathing.

"Love you." Jeremy said quietly.

"I know. I'm awesome."

Jeremy laughed, and pulled Damon closer. "Thank you. This is nice."

"Wow, what a ringing endorsement," Damon teased and they both laughed.