Saturday: Prom Day

Makeup. Check.

Shoes. Check.

Dress. Check.

Optimistic Attitude. Check.

"The night of all nights!" Rachel sang (completely in tune of course) and danced around her room, pulling on clothing and putting on makeup. "Prom night! Prom night! Prom night!" she chirped, heading downstairs to meet Jesse and leave.


"So, Tubby Tabby, what do you think?" Brittany spun, showing off her dress for Lord Tubbington. She rolled her eyes after a moment. "Uh, duh, of course I look hot, silly kitty."

She giggled, petting her cat on the way out the door.


"Oh come on! It's been like ten hours! Just take out your curlers and let your hair flow naturally closet case!"

"I am coming Satan! God, have some patience!"

"Aren't chicks supposed to be the ones that take forever to get ready? Huh, guess I know who wears the pants in you and Blondie's relationship then!"

Dave growled, grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.


"Ta-da!" Kurt spun in front of Finn, the only one still here. Their parents had decided to actually take that mini-vacation, regardless of them not using the house for a prom.

"Yeah, you look great." he grumbled, glumly tugging at his jacket. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"God Finn, I am just done with your drama. Oh no! Rachel and Quinn aren't here to fight over you anymore! Find a new girl." he huffed, "Now come on." he tugged the giant out the door and headed to pick Blaine up.


1, 2, 3

Not only you and me

Got one eighty degrees

And I'm caught in between

Countin' 1, 2, 3

Peter, Paul, and Mary

Gettin' down with 3P

Everybody loves...ooo...countin'

"I kind of wish that the glee club had agreed to sing at the prom." Kurt sniffed. Blaine chuckled.

"Why, because of the dj?" he questioned, although he knew the answer.

"Because of the dj." Kurt agreed. Santana stormed over, eyes on fire, and Brittany tugged behind her.

"Is it possible to grind with my girlfriend without the male population wolf whistling?" she asked rhetorically. Kurt gave her a look.

"I think that has an obvious answer." he voiced the previously unspoken answer. Santana huffed. Finn soon lumbered over as well.

"Kurt." he whined, "Can I just go home now? You said I had to go to prom, and now I did, and I'm the king, but I just want to go home now! Blaine has a car, he can take you home!" Finn pointed out. "This prom sucks!" Kurt narrowed his eyes at him, and Blaine took this as a signal to intervene.

"Finn, why don't you stay just one more hour, than we can-"

"No." Kurt stated suddenly, surprising them all, "How about we do go home?" he asked the table at large, Blaine, Santana, Brittany, and Finn. "We do still have all the party planning things from the faux prom, why not set it up? It's only eight. There are still a few hours left to prom night."

Santana whooped.

"Alright! Party at Hummel's!" she declared, flipping her phone out and texting the New Directions at large.


"Puck! Sam! Careful on those ladders, they are old! Finn, the table goes on the other side of the yard, so that it does not block the door! Dave and Azimio! If you two do not get your butts off those chairs, and actually start putting them where they belong then I'm going to kick you out!"

"Kurt, sweetie, the whole point of us leaving McKinley was so that we could go to a prom that was actually fun. It isn't fun when you are yelling at everyone." Blaine said gently, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt sighed.

"Yes, well, if McKinley can't throw a good prom, then I sure as hell can." he said. "FINN! THE OTHER SIDE OF THE YARD! Jesse! Stop giggling over there and go help him! God!" Blaine chuckled into his neck, kissing gently.

"Kurt, be nice." he warned. Kurt huffed, and opened his mouth as he spotted something else to complain about. Blaine clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Hey, you guys, why don't we turn on the lights now?" he called. Kurt's objections were muffled as he attempted to struggle out of Blaine's hold, probably to tell them that they weren't straight or something.

It didn't matter. After a few seconds, the hanging lanterns were lit and the backyard glowed. The makeshift stage on their patio was created, food and drinks were placed, and a dance floor marked.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Hudmel's Best Junior Prom EVER!"


At last
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song

"Artie, I love spending time with you." Quinn leaned her head against his head, sitting in his lap. They watched the others dance, sometimes going out for a spin of their own.

"Even though I couldn't get you your prom queen crown?" he asked jokingly, but Quinn obviously took it seriously. She pulled back, eyeing his carefully.

"You're worth more than some stupid piece of plastic." Quinn declared quietly and Artie glanced at her before glancing away. She raised an eyebrow, seeing the red spread from his ears to the front of his face, "Are you blushing?!" she squealed and Artie turned back to her, rolling his eyes. He was still blushing though.

"Oh hush you!" he kissed her nose, causing her to giggle. Then, she stood and motioned for him to follow her to the dance floor.


"Hey...excuse me?"

Finn glanced behind him, surprised.

"Uh, I'm just curious, what's going on over here?" the girl asked. Finn nodded at the party.

"My brother's gay and he wanted a gay prom." he said, then nearly kicked himself, "Well, I mean, not a gay prom, just a prom where he could be gay...not that he is just gay sometimes! Because he's gay all the time! I mean-"

"Oh really? My cousin just came out at the last family reunion." the girl cut him off, holding out a hand with a smile. "I'm Lizzie. Me and my family just moved in next door." Finn grinned, shaking her hand.

"Finn Hudson. My family's been here awhile." he glanced behind him at the party, "Hey, you want to come dance?" he asked excitedly. The girl giggled, but took his outstretched hand and followed him to the floor.


I don't know how you do what you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life,
with you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do,
Baby I'm amazed by you.

"Come on now. I got to dance to at least one slow song or I'll hear about it later." Azimio sighed, holding his hand out to Mercedes. She raised an eyebrow at him, but sighed.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Just like it wouldn't have hurt you to ask nicely instead of making it seem like a chore to dance with me." Mercedes grumbled. Azimio frowned, pausing on his way to the dance floor.

"Hey...Merci, come on. You know it's not a chore to dance with you." Azimio snorted. "If anything, it's a chore for you to dance with me. I mean, come on, have you seen me try and dance?" he questioned. Mercedes laughed.

"True, true. Perhaps, we just shouldn't?" she smirked at him, tauntingly heading back to the table.

"Ah ah ah!" he objected, pulling her into his arms. She smiled, but made sure he couldn't see it. Just because he would be a jerk about it.

After a few moments of silence, "I got what I wanted." Mercedes realized, and Azimio glanced down at her, seeing her content smile on display now. He raised an eyebrow.

"You wanna explain that woman?" he asked. She moved her eyes to him, but didn't move her chin from his chest.

"I just wanted to have a Prince Charming to my Cinderella to dance with at prom and to call me beautiful, for just one night, and yeah, I didn't expect my prom to be in the Hummel's backyard or my Prince Charming to be a jerky slob, but I can make it work." she decided, teasing obvious. Azimio grinned.

"Yeah, well I didn't expect to get what I wanted either, the most beautiful girl in all of McKinley." he said cheekily. She laughed.

"Oh, you little suck up." she declared.

But, not like she was complaining.


Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight.

The floor had not been cleared of Jesse and Rachel since before the music started, and it was probably because they had been banned from singing and forced to instead just enjoy dancing together.

"Oh, I just love the classics." Rachel hummed into Jesse's chest, swaying to the beat. Jesse nodded his agreement.

"Frank Sinatra is one of the biggest classics." he agreed before they lapsed back into silence for a few moments.

"Jesse." Rachel pulled away slightly to look up to him. He nodded attentively, "I'm really happy you came back." she said shyly, before burying her face back into his chest. Jesse's chuckle shook through her.

"Rachel Berry are you blushing?" she groaned. "I'm really happy I came back too. But I'm even more happy you gave me another chance. I promise I won't need a third one." he declared. Rachel grinned.

"I know." she whispered, and they continued to sway.


Maybe I'm amazed at the way
You're with me all the time.
Maybe I'm afraid of the way leave you.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song,
Right me when I'm wrong.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.
Yeah.

"Never expected this..." Dave said, spinning Sam around easily. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think that anyone expected to be chilling in the Hudmel's backyard on prom night, having more fun than the majority of McKinley." Sam agreed. Dave shook his head.

"Not what I meant. I meant, I never expected to be accepted for who I was...and have a boyfriend...and be happy." Dave shook his head again, obviously stunned at this new revelation. Sam smiled fondly.

"Well all that's true, plus a boyfriend who loves you!" Sam chirped happily, spinning Dave around easily.


A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime,
For a moment like this
Some people search forever,
For that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime,
For a moment like this

"Come on Tana! Come dance with me!" Santana was tugged on to the dance floor and she smiled fondly down at the blond who instantly buried herself in Santana's arms.

They danced quietly for a few moments, before Santana decided to break the silence.

"Britt Britt...you know I love you right?" Santana asked quietly. Brittany leaned back, content smile on her face.

"Of course. And I've always loved you Sanny." she said simply, snuggling back into the crook of Santana's neck.


"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Kurt tapped on the microphone, "Now you see, we did, in fact, pick up crowns for this little prom of ours, although we didn't think we'd use them. But, the votes have been cast, and the Hudmel's First Annual Faux Prom King and Queen are...drum roll please."

A couple of hand slaps against the table courtesy of Finn, causing Lizzie to giggle and hold on to his arm tighter.

"King Dave and Queen Santana!"

Santana grinned, leaning into a deep bow, before pulling the amused Dave to his feet and up to accept their crowns. Then, she tugged him to the dance floor.

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen.

"Well, you got your prom queen crown." Dave sighed, dancing alongside Santana, who smirked up at him. "Although I don't think this is quite the way you imagined it."

"No, it's better." At Dave's questioning look, she shrugged, "Hey, I was chosen by my friends alone, which means that they love me, and I'm fine with just that." she explained.

"Aww," Dave cooed, "Look at that, Satan does have a heart!" he teased. She scoffed.

"Shut up. You tell anyone that and I'll make sure you and pretty boy only have one penis between the two of you." she threatened. Dave rolled his eyes, simply pulling her in tighter to dance.


I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

"I can honestly say that I did not have so much support from my friends with this prom thing. Plus, I mean, even though it didn't have any effect, those ten thousand signatures...from Lima and from other places? That's amazing. That makes me so hopeful for the future." Kurt murmured into Blaine's shoulder.

"Doesn't it?" Blaine hummed, breathing in Kurt. "We have amazing friends...and I am the luckiest man alive." he kissed Kurt's neck, causing the other to grin and squirm closer.

"And why is that?" Kurt questioned teasingly. Blaine looked at him, totally earnest.

"Because I have you."


R & R (for the last time). It's over and I can't believe it. There are some loose ends, but that's what your imagination is for. Blaine and his Dad? The school's homophobia? The future of some of the couples? Who knows. I just want to say, thank you for the four or five people who reviewed this chapter by chapter, you know who you are. I also want to thank those who have yet to read this and will review. All the fans of this. It was a pleasure writing and a pleasure getting your feedback. I LOVE YOU! BYE BYE!