I cannot believe that I forgot about this! I loved this twist but hated it bc poor Kurt! If I was him (which I almost was), I would have had many choice words for the voters. But I would've loved the tiara. ;)

Chapter 19- Prom Queen


Kurt appraised Blaine with a small smile. "Let's go back in there."

Blaine didn't take his hand like Kurt expected him to. Kurt chalked it down to Blaine's Sadie Hawkins experience, but this wasn't his battle. This was Kurt's hill to climb and he wanted Blaine with him. Blaine slipped back into the gymnasium and Kurt followed, taking a deep breath to ground him. He felt the blood pound in his head and took his steps, one foot systematically moving in front of the other.

"You can do this Kurt," Kurt whispered to himself as he re-entered the gym.

Principal Figgins looked at him sympathetically as he took the stage. Santana rubbed his shoulder gently and Quinn looked apathetic. Kurt wanted to roll his eyes at her. She had been so obsessed with her campaign lately that she had been a shell of herself. Kurt absent-mindedly hummed Katy Perry at somebody put the crown on his head.

Of all the times that Kurt Hummel pictured himself fabulously dressed looking out into the bright lights and an audience, this was probably the one he would have put last on the list of 'Most Likely To Actually Happen'. Even before that would be him playing Elphaba on Broadway.

Kurt channelled his inner diva and thought of Cady Heron and all the things he would have said if he were her. He knew that everybody expected a speech. That was why that were looking at him intensely, some smirking and some were looking sad. Kurt wanted to scoff at them. It was mainly Rachel and Mercedes, but still. Brittany smiled at him, knowing the scope of the situation. You could say a lot of things about Brittany Pierce, but you could never say that she was oblivious.

"Being Prom Queen is something I would have never expected in my entire life. Mainly because I'm a boy, but that's beside the point.

"I know that this little gesture was supposed to hurt me. But, really, you gave me a tiara and a fairy godmother wand. This is amazing. I mean, I haven't even been here for most of this year and I'm still popular enough to be in the forefront of your mind. If I got enough votes to beat Lauren, Quinn and Santana, you must all love me a lot."

There were a few laughs and Kurt caught the supportive gazes of his friends. Sam gave him a thumbs up. Blaine…well, Kurt had absolutely no clue as to where Blaine was.

"But if I was looking at this impartially, this is the biggest act of ignorance I have ever experienced. And I've had my car vandalised, countless slushy facials and more locker shoves than I care to admit. But this, public humiliation, is rare. Even being tied to the flagpole in middle school was less embarrassing. Because I was still being myself.

"You all have emasculated me in ways that I thought beyond even the prejudices of this school. And I transferred because of everything that happened here. But I came back, thinking that everything was fine and that you had all evolved from the primordial oozes you were. How wrong was I?"

Kurt scoffed to himself. "You all know that Prom Queen should have been Santana Lopez, don't you? Her running mate won, yet you thought that proving a point was more important than deciding who you wanted to represent our class in the Prom Court." Kurt laughed to himself, thinking about the irony of Karofsky getting crowned King. He glanced at the boy, who smiled before looking apologetic. Kurt wondered absently if he was in on this little game.

"But I'll sleep tonight knowing that I am so much better than all of you who wrote me in. Not in an arrogant way, of course, but morally. Well, and also in an arrogant way. You'll see when I'm famous, I promise you."

Santana whistled her appreciation.

"So, now, that I'm your Queen for the next year, you're going to let me sing something. And, yes, this is a girl's song. Because only women truly appreciate class. Santana, Britt-Britt?"

The devil in the red dress smirked and waved Brittany up to the stage. The rest of the kings and queens made way for the performance as the music started. Those who recognised it smirked and those who didn't frowned curiously.

Kurt stepped up and began to sing with Brittany and Santana provided the backing vocals.

There's only two types of people in the world
The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe
Well baby I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl
Don't like the backseat, gotta be first (oh, oh)

I'm like the ringleader
I call the shots (call the shots)
I'm like a firecracker
I make it hot
When I put on a show

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins (hah, hah, hah)
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break (hah, hah, hah)
I'm like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage (hah, hah, hah)
Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same (hah, hah, hah)

All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Don't stand there watching me, follow me
Show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho)

There's only two types of guys out there,
Ones that can hang with me, and ones that are scared
So baby I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship, so beware

I'm like a ring leader,
I call the shots (call the shots)
I'm like a fire cracker,
I make it hot
When I put on a show.

Let's go..(ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Let me see what you can do..(ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
I'm running this.
Yeah, like what..?

All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Don't stand there watching me, follow me
Show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Don't stand there watching me, follow me
Show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho)

Kurt shot his hand straight up into the air and looked into the crowd, most of whom began to clap. Some didn't, unsurprisingly. Kurt smirked at the cheering crowd and said six words which encapsulated his feelings.

"Eat your heart out, Kate Middleton."