Hey, I wanted to have at least one of them run for Prom Queen.

Popular kids tend to run a campaign to become prom royalty, that's a thing. That's why no one looks up when the quarterback decides to run for prom queen. There's only one thing they're wondering: who's the king?

"Okay, who is it?" Santana is the first one to actually ask Brittany.

"Who's what?"

"Who's your king?" Santana asks. She still hasn't found an accompanying prom king poster.

"Oh, no one," Brittany says happily, and Santana is confused. It must've shown, because Brittany elaborates: "I'm assuming you're talking about the prom thing? Well, Kurt helped me out with designing the posters, but he's not my king. He only helped me under the condition that I wouldn't steal his date during prom, so he doesn't want to be my king anyway."

"But you're supposed to have a king."

"Am I? Rulebook doesn't say," Brittany winks, "I don't need a king to win. Now, if you excuse me, I have to find my campaign manager."

Kurt's been back at McKinley for a week, so he's surprised it took Santana seven whole days to finally ambush him, no matter the subject.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Hello Santana, I've been waiting for you," Kurt says happily. He's too cheerful, but Santana doesn't scare him anymore. Over the past few months, he's gotten to know Santana like no other. Santana might pretend they're not friends, but Kurt doesn't feel the need to pretend. Santana's his friend, maybe even one of his best friends. Period.

"Why are you helping Brittany run for prom queen?" Santana asks, "And she has no king!"

"Brittany doesn't need a king, Santana," Kurt says, "But do I detect a little bit of jealousy? My, my, Santana Lopez is jealous of a non-existing king."

Santana turns a bit red, which is something Kurt never expected from Santana. Santana and embarrassment don't add up together, at least until today. "Santana, do you have a date for prom?"

Santana turns even redder.

It's kind of endearing.

Not that Kurt would tell her that. He'd rather exit this room alive and well.

"Okay, you got me. Several guys asked me, but I turned them all down," Santana admits, "I'm pretending I'm too good for them, but honestly, I just want to go with Brittany."

"I'm going with Blaine. You can go with Brittany. Oh! We could double-date!" Kurt claps his hands, but Santana shakes her head.

"Look Kurt, the evil has been defeated for now. You're back at McKinley after Karofsky backed down, you're welcome, and you're showing off your gay ass to everyone. No one has burned a gay flag yet, but…" she trails off, looking nervous.

"You're not ready," Kurt says, and Santana nods.

"Honestly, I don't think I ever will. I'm not like you, Kurt," Santana says, "Like I said, you don't back down. At Dalton, you've grown more confident and you've brought that new-found confidence with you to McKinley. It's as if even the bullies know they shouldn't mess with you."

"Maybe you should transfer to Crawford for a couple of weeks," Kurt jokes, but Santana doesn't crack a smile.

"In all honesty, I know you might not want to hear me say "It get's better" again. I know you might want it to be better, but it's not. All I can do is wait, and all you can do is work on it. Just know that I'll be there waiting for you and I'll be there to help you. I can even ask Blaine if you need more people to talk to, and we could involve Brittany. You're not alone, and I know that's another overdone quote, but "It get's better" and "You're not alone" are overdone with a reason. It's because they're true and that's why people keep saying them."

It's silent for a while. Santana is deep in thought and Kurt's waiting for her to talk about it.

She does eventually.

"I want to be her king! Or queen, preferably. I want to be her prom queen."

Kurt smiles softly.

"I just want to be able to go to prom with the girl I love. I want to hold her hand. I want to have her pressed against me as we dance. I want her," Santana says.

"Well, who knows?"

Brittany doesn't need a king.

That's what she told her parents as well. Brianna is on a break, so she's back with dad in Lima. Even though Brittany hasn't missed the constant admiration for her sister, it's actually quite nice having the family back together. Her parents were very excited when Brittany told her about prom queen.

"You're the quarterback and soon, you'll be prom queen as well!" Pierce says proudly, as if he's forgotten that Brittany has tough competition. Quinn is one of them. They were on the brink of a so called "cat fight", but they came to the conclusion that they'd rather stay friends and support each other.

"I still think it's weird you have no king, Brittany. I know you and, uhm, Artie broke up, but you said he asked you to prom. Why didn't you say yes? Artie might get votes since he's in a wheelchair. You two can win!"

"Mom, I said it before, I don't need a king" or queen "to win."

"Well I think it's wonderful," Brianna says, and Brittany does a double take. Did her sister just compliment her? "Who needs a king when they can watch the queen conquer? Brit-Brit, you're going stag, and you don't care about the guy who will win prom king. You don't need a man."

"Oh sweetheart, if you're so sure about it," Whitney kisses Brittany's head, "We'll root for you either way. Oh dear lord, people will probably spread rumours saying you're a lesbian, but just ignore those."

Brittany pulls away. "What?"

"Brittany, you're a young, attractive, sport-orientated woman, running for prom queen without a man. People will start talking."

"Let them talk," Brittany shrugs.

Pierce looks unsure. "So you don't mind people thinking you're gay?"

Brittany shakes her head.

"Then yeah, let them talk."

Brianna starts talking about dinner and that's that. Brittany excuses herself and goes upstairs. In her room, she falls back on her bed and she starts to think. She really doesn't think it's a bad thing people will think she's gay.

Brittany wonders if she is.

She's been so busy with football, glee, and Santana that she barely had time to think about it. The thought of bisexuality had crossed her mind, but it was in the middle of practise and when Artie ran into Finn with his wheelchair, all her attention went to that.

She did like Artie. She liked being with him.

But she already told Santana she loved her.

So what if she's bicurious?

She made a promise with Santana not to talk about what happened between them, but maybe she should break that promise. After all, she's almost completely over Artie and she definitely does not want him back. And after all, Santana is still there.

But what is she supposed to do? She can't just call her up and say: "Hey, random question, but I think I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual, so are you a lesbian?"

Santana doesn't have a date to prom yet.

Brittany doesn't need a king, or queen, but who says she doesn't need a date after all?