"Santana got nominated for Prom Queen!" Rachel squealed as they entered the house. Leroy and Hiram cheered.
"I was nominated last year, but I didn't win. I probably won't win this year either." Santana said softly. Rachel glared.
"Stop that. Yes you will." she said.
"Yes, San. Have faith." Leroy said, hugging the Latina. Santana smiled.
"You think I have a chance?" she asked.
"You're Santana Lopez. Of course you have a chance." Rachel said, kissing her before bouncing upstairs. Santana smiled as she followed.
"Anit-prom party?" Santana repeated as Rachel finished her announcement the next day. Rachel nodded. "Okay, let's just talk about what this really is about: Rachel Berry isn't getting her way, so she's punishing the rest of us."
"Santana!" Rachel exclaimed. The Latina stood up and walked toward her girlfriend.
"Rae, stop acting like your fine and deal with your crap. Look, you choked at your big audition. I get it. I'm sorry. But it happens. And I understand that you're pissed off at the universe, but imploding on one of the last nights that we have to spend together because basically you're just not in the mood to dance is maybe the pettiest thing you have ever done. So have fun at your "I'm a victim" party, acting like you're not some selfish, self-centered, wannabe diva from hell, because me? I'm gonna be at my senior prom, with my friends, wishing that my girlfriend was there." she said, turning around and walking out of the choir room.
"Can we talk?" Rachel asked, walking up to Santana in the hallway.
"Are you cancelling the anti-prom?" Santana asked. Rachel shook her head. "Then what is there to talk about? Obviously we don't need plan anything for Saturday night."
"You called me selfish and self-centered." Rachel said. Santana sighed.
"Because that's how you're acting, Rachel! You didn't even talk to me about this beforehand! I had the entire evening planned out and now its all ruined." she said.
"Look, I'm sorry. I just don't want to go to prom." Rachel said. Santana shook her head.
"Rachel, this is probably the last night we'll get to spend with all of our friends as high school students just having fun. Why would you want to skip that?" she asked. Rachel sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for calling your selfish and self-centered and a wannabe diva from hell. Have fun at your party of three. But I'm going to prom."
"I never said you had to skip." Rachel pointed out. Santana sighed deeply before kissing Rachel's cheek.
"I have to go." she said, walking off.
"Hey, I'm leaving." Santana said, entering Rachel's room. The diva looked up and gasped.
"Tana, you look beautiful." she whispered, standing up. Santana blushed and looked away. "You will be the most beautiful girl there."
"Not if you come with me." Santana said, grabbing Rachel's hand. The diva smiled sadly. "Fine. Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow, I'm crashing at Brittany's." she said.
"You can come by after the prom ends." Rachel pointed out.
"I can't. I already promised B and Quinn." Santana said, kissing Rachel softly. "I love you."
"I love you too, Santana." Rachel said as her girlfriend left.
"I can't believe Rachel didn't show." Santana said as she got ready for her song. Brittany shrugged.
"She said she wasn't going to." the blonde said.
"Yea, I know, but she doesn't always say what she means."
"Maybe she'll end up showing." Brittany said. Santana shook her head.
"I doubt it. Come on, its our turn." Santana said, getting on the stage.
It's been said and done
Every beautiful thought's been already sung
And I guess right now here's another one
So your melody, will play on and on, with best of 'um
You are beautiful
Like a dream come alive, incredible
A centerfold, miracle, lyrical
You saved my life again, and I want you to know Baby
I, I love you like a love song Baby
I, I love you like a love song Baby
I, I love you like a love song Baby
And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat (oh-oh)
Santana turned her head as Brittany tapped her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. Brittany pointed in a direction, causing Santana to look toward the entrance only to see Rachel, entering with Kurt and Blaine, smiling up at the Latina when they made eye contact. Surprised, Santana made her way toward Rachel, continuing to sing.
I, I love you like a love song Baby (oh-oh)
I, I love you like a love song Baby (oh-oh)
I, I love you like a love song Baby
And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat
Smiling, she pulled Rachel into her with her free arm, holding the microphone in one hand. Rachel smiled up at the Latina, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's neck.
Constantly, girl played through my mind like a symphony
There's no way to describe what you do to me
You just do to me, what you do
And it feels like I've been rescued
I've been set free
I am hypnotized, by your destiny
You are magical, lyrical, beautiful
You are, and I want you to know Baby
I, I love you like a love song Baby
I, I love you like a love song Baby
I, I love you like a love song Baby
And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat
I, I love you like a love song Baby (love song baby)
I, I love you like a love song Baby (love song baby)
I, I love you like a love song Baby (I love you, I love you)
And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat (like a love song)
Santana pulled Rachel on the stage and continued dancing with her.
No one compares, you stand alone
To every record I own
Music to my heart, that's what you are
A song that goes on and on
I, I love you like a love song Baby
I, I love you like a love song Baby
(I love you) I, I love you like a love song Baby (I love you)
(like a love song)
And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat
(like a love song)
I, I love you like a love song Baby (love song baby)
I, I love you like a love song Baby (love song baby)
I, I love you like a love song Baby (I love you)
I love you, like a love song
Rachel clapped as the song ended, following Santana as the Latina led her to a vacant area. "What are you doing here?" Santana asked.
"Quinn texted me and told me how... upset you were that I hadn't come and I started thinking about how my decision affected you. It wasn't fair of me. I shouldn't have done that to you and I'm sorry." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"That, Rachel Berry, might be the most unselfish thing you have ever said or done." she whispered, kissing the diva.
"I couldn't miss you being crowned Queen." Rachel replied. Santana blushed. "And you will, I know it. After everything that's happened this year, people finally know that you're human and you do have feelings."
"Shut up." Santana said, pulling Rachel into her body. "Speaking of that, I have to go count votes with Quinn. I'll come find you as soon as I'm done, I promise." she said, leaving after recieving a kiss.
"My count for Queen is the same as yours... I won." Quinn whispered. Santana nodded.
"Congrats." she said, smiling at her friend.
"I don't want it. Don't you think we should end high school doing something... nice?" the blonde asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What's the one thing Rachel has always wanted?" Quinn asked.
"Broadway."
"Okay, wanted but never voiced." Santana bit her lip.
"To be voted Prom Queen. She doesn't know that I know that, but I found her staring at my Homecoming Queen crown the other day and then she tried it on and said 'Your 2012 Senior Prom Queen is... Ms. Rachel Berry.' Then she scoffed, put it back, and left my room. It was really heartbreaking." she whispered. Quinn nodded. "But... Everyone will know that I had something to do with it."
"Nobody knows we're counting the votes." Quinn pointed out.
"Rachel does."
"So, we'll make sure everyone in glee sticks to the story." Quinn said. Santana nodded.
"She deserves it." she said, smiling at her friend. "Let's do it."
"Your 2012 Senior Prom King is... Mr. Finn Hudson." Finn walked over to recieve his crown and wait to hear who would be Queen. "And your 2012 Prom Queen..." Santana and Quinn shared a smile. "With the most write-in votes, Ms. Rachel Berry." Rachel looked up in shock as Mercedes and Kurt led her to the stage. "Mr. Kurt Hummel will crown you and will also place the traditional Queen necklace on you." Rachel looked over at Santana, who winked at her, before turning around.
"Actually, if its all right with Kurt, I'd like to do that part." Santana spoke up, looking at Kurt for confirmation.
"Of course." he said, handing her the necklace before placing the crown on Rachel's head.
"Just breathe." Santana whispered, kissing just under her girlfriend's ear before clasping the necklace, placing a kiss on her neck.
"But this is supposed to be you." Rachel whispered. Santana smiled.
"You're apart of me. In a way, it is me." she said.
"I'd like to abdicate my title." Finn said, taking off the crown.
"What?" everyone on stage said.
"I'd like to give it to Santana Lopez. She deserves to have that dance with her girlfriend." he said. Santana looked at him. "Unless that offends you." he said, quickly backtracking. Santana smiled and hugged him.
"Thank you." she whispered, pulling back to have the crown on her head before looking at Rachel, holding out her hand. "May I have this dance, my Queen?" she asked. Rachel smiled.
"Of course." she said, allowing her self to be lead to the floor before voicing her concern. "Is this some kind of joke?" she whispered.
"Of course not. You're beautiful and sexy and talented and apparently everyone sees exactly what I do when I look at you and that is pure awesomeness. You deserve to win, Rachel." Santana said.
"I already won the best prize of all." Rachel said, leaning into Santana. "Love."
"I love you too." Santana said, kissing the top of her head.
"So, did you win Queen?" Leroy asked when he heard the front door open and heels clacking through the house.
"Yea, I did." Rachel said, smiling as she entered the kitchen. Her fahters looked up in shock.
"But you... Were you nominated?" Hiram asked. Rachel shook her head.
"She won by write-in votes. I counted them myself and Quinn double-checked for me. She definitely won." Santana said.
"And Santana was my King." Rachel said, looking up at her girlfriend lovingly. Santana grinned and nodded, kissing the diva.
"We're happy for you both." Leroy said. Santana blushed. "And not just because of that. Not many people find their soulmates in high school. You two are one of the few couples that do."
"Soulmates?" Santana whispered. The men nodded. "You're my soulmate." the Latina said, looking down at Rachel.
"And you're mine." Rachel said, kissing Santana. "I'm tired. Can we go to bed?"
"Of course, my Queen." Santana teased, following the diva upstairs.