"I've been to Ann Taylor Loft, Filene's Basement, and like six Forever 21s and I cannot find a dress that fits. I'm gonna be forced to make my own dress for prom," Lauren whined as she walked into the choir room with some of the other girls.

"Don't, it makes you look poor," Brittany advised.

"You're up for Queen, you can't make your own prom dress. I've had a hard time finding a dress that fits over my massive jugs and hides my little situation and also doesn't look like a tent, but I'm confident I'll find something and you will too. Prom is like our Oscars, it's seriously the most important night of our lives," Santana said.

"We're not getting married," the larger girl replied, rolling her eyes. Santana could be so dramatic sometimes. But maybe this would be the most important night of her life. She was going to be a teenage mother now, she wasn't sure if she was ever going to get married, if she'd ever look this hot again, or if she'd be able to get away with wearing white if someone did end up wanting to marry her. So, maybe this was it for her.

"Oh, you can get married as many times as you want, you only have one shot at your Junior Prom," Quinn added from her seat above them.

"What are you guys talking about?" Mercedes asked as she joined the others in the room.

"Prom dresses," Lauren said.

"Thank God I don't have to worry about that, I'm not going," Mercedes said, trying to act as if she was okay about it.

"Why not?" Lauren asked.

"Because nobody's asked me."

The other girls felt bad for Mercedes, even Santana, and Rachel was about to say something when Mr. Schue came in and told them they would be the entertainment at the prom. Everyone was excited about it, especially Santana. She was now in her second trimester and the spotting wasn't a concern anymore, and she had the energy to dance, but she didn't want to dance with Karofsky more than she had to. He was turning out to be a decent person and they had fun together, but she really wanted to dance with Sam. Fortunately, prom was less than a week away now and they'd be able to end their arrangement soon if all went well. All this prom talk made Mercedes even more depressed, and she stormed out of the classroom. It was Rachel who went after her, she had a plan.

"Is this a surprise party or something because my birthday was last week?" Sam asked as Rachel led him into the auditorium.

"It was? Um, no. Mercedes and I have a proposition for you," she explained.

"We were wondering if you wanted to go to prom with us?" the other girl asked.

"Kind of like a three way date but not the dirty kind."

"That sounds great, but I can't afford to take one girl to the prom, I don't know how I'm going to take two. What's this?" He asked as Rachel slipped a twenty into his hands.

"It's our prom budget."

"You're gonna have to borrow a suit from your dad, and we're gonna buy five dollar dresses down at Goodwill and make our own corsages with flowers from my mom's garden," Mercedes explained.

"We can walk to prom and use what's left to get the $8.99 all you can eat pasta special at Breadstix. But the twenty dollars, it's not charity, it's a loan," Rachel added.

"So will you come with us?"

"It would be an honor," Sam smiled.

Meanwhile in an empty classroom, Tina, Brittany, Lauren, and Santana were trying on their prom dresses for Kurt. Tina and Brittany had already found the perfect dresses for the personalities and now it was Lauren's turn. The poor girl really did have a hard time finding a dress, and came out in a hideous ruffled yellow number.

"I look like a lemon meringue pie," she whined.

"I think you look delicious," Brittany mused.

"Don't despair. Nobody bigger than a size two looks good in a prom dress. They're practically designed to make us look awkward. I think the color is wrong, let's try navy. It's chic and slimming!" Kurt explained, earning nods of agreement from Tina and Brittany. Santana came out from behind the privacy partition next, looking ravishing in a dress that she made Karofksy buy for her. Her parents had cut her off, so she couldn't afford one, and as mean as she could be, she cared about Sam's family and wasn't going to have them pay for one, if they could afford one, that is.

"Devil in a red dress," Kurt said dreamily. "Your boobs look awesome and you can't even see your baby bump. Not that you have one or anything," he clarified after Santana put her hands on her stomach and looked paranoid. "I have no criticisms. Go with God, Satan...Santana! Now if you ladies will excuse me, I have to pull options for my own prom outfit."

"Wait, so you're going? Stag? That's just tragic," the pregnant girl said.

"Yes, I'm going. And not alone, with Blaine," he announced earning cheers from Brittany, Tina, and Lauren.

"Ladies, if you'll excuse me, I have a private fashion question for Kurt," Santana said, pulling him to the other side of the room. "So Kurt, I think you need a full security detail which the Bully Whips and I would be more than happy to provide you with/ You know like the Hells Angels when the Rolling Stones performed at Altamont Speedway. I think that went off without a hitch."

"And why would you do that?" Kurt asked sceptically.

"Because I'll get sympathy votes for Prom Queen. I'll be like the Law and Order Eva Peron candidate. Stretch Marks and Grimace won't stand a chance," she explained honestly. "Seriously though, is this dress okay or do I look all knocked up and shit?"

"You look hot, red is definitely your color, but I'm walking away from you now," Kurt said before leaving the room.

The rest of the week, Santana and Karofsky made sure to look out for Kurt very visibly and loudly. It was very over the top, but Kurt put up with it because he thought it was actually kind of funny, and Santana was confident that they were shoe-ins for King and Queen.

Finally it was prom night, and both teens were getting ready in the cramped hotel room. Mrs. Evans was helping Santana get ready in the bathroom while Mr. Evans was helping his son in the bedroom/living room/kitchen. Fortunately Santana had always been great at doing her own hair and make-up, so she didn't have to worry about figuring out how to pay someone to do it, but the Evans' were so sweet and she was beginning to feel really guilty about going to prom with Karofsky. Of course they had to lie about it too, and pretend they were going together, which she hated. She was really starting to regret her plan. She was angry and desperate when she came up with it, and she just really hoped that it would work. It actually made her feel better that Sam was going now, she felt a little less guilty that way, and just like she and Karofsky had no romantic feelings for eachother, she was one hundred percent confident that Sam had no romantic feelings for Mercedes or Rachel, so that helped. She wouldn't have been so keen on him going with Quinn, but Mercedes and Rachel, she could definitely handle.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart," Mary Evans cried. "My son is very lucky to have you as his date."

Just when she had started to feel a better about the situation, his mom had to go and say that, and the tears started coming.

"Don't cry, honey, you'll ruin your make-up," she said, gently dabbing the girl's cheeks with a tissue.

"Hormones," she explained, but it wasn't just that. Sam's family was so good to her, and she knew she didn't deserve it. She wanted to go to prom with her boyfriend, and she wanted her own mother to help her get ready. She composed herself, and they joined Sam out on the patio where Mary took about 100 pictures of them before they said that they had to go. They left together in Sam's dad's car, but he dropped her off at Karofksy's house before heading over to Rachel's to pick the girls up. It was no surprise that they both ended up at Breadstix with their dates. Sam went because of the special, and Santana went because she was obsessed with it.

"Mercedes, can I just say that you look fierce in your dress," Rachel exclaimed.

"Totally, Mercedes. You both look smokin'" Jesse, who had returned to Lima and joined as Rachel's date, commented.

Sam didn't say anything. He just sat there and he and Santana stole glances at each other all throughout dinner. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and he wished more than anything he could be sitting with her but they settled for texting each other under the table the entire time. About half-way through, the texting turned to sexting, and when she confessed that she had ditched her panties in the bathroom, Sam could hardly contain himself. This was going to be a very long night.

Despite not being able to be together, prom started out fun for both of them. Santana had a good time dancing with Karofsky and rolling her eyes at the girl who showed up in the exact same dress as her. Even pregnant, Santana wore it better, she was definitely going to win Prom Queen! And Sam had fun with Mercedes too. Being the entertainment for the night, Santana knew the schedule, so when Rachel headed to the stage to sing "Jar of Hearts" she knew they would have three songs in a row that neither one of them was performing, and then it would be time for the Prom Court announcement.

"Excuse me, I'm not feeling so hot, I'll be right back," She said to Karofsky after making sure that none of the Glee girls were watching her, but Sam was. She took off, and Sam told Mercedes that he had to call home and tell his brother and sister a bedtime story or else they wouldn't go to bed.

"Do you want me to come with you?" She asked.

"No! I mean, no thanks, I get a little embarrassed," he said with a smile and then headed toward the girl's bathroom, but before he got there, Santana, who was in the choir room called out to him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, "I was so worried about you."

"We're great," she said, reaching to turn the speaker on. "I just wanted to dance with my boyfriend."

"You are so beautiful," he said, pulling her closer. They got to spend about ten minutes together as the music played, which was nice, but not nearly enough time. Prom Court was about to be announced, and Santana had to check her hair and re-apply her lip gloss because they ended up doing more than just dancing.

"I need to go back in there now," she said sadly. "Wait a minute after I leave so no one suspects anything."

"This year's Junior Prom King is...David Karofsky!" Principal Figgins announced, and Santana was 100% confident she would be Queen and took the opportunity to rub it in Quinn's face. Only she didn't win, and neither did Quinn, and both girls ran out of the room before they burst into tears. Santana ran straight back to the choir room where Sam was still waiting.

"How could my running mate win and I didn't? I mean, just because I hate everyone, doesn't mean they have to hate me too!" She cried.

"It's just a stupid crown," he said, taking her hand. "You can buy one at the party store."

"I'm gonna be judged the rest of my life. Can't I just have one night where I'm a queen. Where I'm accepted, where I'm still a regular teenager who still has a hot body? As soon as we graduate, if I even will now that Im a statistic, we're moving to a trailer park. Or Tennessee. Maybe a trailer park in Tennessee with all the other teen moms. At least I'll be the hottest one there! I must look fat already...Do I look like a mom?"

"You look like a MILF," Sam said, wiping her tears away. "To be honest, I think the whole school is repulsed by you dating Karofsky. If they knew you were with me, the whole school would have voted for you. You're awesome and you need to embrace it."

"How do you know?" Santana sniffed.

"Because I voted for you. Because I believe in you. Because you're the hottest piece of action at this school," he reassured her.

"This prom sucks, what am I supposed to do now?"

"Go back out there and be there for Kurt. It's going to be a lot harder for him than it is for you," he said before kissing her one more time and heading back. Santana took a minute to compose herself before she headed back to gym. She and Mercedes performed "Dancing Queen," and they rocked it.