Chapter 11

Homecoming comes sooner than expected. I guess that the maybe since I've been worrying about it made it come faster. I found out that Artie is in fact going to homecoming with Abby, thanks to my 'little push'. Kurt had already worked out his outfit so that he and Scott, whom I am not allowed to meet until after the dance, won't clash. I am seemingly the only one who has no idea what to wear, and now Kurt is taking me shopping.

I try on dress after dress, not sure why, it's only a stupid school dance, and I'm worried that I will be over dressed. Kurt doesn't listen to this though, according to him, I should look like a princess. The whole concept makes me feel worried, I am kind of worried I'll get all dressed up, and then Noah will come dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.

Finally Kurt decides that the dress that I am wearing is fine. It is strapless but fits my body perfectly; it is silver and sparkles when the light hits it, it also comes with, the same shade of sliver, gloves that go up to my elbow. It kind of puffs out at the end but barely, and when I turn around the dress twirls. If Kurt insists upon me looking like a princess, it has to pass the little girl test: if the dress spins when you do, than it is little kid acceptable to wear it.

Kurt smirks, "Perfect, now I am going to curl your hair before the dance and then you'll look flawless."

I blush as I look in the mirror, "Kurt, the dress is great, but I don't have enough money and I am not about to allow you to pay for it."

Kurt rolls his eyes, "I am paying for it, think of it as your 5th-17th birthday present."

"Kurt-"I begin.

"It's too late I've already decided, now get changed before I decide to make you try on another fifteen dresses." Kurt threatens.

I smirk as I go into the dressing room and get changed. I wonder if Kurt id going to over the top, the dress was nicer than my Sweet Sixteen dress, but then again, I don't know if one counts dinner at a diner with my dad as a Sweet Sixteen.

I walk out of the dressing room, and Kurt snatches the dress from me to be sure that I won't put it back. He pays for the dress even though I am still objecting to it, he just continues to threaten me so I give in.

"So, will I get to meet Scott at the dance?" I ask trying to get the conversation off of my dress.

Kurt has daggers in his eyes, "I told you after! He's not out yet, we've had this conversation, you can meet him when the dance is over, but not until then."

I cross my arms, and pout, "Fine."

Kurt gets all serious, "I want you to meet him, I do, it's just I don't want to mess this up, I didn't even have the slightest clue he was gay, so just let me do this his way."

"Fine, Kurt, I will stop bugging you about this guy," I agree grudgingly, "Do you think this is a bad idea?" I change the subject.

"Do I think what's a bad idea?" Kurt asks confused.

"Me . . . going to the dance . . . with Noah." I confess my worry.

Kurt shrugs, "I told you that I wanted you to go with him, sure he's no genius, but he's smarter than Finn, and sure he's not great when dealing with feelings, but he seems to really care about yours, and sure the Mohawk's a bit much, but he's pretty hot. It is just one date, who knows where it'll go, just give it a try."

"Thanks Kurt." I mutter smiling.

"For?"

"Everything," I hug him quickly, since he's driving us home, and I don't really want to get into an accident.

Kurt smirks, "It'll be fine, besides it's a school function, I don't think anything that bad can happen."

I nod realizing that is true. Kurt pulls into his driveway and there is Quinn waiting outside of the house looking livid.

"I didn't know you invited Quinn over." I comment.

"I didn't" Kurt says solemnly.