"I don't know Santana, I don't think that's a good idea..." Dave shook his head, taking his books out of his locker, before closing it and heading down the hall towards his and Santana's first shared class.

"What are you talking about? It's a brilliant idea! Just think, you and me, the King and Queen." Santana gestured wildly in the air, "It would be great. Obviously, you and Sam couldn't run together, or me and Brittany, but we could do it together. We still have power at this school. You're a jock, I'm a former cheerleader. We would win."

"Yeah if we weren't playing for the other team. Or, you know, if we had a guarentee that we would actually be able to go to prom." Dave pointed out. Santana nodded, smirking.

"You see, that's the thing, Figgins said we couldn't go together with the same sex. If you and I went together, and Sam and Brittany, bam! Instant prom!"

"Two problems, what about Kurt and Blaine, and no, I don't want to go to prom with anyone but Sam...Sam..." he cursed under his breath, "You distracted me so I couldn't go after him!" Dave accused. Santana nodded.

"Yup, I did, but while he thinks you don't want nothing to do with him, I know the perfect way to get him to know your feelings." Santana waited for him to ask, and Dave finally sighed.

"Fine, I'll bite, what can I do to let Sam know I love him too?" he asked warily.

"You can sing to him."

"Except, you know, I can't sing." Dave rolled his eyes, something he had picked up from Santana. Santana snorted.

"Please Hamhock! We fight over the shower in the morning! You can belt it out, loud." Dave turned bright red.

"Yeah, but I'm not good! Besides, I don't want to be in glee." Dave said.

"Now, come on, I didn't say you had to be in glee."

"Yeah, but if Berry hears me, she'll go physco for a possible new member." Santana paused for a moment, before nodding.

"Good point...then just sing to Sam alone. Now, come on, we're gonna be late." she dragged him into the classroom they almost passed.

"Tina, why do you look nervous?"

Tina jumped about a foot in the air, spinning around to face Mike, who just looked annoyed.

"And also, why are you avoiding me?" his face fell. "You didn't like my Mom's tuna eggrolls, did you?" Tina clenched her fists, but took a deep breath, releasing it, and her fists, after a few seconds.

"Mike, I don't want an Asian relationship! I want a normal relationship!" Tina burst, "I do really care about you, but sometimes I don't want to eat rice or get a stuffed panda for a birthday present!"

"It's a cultural heritage!" Mike looked offended.

"Yes, and that's great and everything, but I don't want to be known as 'The Asian Girl'. I am Asian, but I'm not a super Asian! We don't live in Asia! We live in AMERICA! Where I don't have to wear a kimono, or pinchy shoes!" Tina exploded, hands flailing around in the air. "Mike, please, can we just go on a normal date, like the movies or something?" Mike brightened, and Tina heaved a sigh of relief. Good, there was a movie he wanted to see.

"Kung Fu Panda 2 is coming out, and I want to see if they follow classic Asian technique for-"

"MIKE!"

"Here, hand this out." Quinn slipped Finn new pins she had made. Finn squinted to read them.

Quinn Fabray and Finn Hudson for King and Queen

Protecting the Ones in Need of Protection

Leading the fight for a fair prom for all!

Vote Fuinn!

Finn frowned, "Quinn, us helping Kurt and the others isn't just a tactic to help us win Prom King and Queen." Quinn laughed.

"Of course! I know that, but we might as well get something out of it, right?" she paused as she saw his face, "Look, we are helping Kurt and Blaine, Santana, Brittany, Dave, and Sam because we're their friends, but some people in the school don't know we're helping them. Do you know how many nerds and losers would kill to know that someone is fighting for them?"

"Are you calling Kurt a loser?" Finn asked, anger growing, "Quinn, I'm not even sure we should run anymore. Why should we be able to be happy and royalty if some people don't even get to go to prom?"

"Finn!" Quinn snapped, "This is what we planned from the beginning. Our relationship is built on the fact that you got over what happened last year and we were going to strive for king and queen together! What don't you understand about that?" she questioned.

"I don't understand how this relationship isn't built on feelings for each other, but some stupid crown!" Finn growled, "I'm not doing it anymore Quinn, I don't want to prom king. Find someone else to do it with you."

Quinn glared at his back before spinning around. She spotted a bobbing brown head of hair in the crowd and chased it to the lockers.

"Hey. You're pretty popular, right?" she questioned the jock. He glanced warily to her.

"Yeah, why?"

"My boyfriend just broke up with me. I need a new partner for prom queen and king, what do you say?"

"Do you even know my name?"

"No."

"Kyle Shelton."

"So, what's going on with you and Azimio?" Kurt asked without preamble the moment he saw Mercedes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mercedes shook her head, obviously disgusted.

"He isn't that bad. After, you know, you get pass the smell, and the rudeness." Kurt shrugged. "You make a cute couple." he added.

"I'm the only thing cute in that couple." Mercedes sniffed disdainfully. Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but Mercedes cut him off, "Okay boo, almost time for class, can't be late." she moved quickly away from him and down the hall. "Bye!" Kurt shook his head.

"Sam? Yes, she's avoiding him. I think she's just pretending to dislike him though." Kurt nodded thoughtfully at whatever his partner in crime thought. "Good point. Maybe-" He let out a half strangled yelp as he was pushed against the lockers. He dropped his phone in the process.

"What is your problem?" Kurt snapped at the four men around him. Hockey players. "Puckheads! Get out of my face."

"I don't think we will."

"You've been spreading your disease."

"We need to teach you an important lesson."

Kurt swallowed thickly, glancing around at the now empty hallway as the bell rang over them. He glanced back to the four men. The four really really big men around him. Crap.

R & R. Do you guys know who Kyle is? P.S. sorry for making Quinn kind of a bitch, she'll get better, I promise. What will happen to Kurt? No really, tell me, I'm not sure how I'm going to go with that yet. :{l