Sunday: Days Until Prom: 20

"Yo, Captain Closet, I have a question." Dave rolled his eyes at Santana's nickname, and her incessant pounding on his door.

"You're going to be a future Sue Sylvester, you know that, right?" Dave ignored her, rolling over on the guest bed he was sleeping on, ever grateful that they had locks on the guest bedrooms. He chose to ignore any response she may have had to that.

That worked out well.

Dave groaned as he landed on his chest on the floor, blanket having been pulled out from underneath him. He didn't even look up, mumbling into the carpet. "How the fuck did you get in the room?"

"I was best friends with Puck for years now. I know how to pick a measly bedroom lock." Santana kicked him in the side, and he flinched away from her. "Get up."

"Just ask your question." he growled at her, swiping at her feet without even looking. He missed.

"What do you think about my proposal?" Santana danced away from him as he tried to hit her again.

"What proposal?" he pulled himself back onto his bed, sighing as he decided Santana wouldn't let him sleep again.

"Prom Court?" Santana looked annoyed that he didn't even know what she was talking about. He sighed.

"I told you, I didn't think it was a good idea." Dave said, grabbing some clothing from a duffel bag he had sitting on his dresser.

"Now, why do you say that?" Santana asked, following him.

"I told you, it would not end up well with everyone knowing that we're not straight." Dave glanced to her, "Can you go? I need to change." he gestured to his clothing, and she rolled her eyes.

"I like chicks. You're not a chick. Just change." Santana waited, while he just stared at her, "Fine." she sighed, spinning around and facing the door, "I won't look." Dave quickly slipped into his clothing, eyes on her back the entire time. It would totally be Santana-like to turn around to make some comment about him.

"Done." he declared, and Santana turned around, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Wow, the only time I've moved that fast was undressing for a quickie in-"

"I don't need to know." Dave interrupted her, not wanting to know where he shouldn't sit or lean. "And, I repeat, no. I'm just gonna try to slip back in to the highway of school." Santana plopped down on his bed, lifting an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, I got to hear this. The highway of school?" Santana waited for an explanation of this metaphor. Dave turned red.

"Well, it's like...um, the football players and cheerios are the fancy, expensive hybrid cars that other cars are really afraid to hit, but the losers, geeks, and homosexuals are like...I don't know...smart cars?" Santana started cracking up, falling backwards on the bed.

"Are you calling me one of those short cars?" she managed after a few moments. Dave glared at her.

"Whatever." he mumbled, cheeks still bright.

"Fine. Back to the subject at hand. Here is my idea. We could be the law and order prom candidates. We could take control of the bullies in this school. My razor blades, your muscles. We could whip the bullies into shape!" Santana explained. Dave tilted his head.

"Like Bully Whips?"

"Are we over?" Finn asked uncertainly, phone in between his shoulder blade and ear as he rummaged through the cabinets for food. Kurt looked up from his magazine, and then gaped at Finn's back, waving his arms at his stupid stepbrother.

"What?" Quinn asked, not expecting this phone call at all. Finn scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeah, Rachel just called me." Kurt slammed his head against the kitchen table, "She told me that there was a rumor going around that you had a new boyfriend, who was going to be the prom queen with..." Finn turned around, then jumped at the look of stunned anger Kurt was throwing him.

"Finn-"

"Holding on." Finn pulled the phone from his ear, blocking the sound from coming through. "What?" he asked his brother in confusion.

"Are you an idiot?" Kurt hissed. "Why would you, number one, ask Quinn if you were over? Do you know how insensitive that is?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, but dude, I didn't know. And Rachel-"

"That brings us to number two, why bring up Rachel? You know the problems she and Quinn have with one another! You're just adding more problems to the mix." Kurt said. Finn frowned.

"But-"

"No!" Kurt held his hand up for silence, grabbed his magazine, and stalked out of the room, throwing over his shoulder, "You already ruined any chance of saving that phone call."

"Okay, anyway, Quinn-"

"Finn! Why would you believe Rachel? You know she wants us to break up! God, it's always going to be her over me! I did find a replacement for you, as my Prom King, but not as my boyfriend. I told you before that I wasn't with you for popularity! Why won't you believe me?" Finn opened his mouth, about to attempt to backpedal, but Quinn interrupted, "I think that you need some time for yourself. Without a girlfriend. You need to figure out what you want, and what you feel before worrying about someone else's wants or feelings. Maybe we should take a break."

"I-I don't- I-"

"Yes." Quinn decided for him, "You need some time for yourself, because I don't actually believe you care for me, or Rachel. I think that the only reason you're with me is because you love your popularity, just as much as I love my prom queen candidacy. And with Rachel, I think that you just love the fact that she loves you. You need to feel needed by someone, but you don't understand that people do need you!" Quinn didn't know where any of this was coming from, but as she said it, she realized how true it was. "Kurt needs you to be his brother. Everyone in the New Directions needs you to be, not only their lead, but also their friend. You're a really good friend, Finn. You just need to work on yourself!" Quinn took a deep breath. "Sorry..."

"It's...okay..." Finn blinked, "You're right." he decided, a feeling of stunned relief going over him, "Everything you're saying...I-I do need some time for myself. It's just...first it was you, then Rachel, then Santana, then Rachel again, then you again, and I haven't been single in...forever...thank you..."

"You're welcome."

Mercedes wrestled with her little siblings, growling in annoyance. Ah, the joy of having three little siblings under the age of seven. Plus, someone had been knocking for a few moments now. She growled, releasing the current monster she was fighting to change the diaper of, standing up.

"I'm coming! I'm coming, hold up!" Mercedes yelled as the knocking started up again. She hustled over to the door, opening it and then stepping backwards in surprise. "Anthony!"

"Hey Mercedes." Rashad scratched the back of his neck, holding out a simple red tulip for her. She grinned slightly, grabbing it.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she questioned.

"Well, I just wanted to know how Kurt was doing, but I didn't have his phone number, and you didn't answer your phone, but I knew where you lived from when we went out, so I decided to stop by to see...how Kurt was doing." Rashad rambled. Mercedes smirked, leaning against the doorframe.

"And you couldn't just ask him tomorrow at school?" Mercedes asked innocently.

"Well- I mean- I guess- I-" Rashad was saved from having to elaborate when her little brother slammed into her legs from behind, causing her to fall forward, so Rashad was therefore, forced to catch her. He grinned at her. "Need some help with them?" he questioned, gesturing with his head towards her siblings.

"Think you can handle it?" she questioned, as she led him in.

Neither of them seemed to notice the red tulip Mercedes had dropped, even as Rashad stepped on it.

"Artie, dear, there's a girl here to see you." Artie glanced up from his IPod, Angry Birds chirping on it. When his Mom let Quinn in, he stuffed the IPod in his bag. He waited until his Mom shut the door behind her, before giving Quinn a dubious look.

"Hello...Quinn." Artie drew out her name, still not sure why she was there.

"Hello." she stated, completely at ease as she glanced around his room. She swept in front of him, running her fingers across the CDs on his desk. Artie ran a hand through his hair, knowing what she was going to see. Rap. R & B. Movie Soundtracks. She didn't comment on any of that though. She walked across his room again, sitting down on his bed. She didn't look at him as she ran her hands across his comforter.

"What's up?" he asked slowly, watching her.

"Nothing much." Quinn answered. He nodded.

"Okay then." he paused. "Anything you wanted to talk about?"

"...Not right now." Quinn leaned back, stretching out on his bed and looking at his ceiling.

"Okay..." He cautiously took his IPod out of his bookbag, and continued playing Angry Birds. Quinn leaned across, reaching and grabbing the book on his night stand. She started flipping through it.

It was...comfortable.

R & R.