Friday: Days Until Prom: 15

"...and so now Britt is being totally unfair!" Santana complained to the audience next to her locker which consisted of Blaine and Dave. Both had been unwillingly caught like flies in a spider web when they had attempted to walk pass Santana's locker to class.

"Santana, and it isn't often anyone says this, but Brittany is right." Dave decided to be the braver of the two and speak. Santana glared daggers at him and slammed her locker closed. Dave either bravely or stupidly continued, undeterred, "It wasn't right when you made her cheat. Brittany is a sweetheart. It hurts her to hurt anybody." Dave explained, as if Santana didn't know that.

"Yeah, we'll thanks for the info Captain Closet! You certainly know a lot about hurting people!" Santana knew it was a mistake the moment it came out of her mouth, but she was angry about Brittany and really didn't care at the moment. Dave staggered back slightly as if he had been hit.

"Santana, that was uncalled for." Blaine instantly cut in on Dave's behalf, which shocked both Dave and Blaine himself. Santana turned her glare on him, but couldn't think of anything to say to him.

"Yeah, whatever!" Santana snapped, knowing she would probably end up apologizing later anyway. After she had stormed away down the hallway Dave and Blaine shared a glance, before Blaine pat him lightly on the shoulder and hurried off to class.

"Hey mama." Mercedes rolled her eyes at the nickname, not even turning to face Azimio, just continuing to walk. "Come on girl, I got you a treat!"

"I'm not a dog." Mercedes stated dryly.

"I know, I know, chill. It's not like I'm asking you to do a trick for it or anything." Azimio finally caught up to her and handed her a grape slushy, which she warily accepted.

They both stopped walking, frozen once she took the drink from his hand. They glanced at each other.

"Did you just feel how surreal that just was?" Mercedes finally broke the silence, chuckling. Azimio joined her.

"Less than two weeks ago, I probably would hae been throwing that in your face without a second thought." Azimio got a weird look on his face that she couldn't place, "But I didn't know you then." he said quietly. She quirked an eyebrow.

"You still got alot to learn about me now." she bumped his shoulder before continuing to walk along.

But then he grabbed her wrist and swung her around to face him.

"What do you like so much about Rashad?" Azimio demanded to know. Mercedes blinked, surprised by the seemingly random subject.

"I don't know." she then decided to change her answer with the look Azimio was giving her. "He makes me feel beautiful, like Cinderella or some other fairytale princess." she admitted. Azimio nodded, an out of place soft smile on his face.

"That's because you are beautiful." he stated honestly. Mercedes looked up at him curiously.

"I think that's the first time you haven't called me hot. You may be able to learn yet." she decided. Her eyes softened, "And thank you." Azimio nodded, to busy taking a paper out of his binder to acknowledge her thanks. He scawled something across the paper, which Mercedes saw was an address once he handed it to her.

"You want to feel like a princess? Come and meet me here tomorrow night at eight...please." he added the please as an afterthought.

And then he took off before she could give him her answer.

"Hey, you know it's all cool, right?" Mike bumped Tina's shoulder as she looked wistfully towards Quinn and Artie, who were giggling and whispering together in the front of the glee room.

"Yeah, he's really happy and so is Quinn. They both deserve it." she tore her eyes away from them to smile at Mike.

"You deserve to be happy too!" Mike insisted, "Go to prom with me." he commanded, "As friends." he added when he saw the look on her face. She slowly nodded.

"Yeah, that'd be great." she finally agreed vocally after a few seconds. She opened her mouth to say something else, but she was interrupted.

"Artie! There you are!" Artie and Quinn looked up as they heard Brittany. Quinn's eyes widened as Brittany didn't even hesitate to throw herself on Artie's lap and kiss him.

"Mmmfff!" Artie held his hands up in surrender, not wanting to push Brittany, but not wanting Quinn to get the wrong idea. He glanced over to her, attempting to convey the fact that he had no idea what was going on.

"Brittany!" Quinn snapped for him, since his mouth was currently occupied. She pulled away from Artie with a sickening slurp, glancing briefly at Quinn, tilting her head like a confused puppy. "What are you doing?" Brittany frowned, turning back to Artie.

"My heart was wrong this time Artie! Santana is mean! She said I wasn't cheating on you, but I was. I'm sorry. I should have believed you!" Brittany hugged him tightly.

"It's okay Brittany." Artie said, looking apologetically at Quinn, who simply crossed her arms and looked away.

"Artie, can we be girlfriend and boyfriend again?" Before Artie could even open his mouth to begin to answer, Quinn was up and out the door.

"Wait Quinn!" he would have rolled after her, but it was no use with Brittany on his lap. He would never catch her. "Brittany," he sighed, "Sweetie, I'm dating Quinn." Brittany jumped off his lap, hands clapped over her mouth.

"I'm so sorry Artie!" Artie smiled weakly.

"It's okay Brit." he informed her, before going after Quinn. It wasn't that hard to find her because she had stopped right outside, leaning against the wall and rubbing her temples.

"Okay, c'mon. Why did you react like that?" Artie asked, already knowing the answer. The stupid answer.

"I know you care about Brittany. She's a pretty blond. She wants you. We're new. Why give up something you know is good, just for something that might be?" Quinn spat out in short, quick sentences.

"I cared about Brittany." Artie corrected once he was sure she was finished. "Where did your self-confidence go? Brittany is a pretty blond." Artie agreed, earning a wince from Quinn before he continued, "But you're a beautiful blond. And, no offense to Brittany, I can actually hold an intelligent conversation with you. You're smart." Quinn looked down, blush lightly coating her face, "Yes, we're new, but I think we may be worth the risk, don't you?" Artie leaned over, grabbing her hands and helping her to her feet.

"I'm sorry." Quinn laughed, "I may have overreacted a bit." Artie rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

"Really? Because I don't think you need to worry about running for prom queen, you're already a drama queen!" Quinn gasped, offended, but Artie could see the amusement in her eyes. She laughed after a few seconds, then leaned down and kissed him.

He never thinks he'll get tired of it.

Before Dave liked football for the sport, but now his favorite part is the lockeroom, after almost everyone had gone home.

"Uffffggg." Sam groaned as Dave worked on leaving a large, dark mark on his neck. "Dave, I want you!" he whined.

"Let's go over you're house." Dave breathed into his neck.

Sam jumped away from him as if he was electric and shocking him. Wide eyes stared into Dave's confused ones. "We can't go over my house!" Sam blurted. Dave looked at him oddly.

"Why? Your parents are working and I know your siblings have things they're doing. We'd be all alone." Dave attempted to take Sam's hand, but the blond pulled away quickly.

"Um no. We can't. I have to go." he quickly darted pass Dave, all heat from their previous encounter gone. Dave watched him go, frowning.

And he wasn't able to reach him at all that night either.

R & R. Sinfully Sined, I know, you're probably fed up with waiting, but I swear, your oneshot will be up soon. I've misplaced the written copy, so I have to find it before I can type it up and post it. Sorry!