Friday: Days Until Prom: 8

Dave was very unhappy.

"This is the day. We march in to Fig Newton's office and offer him up his supposedly impossible request! Él será aplastado! Al infierno con el diablo se va a quedar!" Santana clapped her hands together, laughing evilly which made him think that the Spanish was not very flattering to Figgins. But he really didn't care about that right now. Dave groaned, rolling over in his bed and ignoring her since it was still four in the morning.

Damn Cheerio schedule.

"And then Figgins is going to be eating humble pie!" Kurt laughed, sounding slightly evil himself. Burt eyed him warily over the morning paper.

"I'm just as happy as you are about this, but you're kind of creeping me out...I think you've been spending too much time with that Lopez girl..." Burt sipped his coffee as Kurt shrugged, nearly skipping out of the room.

"I'm so happy for you Blaine! You deserve this." his Grandmother smiled warmly at him, fixing his slightly crooked bow tie.

"And Kurt! Kurt deserves this too!" Blaine nearly preened under her attention, and Helen chuckled.

"Yes dear, a perfect Prom is what you both deserve." she placated him, kissing him on the forehead before he headed off to school.

They met outside of the principal's office, and smiled at each other, before proudly stalking in together, ignoring his secretary. They had been waiting the entire school day to do this.

"We got it. We got 10,000 signatures. We get to go to prom!" Kurt smirked triumphantly, nearly throwing the stack of papers onto Figgin's desk. The principal skimmed it over with wide eyes. Then, he grabbed something from under his desk. It took them all a second to realize what is was.

"No!" Santana snarled, and Dave lunged forward. Sam and Kurt just watched, stunned.

Figgins slipped the papers into the shredder, and there was nothing they could do about it. Santana dove towards him, but Sam stopped her. Figgins looked up to them, almost regretful.

"I'm sorry. The school board mandates I do not let you go to prom. When I offered the 10,000 signature offer, I didn't believe you would try, or even if you did, that you would give up once you wouldn't be able to get that amount." Figgins said.

"You knew this entire time?" Kurt hissed, stepping over Dave, who was on his knees, just staring at the shredder. "We didn't even have to do all this!" Kurt exclaimed.

"I am sorry! But there is nothing I can do." Figgins shrugged. "You have to leave now."

Sam tugged Santana away, hand thrown over the cursing Latina's mouth. Kurt forced Dave out, not before throwing a dirty look over his shoulder at Figgins.

Now what?

"Who really needs prom anyway?" Santana snorted, pacing as Brittany picked at the couch pillow, "It's just some stupid excuse to get dressed up and take the v-card of your date!" she declared. Her pacing slowed slightly, "I mean, and yeah, I was gonna be prom queen and finally rule the school like I deserved...but whatever." Santana crossed her arms, staring stonily at the wall.

"It's just a stupid crown. You can buy one at the store for a dollar." Brittany piped in quietly. Santana glanced at her, eyes softening.

"Yeah..." Santana sat down next to her, "I'm glad I didn't let you come and confront Figface with us..." she mumbled.

"I know...I'm okay...and so are you." Brittany smiled softly up at her, leaning her head against Santana's shoulder, sighing softly.

"It's already been amazing. We've come out, Santana and Brittany have come out." Sam stated, lying next to Dave on the bed. "We've made a difference and that's all I really wanted to do."

"Yeah, and Kurt never had a chance to take us tux shopping, so that's a plus." Dave stated dryly, and he and Sam laughed, bumping fists.

They were still dudes after all.

Blaine stabbed violently at his food, gaining the attention of his Grandmother.

"What's going on sweetie?" she asked gently.

"Nothing." Blaine mumbled.

"Honey, please talk to me?" she begged. Blaine stood, almost knocking his plate off the table.

"Do you really care? No one else in this stupid family does!" he questioned rhetorically, and then continued before anyone could say anything, "Tell Dad he doesn't worry about his stupid campaign, the school board declared that my boyfriend and I couldn't go to prom together, so all the protesting and all the publicity are done." Blaine dropped his napkin on the table, before stalking out of the room.

Helen watched him go sadly, before putting her own napkin down on the table and picking up her phone.

"Well, what happened?" Carole hopped around happily as Kurt arrived home.

"Figgins put the signatures through the shredder, said he couldn't do anything because the school board ruled, not him." Kurt stated drearily.

"What?" Burt snapped, "That son of a bitch!"

"We'll fight the school board then!" Carole butt in.

"Carole, prom is in a week." Kurt stated, pushing pass them and heading to his room, but not before throwing in this final sentiment, "It's over."

R & R. Wow, you guys really took my call to action last chapter. Do it again or they will NEVER EVER go to prom! Le gasp! Can she do that? Yes, yes I can. For I am the almighty writer!

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You know what...maybe take it easy on the reviews...I think my egotistical evil side is taking over.