Sunday: Days Until Prom: 6

"What is this about?" Kurt asked tiredly, crossing his legs and sitting gently on the arm of the couch. Finn sat next to him and Carole and Burt sat across from him. Carole and Burt shared a look. "Please don't tell me you want to fight more. No prom, I've accepted it." Finn glanced to him sympathetically.

"We've decided that in light of recent events, we're going to have our own prom for you." Kurt leaned forward, brow furrowing.

"What do you mean?" Finn asked in confusion.

"Next Saturday, here at home, we'll being having something of a faux prom for you." Carole grinned, waiting for reactions.

"Yeah, and we'll even go away for the weekend to make it more realistic, so if anyone wants to spike the punch." Burt shrugged and Finn grinned. Kurt shook his head at both of them.

"But it won't be like a prom without decor..." Kurt stated imploringly. Carole grinned, handing him over an envelope. Kurt leafed through the money inside, eyes widening.

"The shop's been doing good recently. We figured you could use some extra cash to make this even more special." Burt explained. Kurt glanced up at him, eyes still wide.

"You are aware this is only the junior prom, not the senior prom, right?" Burt shrugged.

"You'll have free creative license! Turn the house until you're prom! That's better than some smelly gym anyway, right?" Carole winked. Kurt nodded, still a bit stunned.

"This is so cool! I can't believe this!" Finn grinned, "Dude, we can even have like...fake prom king and queen." he pointed out. Kurt nodded, already scrolling through his phone.

"Already sent a max text to ND. Santana and Britt are on the crowns." he explained boredly. "Thank you!" he glanced up long enough to hug both Carole and Burt. "This is going to be amazing!"

If it wasn't Santana, it was Kurt waking him at five in the morning. At least with Santana, he wasn't immediately dragged to some fancy tux shop in Westerville. At least with Kurt, Sam got put through the same misery as him. So they were about equal in misery.

"So wait Dude, explain this to me again please?"

"Don't call me dude Samuel." Kurt stated monotone, not even looking up from the various racks of suits. "And for the last time, we are going to prom, just not the one hosted by McKinley."

"One at your house?" Dave asked, yawning again.

"Cover your mouth when you yawn or you look like a bear." Kurt stated without even turning around. "And yes."

"Will your parents be home?" Sam questioned.

"Nope. But don't get any funny ideas. I already have to worry about Santana slipping alcohol in." Kurt rolled his eyes, handing Dave another suit. "Here, let's see if this one makes your shoulders look smaller."

"Well it wouldn't be like real prom if someone didn't spike the punch!" Dave whined, "Plus, alcohol is probably the only way I'll make it through this night with stupid penguin suits."

"You underestimate the power of my hearing David. Go get changed and no more comments on the suit."

Kurt turned and have him the evil eye, causing Dave to rush in the dressing room and Sam to cringe in sympathy.

It was going to be a long day.

"Hey Britt, which one looks better on me? The red one or the blue one?" Santana held up both prom queen crowns. Brittany tilted her head.

"Which one matches you dress?" she asked. Santana brightened.

"Good one Britt!" she placed the blue crown down. "Hopefully Fabray isn't wearing red too. She can't pull it off and even if she could, she won't be getting my crown. I plan on playing the sympathy, 'I'm a Lesbian and got kicked out of prom' card to get the gleeks votes!" Santana nodded smugly. Brittany tilted her head.

"Then why not have two prom queens? Or two prom kings? Aren't we doing the gay prom?" Brittany asked. Santana tilted her head, obviously thinking about it, but then she shook her head.

"Nah, let's just keep it the traditional King and Queen. This way it gives Fabray hope, only to be crushed when we win."

"Hey Artie, did you get Kurt's text?" Quinn asked from where she was lounging across his bed, studying. Artie glanced up from his phone.

"Oh yeah. The Hudmels party one? I got that awhile ago." he agreed, looking back down. Quinn shifted slightly.

"What do you think of it?" she asked carefully. Artie actually looked up to her this time. He put his phone away.

"I don't know. It seems like a cool idea, but it still isn't real prom..." he said carefully. Quinn hummed in agreement, fiddling with her book.

"It doesn't make you a bad person if you want to go to McKinley's prom and not Kurt's." Artie interpreted. Quinn looked to him sharply.

"Why? Do you really want to go to McKinley's prom?" she questioned anxiously. Then Artie got it. McKinley reminded her of bad things, plus she wasn't going to get a prom queen crown, so what was the point? He relaxed.

"Let's see," Artie pretended to weigh something in his hands, "Dressed up school gym or party at the Hudmels?" he glanced imploringly at Quinn, causing her to laugh.

"Okay, okay, we can go to the Hummels faux prom." she agreed, and Artie grinned, forcing her up and into a hug.

A/N: Posting this from my phone, so I make no promises about the spelling. But I figured I would put it up since it has been so long since I updated. (Sorry, hehe.)