Wednesday: Days Until Prom: 3

"I honestly do not know what to do! Everyone else in the glee club is going to the Hummel's prom, and they are all my friends, but...it's prom!" Rachel whined. Leroy and Hiram sat across from her at the breakfast table. Leroy nodded sympathetically, but Hiram frowned.

"But do you really want to go to the prom without any of your friends?" Hiram asked imploringly. Leroy shot him an annoyed glance.

"Hiram! It's not your choice! It's her's!" Leroy hissed. Rachel frowned.

"Daddy Leroy, it's okay! I want your opinions." Rachel assured them. Leroy sighed, but nodded.

"Sweetheart, this is your high school dream, not ours. You need to make this decision by yourself." Leroy frowned at her.

"You're my parents!" she whined, "You're supposed to make important decisions for me!" she whined. Leroy chuckled, while Hiram looked at the table.

"There is always senior prom." Hiram offered quietly, and Leroy glared at him again. Rachel nodded, but was still frowning.

"Who is to say the same thing won't happen next year Daddy Hiram?" Rachel questioned, "In all likelihood, it will!" she stated. "And then I won't get to go to either prom!" she gasped, eyes widening with shock.

"Sweetheart, you can go. To both proms, junior and senior, if you'd like." Leroy pointed out.

"Without your friends." Hiram added in. Leroy shook his head.

"Excuse us for a second sweetie." he said sweetly, before dragging Hiram out of the room. Rachel nodded distractedly, in a completley different world. Then she brightened.

"I need a list! List! List! List!" she chanted, running around the kitchen and collecting paper and a pen. On the paper, she wrote in big bold letters "Pros & Cons."

Will worriedly made his way to Figgins office. He had no idea what this was about, but he was afraid to find out. He let himself in and Figgins glanced up at him, before grinning. "William! I have wonderful news!" Will brightened, could this be happening?

"Yes?" he implored him eagerly.

"I want your glee club to sing at prom!"

Will's brows furrowed. "All of them?" he questioned warily. Just as Figgins was about to answer, the door flung open and Sue came barging in the door.

"Why wasn't I invited to the party? Are we getting Thai food?" Sue questioned, plopping down on the couch. Will spared her a glance, before shaking his head and turning back to Figgins.

"Nearly half my students can't go to prom Figgins, how are they supposed to sing there?" Will suddenly got angry. It wasn't right what had happened here and everyone knew it. Figgins blinked at him in confusion. "The LGBT students?" he supplied to the confused principal. Figgins stared at him for a moment, before bursting into laughter. Will stumbled back a step, and even Sue raised an eyebrow at him.

"The homosexual students may go to prom! Haha! This has apparently just been one big misunderstanding! No one is banning them from going!" Will gaped at him, "They must simply go without a significant other!" Ah, there you go. The other shoe dropped. Will glowered at him.

"Figgins! That's not gonna happen!" Will shouted. Figgins jumped, and Sue tilted her head, eyeing him up.

"Well then William, feel free to invite half your glee club to sing at prom!" Figgins offered the solution. Will shook his head.

"I know my kids and I can safetly say that they would rather skip Nationals then sing at your prom!" Will spun around and stalked out of the room. Within a matter of minutes, Sue's long strides caught up to him.

"I must give it to you William. The Kebler elves living in your hair must be mass producing cookies and leaving the ovens on. You were very hot-headed in there. I loved it." Sue nodded, "I was going to step in, but you had it under control. Bravo, bravo." she pat him on the back, then frowned, shaking her hand and heading to her office. Will shook his head, sighing.

Kurt and Blaine sat on Kurt's bed, mindlessly going through decorations and making plans. Kurt eventually stopped moving, and after a few moments, Blaine did too. He looked up.

"Kurt? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. Kurt shrugged, pointlessly shuffling through the items again.

"Do you think we should use the black, gray, and white theme or the muted pastel theme?" he asked, holding up the two color pallets. "I think either could be tasteful with the rainbow dress code."

"Kurt." Blaine repeated, staring at him seriously and waiting for him to look back before continuing, slowly, "What is wrong?" he repeated. Kurt sighed, dropping the things he was holding.

"Rachel is going to my- our prom...she's going to the real one. Which, sadly enough, I understand. If given the choice, I would go to the real one too, not the fake one, but it still hurts. She's one of my best friends, and yes, I know Mercedes is going to the fake one with me, but-"

"Hold on. I don't want to call it the fake one anymore, because it's not fake. A prom is just a formal dance held to celebrate the end of the school year, isn't it? And isn't our prom, just that?" Blaine insisted, causing Kurt to laugh.

"Okay, okay, no more calling it the fake prom, okay?" he laughed. That sat in silence for a moment. "Thank you." he pecked Blaine on the lips.

R & R. No excuse, once again. Sorry. 3 chapters left. We're getting to the nitty gritty!