Thursday: Days Until Prom: 2
"Hi Kurt." Rachel bit her bottom lip, approaching his locker, list in hand. Kurt smiled pleasantly at her.
"Hello Rachel."
"I made a list!" she blurted, shoving it in his face. Kurt backed up a bit, smiling as he read some of it, then frowned.
"Pro for the faux prom is that you don't have to worry about what to wear?" he questioned. Rachel nodded.
"I mean, it would only be you guys and I could wear this cute black and plaid knee length dress I picked up the last time I went to Westerville." Rachel nodded. Kurt gave her one look that told her 'No. You can not.' Rachel shook her head. "No! Just look!" she bounced on her feet. Kurt's eyes roamed the paper, but didn't see anything truly out of the ordinary.
"Rachel, this is your prom, not mine. It's your choice." he sighed. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"I know! And I made my choice!" she smiled and Kurt's brow furrowed, looking over the paper once more.
The pro list was nearly triple the size of the con list.
He swallowed hard, daring to glance up at her to see a huge smile on her face. He laughed as he realized what it meant.
"I love you Rachel Berry." he crumpled up the paper and pulled her into a huge hug.
"I love you too Kurt and can't wait to go to your prom!" she replied happily.
Finn jumped in surprise as he was suddenly manhandled into a locker. Jesse's furious eyes stared up at him. "Why are you so stubborn? I get it! Rachel is amazing! But there are plenty of other girls good enough for you who would die to be with the quarterback." he immediately started. "How dare you tell my girlfriend that you love her!" Finn gasped.
"She told you that?"
"Of course, we have an honest relationship." Jesse sniffed disdainfully, "Perhaps if you'd look around you could find a cheerleader and do the same."
"None of them are Rachel!" Finn shouted. Jesse huffed.
"Obviously, Rachel is not a cheerleader." Jesse rolled his eyes.
"No! But with me, she had the popularity of one! Don't you want that for her?" Finn asked earnestly. Jesse stared at him for a moment, releasing him off the lockers to back up a bit and cross his arms.
"You actually believe that, don't you?" he asked, stunned. Finn nodded eagerly. "Rachel doesn't care about popularity!" he shouted. Finn frowned.
"Yes she does. She wants to be famous!" he came back with. "After all, it's all she ever talks about." Jesse growled.
"When you were with Rachel, you saw the good in her...and completely ignored the bad. I see the good, but I see that bad and I love her even more for it!" Jesse shook his head, anger radiating off of him in waves, "You are nothing but a dumb jock who can barely hold up his end of the conversation unless it's about cars, football, or boobs. You're arrogant in the way that you figure any girl-especially an unpopular one-will be amazed and flattered at your attention. You're someone who thinks that a girl who is perfect needs to change to fit society's norms. Your concern with your popularity overrides any feelings you may have about friends, family, or lovers and always have to keep up your appearance. In simpler terms that even you could understand, you are wrong for Rachel and completely below her league! Being attached to you would only drag her down! So stay away!"
He shoved Finn into the lockers once more, before stalking away. Finn frowned after him.
Santana and Quinn walked down the hall, discussing prom dresses and such.
"Mine is blue and is so beautiful! It makes me look like Cinderella." Quinn sighed dreamily. Santana snorted.
"Well, my mine is red and makes me look sexy." she declared. Quinn laughed.
"Then our dresses fit us, huh?" Quinn questioned. Santana raised an eyebrow at her.
"Miss Fabray, are you coming on to me?" she joked. Quinn rolled her eyes, and Santana chuckled before continuing, "Besides, Brittany and I picked up the prom king and queen crowns and the color matches my dress perfectly." At Quinn's frown, she clarified, "Dave and I are Prom King and Queen."
"What? No! That's not fair! What automatically makes you prom royalty?" Quinn objected.
"Well, it is a gay prom Fabray, and I don't see you macking on any ladies. I only see you chomping on Wheel's lips." Santana countered. Quinn shook her head.
"So? It's still a prom! We should have voting!" Quinn decided. Santana snorted.
"And who would be your prom king? The crip?" Quinn bristled. She stepped forward, about to go off on Santana, but Brittany appeared, unintentionally running interference.
"Hey you guys! Aren't you so excited? We actually get to go to prom!" she pecked Santana on the cheek, "And we get to have a prom with only our friends, no outside interference!" she chirped happily. Santana and Quinn blinked guiltily. They grinned at each other.
"Yeah, that is the best part." Quinn agreed.
"Definitely, Britt-Britt." Santana slung an arm around her girlfriend's waist and the three cheerleaders walked away.
R & R. Oh my god! 1 chapter and an epilogue left! I can't believe it! It's almost finished, nearly a year and a half later!