Prom night

It was getting closer and closer to the end of the academic year. The academy held a dance each year to celebrate the achievements of the students and to say goodbye to those who were leaving.

And Prowl didn't have a date.

He wasn't one for dancing and social events, so he wasn't worried at all. In fact, he didn't even care. Who said that they had to attend? His presence would not be missed.

Well, for the most part.

"Prowl, please?" Jazz whined, dramatically draping himself over the back of the chair Prowl was sitting in. "Please go!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"For one, I do not dance. As the purpose is for dancing, I see no point in me going."

"Ah can teach ya!"

"Point two: I have no one to go with, so being able to dance will not change a thing, and finally I am not a fan of social events and would likely stay but a joor before leaving."

"Ya present a good argument." Jazz replied, starting to pace the room. Prowl quietly watched him.

Jazz was a popular mech. Prowl knew that he had received many invites to the dance, but whether or not he had accepted them Prowl didn't know, but he felt it was not his place to ask.

"Ah know. Ah'll teach ya ta dance, an' in return ya go with me. Deal?"

Prowl balked. "I was under the impression that you already had a date."

"Nah, Ah was plannin' on wingin' it alone, but thinkin' about it Ah'd rather go with ya."

Prowl wasn't sure if he should be offended by that statement or not.

"Last resort?" He asked with a raised ridge.

"No, no!" Jazz immediately replied, waving his hands. "Ah was gunna ask ya before, but Ah didn't think ya'd be interested..." Jazz awkwardly replied, rubbing the back of his helm.

"What makes you think that?" Prowl asked, genuinely interested. He never meant to push others away, and Jazz was his best friend. Whatever he had to say, he was always interested.

"Ah didn't wanna put ya outta ya comfort zone. Ya're a private mech, an' Ah'm... Well, not. Ah'd wanna do stuff ya wouldn' dream of doin'."

"Like what?" Prowl asked, unsure as to whether or not he'd like the answer.

"Well, ya see there are certain dances-"

"If they're the ones I am thinking of, then no, I am not participating in them."

"See? Exactly what Ah meant!"

"I am sure there are plenty of others who would be willing to attend with you."

"Ah wanna go with ya, it won't be the same."

"It won't be so terribly boring. You may even enjoy yourself."

"Don't talk about yaself that way Prowler! Ah like bein' around ya."

"A sentiment not shared by many. Honestly, Jazz, you'll regret saying that."

"A risk Ah'm willing ta take."

Prowl sighed, sensing that Jazz wasn't going to give up any time soon. He wondered why he was so persistent.

"On one condition: if I don't learn to a satisfactory level, I don't have to go."

"An' ya have yaself a deal!"

Damn Jazz and his teaching skills!

For weeks in between exams and studying sessions, Jazz had been teaching Prowl the ins and outs of dancing, and he had many routines down to pat. Jazz had even choreographed a routine for them to both do together when a certain song came on! Prowl was almost certain that he was going to look like a fool and embarrass himself and Jazz for going with such a moron. The mech would be disappointed.

"Ya look worried." Jazz commented from where he sat on their dorm room floor, carefully applying wax to himself.

"You would be too if you were in my position. I am not the type of person you'd expect to suddenly start dancing." Prowl replied, having already waxed himself. All that was left was his back, and he'd need a little help getting it, so he was waiting for Jazz to finish up.

"Exactly, an' ya look great! They'll all be so jealous."

"It is only a matter of perspective."

"Ah, then Ah guess Ah'll have ya all ta myself?"

"Unfortunately."

The shameless flirting of his best friend was going straight over his head. Prowl was by no means stupid, but when it came to flirting he was blind to it.

And Jazz was starting to get a little restless over it.

Was this just Prowl playing hard to get? No, no it couldn't possibly be. He wouldn't do that - he was too forwards and he would let the other know from the beginning if he was interested or not. While Jazz could have easily kissed the mech while they were dancing together and blame it on heat of the moment, he'd once tried that while overcharged only to have his face pushed away.

Flirting would not work with this mech, so he would have to be forward. Now, when he should admit his attraction to Prowl was a mystery. Before the dance, get it off his chest before he ruined it in public and potentially lose his date before the dance? Or wait until after and destroy his evening?

"Is something bothering you?"

Jazz twitched, not realising that he had stopped and was pulling a face.

"Nah, Ah'm good. Was wonderin' what songs they'll be playin'."

Prowl gave him a look that told him he wasn't believing him.

"Really? You look far too troubled."

"Yep! Just that."

Prowl frowned at him, but didn't press the issue.

Jazz, being the over excited puppy he was, made sure that they were one of the first ones there. At the back of his mind, Prowl knew it was because Jazz knew he didn't like to make an entrance.

Jazz, on the other hand, loved making an entrance, so Prowl was left to wonder what he had planned.

Prowl had to make sure he didn't smack anyone with his doorwings as they danced. He very quickly got tired of the annoyed looks he received and the painful feedback, but refrained from telling this to Jazz and leaving. The mech looked like he was having so much fun, and he couldn't bring himself to ruin it.

It was in a moment of distraction when he lost Jazz to the crowd, and deciding that there was no good in him simply meandering around aimlessly, he navigated to the edge of the room, plonking himself down into one of the many empty chairs. He was tempted to slip out and return to his dorm, but he'd remember Jazz's face from when they were dancing together whenever the thought crossed his mind and he couldn't bring himself to do it.

A few moments later, he saw Jazz pop out of the crowd, visor scanning the room. Prowl waved him over, shuffling to the side to give Jazz more room.

"How's ma lil' wallflower?" Jazz asked, sitting down next to Prowl and leaning closer to better hear the mech.

"Feeling a little deaf." Prowl replied, deciding it was best to not mention the pain in his doorwings.

Jazz quickly jumped up as the current song came to an end. "One more dance? Then ya can go." He said, thrusting his hands out towards Prowl.

"What about you?" Prowl asked, accepting the invite and allowing Jazz to pull him to his feet.

"Ah dunno, might stay. Depends on who Ah can find."

The next song that came on was one that Jazz had put together a routine for. Glancing at the DJ booth, Prowl saw a friend of Jazz's called Blaster.

"Did you request this song?" Prowl asked before he could even stop and think about it. Jazz nodded.

"Yup! Wasn't gunna miss out on a routine, Prowler! Ah planned these things!"

Deciding that it was ultimately Jazz being Jazz, Prowl nodded and stood in position with Jazz.

The mech was a grinning beacon of blue light with every step, spin, twirl, jump and leap. Very soon, they had an area cleared around them as the other attendees watched, amazed that Jazz was dancing with Prowl. They silently agreed that Jazz could do much better, although they'd never say that aloud. Despite how he spoke little, everyone found Prowl a bit scary.

Prowl didn't realise that a space had been cleared around him, nor that they were being watched. No, his focus was not screwing up and disappointing Jazz, although the way the mech moved was making it incredibly difficult for him. He had started focusing more on the mech in front of him than where his feet were!

Luckily for him, the song had ended before he had the chance to screw up. Unluckily for him, this routine ended with Jazz being pulled closer. So much so, their chassis' were pressed together.

He could feel the rise and fall of Jazz's chest as he breathed heavily, worn out from the dance. Prowl knew that he fared no better.

Jazz suddenly leaned up, kissing Prowl square on the lips. The doorwinger was too surprised to react, doorwings shooting up in surprise. What on Cybertron was Jazz doing? Was he over charged again? Prowl felt uncomfortable about that - if Jazz was overcharged, he wouldn't know what he was doing, something Prowl was reluctant to let happen.

Before he had the chance to push Jazz away and insist he waited until he wasn't overcharged, Jazz had already suddenly leapt away, face bright pink.

"Primus Ah'm sorry Prowl, Ah dunno what came over me-"

"Are you overcharged?"

"Wha'? Nah, Ah haven't had a single drop."

"Then you..." Prowl began, but quickly stopped himself has he felt a sharp pain in his helm. His processor was protesting, damn that glitch. "I'm sorry." Prowl quickly said, swiftly turning and leaving.

Jazz's shoulders slumped, and he quickly realised that they had an audience.

Well, that made the whole ordeal at least ten times more embarrassing.

Deciding that he wanted out of that room and away from the giggles that had erupted from a few, Jazz followed after Prowl, calling his name.

As he left, the comment of 'he could do so much better' did not go unheard, and Jazz immediately decided then that he'd show them that no, there was no better for him than the mech he had foolishly let get away.

Prowl hated his glitch.

He was so, so sure that he had embarrassed Jazz and offended the mech but crashing on the spot was not something he particularly wanted, and he knew he needed to get to the medical bay before his face greeted the floor.

When he heard Jazz calling his name, he paused, hand on the wall for balance as he slowly turned to look behind him. Jazz jogged up to him, panting slightly.

"Ah'm sorry, Ah shouldn't have-" he began, stopping himself when Prowl placed a finger over his mouth.

"I was not offended by it, nor adverse to it happening again." He began, wincing when there was another sharp pang in his battle computer. It was kicking up a fuss about something, that was for sure. Prowl ignored the warnings on his HUD as he continued. "But it's making me glitch."

Ah, the master of conversation. Prowl couldn't think of another way to put it, and it had come out more deadpan than he had intended. Jazz stared at him for a moment.

"Makin' ya glitch."

"I was going to the medical bay. If I crash, it's better if I'm already there."

"Ah know a short cut." Jazz replied, taking Prowl by the elbow of the arm that wasn't supporting him and guiding him there. "An' we will be takin' about this."

He'd really shot himself in the foot there hadn't he?

I've just realized that I haven't been giving them titles for a while and now it's my turn to shoot myself in the foot. Decided to name it after a song I really like, and the title's rather fitting~

Anyway, if you have any prompts/requests, feel free to send them in. If you've already sent some in, they're being worked on!

~Llama