Prompt: The First Doctor -"You can't rewrite history. Not one line." - 'Doctor Who'
As I finished with my tie, I stood there and looked into the mirror. Going to a prom should be exciting, and as much as I wanted to be with Kurt, I still couldn't deny the feeling of dread that was building up in me. The last school dance I went with had ended with me and the guy I had gone with ending up in the hospital. I had avoided school dances ever since.
And part of me wanted to avoid this one too, but Kurt was my boyfriend and I knew that he had his heart set on going. Besides, it could be fun and we did at least have the other members of New Directions on our sides.
"Things will be fine," I said out loud, trying to convince me of those words.
I couldn't change what had happened. There was no way to erase what had happened at the Sadie Hawkins dance because you couldn't change history. Now history repeating itself - something could be done about that. Just because the last dance I had gone to had ended badly didn't mean that this one had to.
"The tie looks fine though I almost didn't recognize you without your Blazer."
The sound of my roommate's voice causes me to jump. Recovering, I turn from the mirror to see Trent and most of the other Warblers crowded in the doorway of the dorm room, all of them wearing huge grins.
"Nervous for your big date?" David asks, his grin only getting bigger as he says the words.
"Yes. What if. . ."
"That's in the past," Wes says, cutting me off. "Focus on tonight. Don't let a bad experience keep you from enjoying this night with Kurt. This is his junior prom after all. Don't you want it to be memorable for him?"
"Of course I do."
"Then no more thoughts about what happened at the last dance. It's over and done with and it brought you here. If you hadn't come to Dalton you wouldn't have met us, or Kurt and you wouldn't be able to make good memories to make the bad memories fade away."
"Well, when you put it that way," I reply, now trying to imagine my life without Kurt in it. He's been such a big part these last few months that I can't do it.
Striding toward the crowd of Warblers I making a parting motion. "Let me pass boys. My prince awaits," I tell them.
As I pass through the group I get catcalls, pats on the shoulders, and words of encouragement. I don't need to rewrite history. Tonight I plan on making history.