A/N: Thrown together in a lesson of English. I have no time to edit, I don't even think I spelt the principals name right. Sorry for this...if it sucks too much I'll redo it in a couple of days - I'm going to be away for a while and I just wanted to get this out like, NOW, because I was severely disappointed by the way 'Prom Queen' ended up. It thought it was rushed and a little forced. Meh. I'll get over it after a couple of watchings.

Rating: G/K

Reference: At my school, we have to have our boyfriends/girlfriends interviewed if they're not from our school before they can come to any school-organised functions.

"Blaine…" Kurt mumbled.

His heart was beating loudly in his chest. His pulse raced and he was sweating, which was gross. Blaine looked up at him with those eyes. The ones that made Kurt want to melt and die and kiss him all at the same time. This was his big moment.

Blaine raised his eyebrows at Kurt's livid expression. He looked so scared.

"I've got a preposition," Kurt muttered softly, and Blaine looked interested, sitting up from the bed

"Oh yes?"

"Would you….?" Kurt tried. He really did, but the words just wouldn't come out.

Blaine waited. If this was important, then he didn't want to rush Kurt.

"I want to go to prom…"

Blaine nodded. This was news. "I thought we were just going to hang…?"

"I…would really like to go to prom."

Blaine nodded. "That's okay – I'll just pick you up after."

Kurt shook his head, a small smile on his face. "I'd…like to go with you. I'd like to take you to prom."

Blaine gave a small smile. "I'm not from your school, remember?" As if he had to be reminded. "I won't be allowed,"

Kurt shook his head. "I talked to Mr. Shue. He said that if we get you a meeting with Principal Figgins, and he deems you respectable, you'll be allowed in."

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "You really want me to go, don't you?"

Kurt nodded "I really do."

"What if Principal Fi-"

"Don't be a retard Blaine – you're the poster child for a perfect son. Figgins will love you."

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. "You sure?"

Kurt nodded. "You get tomorrow off school, right?" It was Dalton's 50th Anniversary – deemed a holiday by the upper-class men.

Blaine nodded. "Come with me to school?"

"Uhh…yeah. Can I stay over tonight?"

"As long as you're fine with sleeping in the guest bedroom again." Kurt laughed and Blaine nodded.

^.^

"Night boys…don't be up too late and remember – I can hear you walking between rooms so don't…do anything." Burt muttered, retreating back into his room with Carole.

Blaine and Kurt sat on the bed, a reasonable distance away from each other. They burst into quiet laughter. As soon as Burt was gone, they shifted closer, Blaine's hand resting on Kurt's leg.

"So what's Principal Figgins like?"

Kurt shook his head. "He's nice. Blaine, you're going to be fine. The first time you call him sir, he will have probably already made up his mind."

"So…hard on the formalities?"

Kurt nodded. "Thank you for doing this for me. I just…I want to dance at prom. I want to dance with you."

Blaine grinned, kissing him on the forehead. "Anything for you."

^.^

Blaine walked down the semi-familiar halls of McKinley, feeling slightly nervous. After receiving way too many interested looks from the cheerleaders, he had grabbed Kurt's hand and followed him rather closely. They were met with a couple of awed gazes, some not so subtle. Other students gave them scowls, especially the football players. So far, Blaine hadn't heard any names called, but he supposed that was because the New Directions director – Mr. Shuester, was escorting them.

"This is Figgin's office." Kurt ushered Blaine in, still gripping his hand.

Blaine swallowed and headed inside, to where he was waiting behind a desk.

"Blaine Anderson, is it?"

Blaine nodded, still standing and stuck out his hand. "It's a pleasure sir,"

Kurt was right. Figgins' eyes lit up and he seemed to relax considerably.

"You attend Dalton Acedemy, am I correct?"

Blaine grinned easily and nodded. "That is correct, Sir,"

"And your grades?"

"I'm a straight A student, sir,"

The principal smiled wider.

"Well, everything seems to be in order. You don't look unstable." he said and Blaine smirked slightly, taking Kurt's hand.

"Thank you sir - I take it I'll be seeing you at Prom too?"

A/N: This is pretty much garbage, I just wanted to get it out. It also seems my 'Enter' button JUST stopped working -.-
To my anonymous reviewer: Geraldine

Holy crap, thank you very much for the praise, really made my day. A story like that IS in the works - for both things you said, I'm still trying to come up with scenarios etc. Thank you so much! I hope I don't disappoint you in the future :D