𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐫𝗼𝗺- 𝐀- 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬

"A big congrats to all our prom nominees!" Mr Schuester came in and I turned to Santana clapping. "Whoo! Whoo!" I cheered and she pushed me playfully.

"But, hey, listen up. We are all winners, because Principal Figgins asked New Directions to sing again this year! Come on!" He cheered and we all clapped. "Brittany had an announcement." Mr Schuester got out the way. "Hello my fellow Americans." Brittany smiled. "The theme for this year's prom will be..." She drummed her feet. "Dinosaurs."

"Genius." Me and Santana cheered her on and she winked at us. "Thank you, citizens. I was inspired by the new girl Joe, who reminds me of a cavewomen. The refreshments will be berries, meat and rainwater. As you are no doubt aware, the U.S elections are riddled with corruption. Therefor, to keep the prom elections completely aboveboard, I have appointed Santana and Quinn to count the ballots."

"What? That makes no sense!" Kurt looked at her confused.

"Shut it, Richard Simmons." Santana insulted. "Yes, Quinn's my homegirl but I don't trust her, and you know she doesn't trust me."

"We'll keep each other honest." Quinn smiled.

"And last but not least, all hair gel has been banned from the prom." Brittany said and Blaine laughed. "Right."

"I'm actually not joking. Hair gel was not invented until almost thirty million years after the Upper Paleolithic Stone Age. And ,frankly, i don't like the way you look. Therefore, anyway who shows up to prom wearing hair gel will be turned away at the door. I hereby decree this to be the best prom..." Brittany whispered. "ever."

"Okay...let's start thinking of....dinosaur songs?" Mr Schuester said and me and Santana stood up clapping for Brittany.

TIME SKIP.

"Kurt and Blaine and I are throwing an anti-prom party." Rachel said and I looked at her confused. "That makes zero sense."

"No, Y/n, look, it's a party for those of us who maybe feel a little disenfranchised by the actual prom. It makes perfect sense. Oh, and I got us a hotel room at Lima's best hotel, The Red Rooster Express Suite, and everyone's invited."

"You're supporting this?" Quinn looked over at Finn who nodded. "I'm supporting her, and i'll be there as soon as I'm done fulfilling my obligations."

"The mood will be celebratory, the food will be catered, the libations will be plentiful, and the dress code will be creative black tie." Kurt explained and Rachel turned back to the class. "Optional, optional, optional. And keeping up with the anti-prom theme, everyone is welcome, and unlike the actual prom, which ends at eleven p.m., ours goes until the wee hours of the night. It's where the fun's at, you guys."

"Okay," Santana rolled her eyes. "how is everyone welcome when this is clearly a party for you and the two gay Winklevii twins?"

"Actually, Santana, we've invited most of McKinley's underclassmen."

"I'm in." Puck said and I groaned. "Dude, what about spiking the punch bowl? Isn't that you're tradition or something?"

"Yeah," Artie agreed with me. "I almost lost my teeth last time."

"It's impossible." Puck shrugged. "Plus it's a bummer, always failing at everything."

"Can we just talk about what this really is?" Santana looked over at me. "Rachel Berry isn't getting her way so she's punishing the rest of us."

"Santana that's not the case at all." Rachel smiled and Santana stood up. "Stop acting like you're fine and start dealing with your shit. Look, you choked at your big audition. I get it. I'm sorry, but it happens. And I understand that you're pissed off at the universe, but imploding on one of the last nights that we have to spend together because, basically, you're just not in the mood to dance is maybe the pettiest thing you have ever done. So have fun at your 'i'm the victim' party, acting like you're not some selfish, self-centered, lame ass wannabe diva from hell, because me, i'm going to go to my senior prom with my girlfriend and my friends." Santana walked out and I followed into the empty hallway. "Don't you think that was a little harsh?"