Chapter 65. | prom i.

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(Jennie's Prom Outfit)

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(Jennie's Prom Outfit)

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J E N N I E

"Babe, I have some good news." Santana announced excitedly as she walked up to my locker. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "I heard that we're one of the nominees for prom king and queen." My girlfriend smiled.

"Wait, does this mean I'm nominated as prom king?" I asked confusedly. "It can be unless you want to be nominated as prom queen." She responded. "No, it's fine. Does this mean I get to wear a tux?" I joked.

"If you want to. I feel like you'd be hot in whatever." Santana smiled. "I'll have to think about it." I said as I shut my locker. She grabbed my hand and we walked hand in hand to our first class of the day. Which is Spanish with Mr. Shue.

Santana and I sat down in our normal seats. I turned around behind me and saw Kurt trying to comfort Rachel. Ever since Rachel choked during her audition, she's been acting like she's going through a midlife crisis.

"Can I just say, for the record, that Carmen Tibideaux is a total bitch." I heard Kurt say. "I mean, she should've let you start over." He added. "She did." Rachel responded.

"I mean, a second time. You killed the beginning of that song. I-I wouldn't be surprised if you got accepted just from that." Kurt told her.

"Kurt, I really appreciate what you're trying to do, but...we all know what happened. All right? I had my chance, and I choked. I choked on a song that I've been singing my entire life. And now it's over, and there's no one to blame but me." Rachel said sadly.

I couldn't help but feel bad for her. I may not like her half of the time but, to choke during a song that you've none since you were a child is devastating.

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