𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩 || s.evans

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣

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    Prom is this weekend. Am i happy about it? No. Do i feel like i'll be forced? Yes.

    But i do love getting all dressed up for a few hours and getting told i look good. Because i know i do and it's good when people say it.

    But i'm slowly backing out of going to Prom. Since everything that went down last week, i'm still getting asked about... it. As if it was a choice i made out of  the blue on a random Tuesday.

    But i wouldn't mind going if someone asked.

    Willow sat in the choir room listening to everyone else talk about prom dresses and whatnot. Sam took the seat next to her and threw his arm around her chair.

    Kurt took the other spot on the opposite side of her and tapped her leg. "Are you going to Prom?" he asked.

    "Nope. I've got a better plan." she smiled as she looked straight ahead.

    "Better than Prom?" Sam asked as he glanced at her.

    "I'm gonna get all dressed up, drive to Breadstix, eat my favorite meal and dessert.. go to the movies maybe, take a walk in the park.. and go home," she smiled. "It gets my mom off my back and i get to enjoy myself."

    "Honestly that sounds like a great idea. Can i join?" Mercedes asked without looking to her friend. Willow looked at Kurt who gave her the same look.

    "You're not going?" she asked. The girl shook her head.

    "Why not?"

    "Because nobody's asked me." she put plainly.

    Mr. Schuester went into effect not letting anyone say another word after he wrote 'PROM' on the board "All right, guys, prom."

    "Please tell me we're not doing songs about prom." Sam begged.

    "Nope. We are the prom." the man announced. Willow shot him a dirty look. "Figgins has asked us to perform."

    "Let's do 'Run, Joey, Run'." Rachel beamed.

    "Hell no. Not after last year.." Willow shot down.

    "Now, i know this isn't ideal, with nationals coming up, but we really don't have a choice. And we could really use the money," He took the stool by his side and sat on it. "But i know that prom is a special rite of passage. I wanna make sure all of you get a chance to enjoy the dance, too. So, we're gonna stagger the performances so that each and every one of you has a lot of time to dance with your dates-"

    "Excuse me." Mercedes mumbled as she took up from her seat and left.

    "Is she okay?"

    "Mercedes doesn't have a date for prom." Quinn answered.

    "So? I don't have a date," Birttany shrugged. "I'm just going to the dance, and then all your dates are going to ignore you and come dance with me. So, your dates are really my dates." she said touching her heart.

    "We should go talk to Mercedes.." Kurt said tapping Willows leg. She was ready to to with him but Rachel put her arm out to stop them.

    "No. Let me." she said before leaving.

    Willow took her seat again. "All right.. We'll uhh.. get back to this later, then." their teacher said as he stood back up.

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