𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Prom Queen

a/n - things might start to get a little crazy here...just go with it 😅

trigger warning for eating disorder thoughts

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"This is a bad idea...You're hurt."

"Yeah, and so are you," the blonde boy stated. "Forget about her, okay? She doesn't care about either of us."

He connected their lips again, one hand roaming up her thigh and squeezing her hip.

"W-Wait," Jayden said, placing a hand on his chest. "She's gonna kill you if she finds out."

"She doesn't have to know," Sam shook his head.

"You have to swear to secrecy," Jayden demanded. "This is nothing more than a one time thing, and we forget this ever happened, okay?"

"Okay," Sam nodded.

"Promise me," Jayden begged. "We don't tell Santana or Brittany."

"They won't know a thing," Sam whispered as he crashed their lips together again.

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Jayden chewed on the straw of her Oreo and Reese's milkshake as she walked into the choir room with her girlfriend, Lauren, and Santana. She briefly made eye contact with Sam before looking away, sipping slowly on her drink to make it last as long as possible.

"I've been to Ann Taylor Loft, Filene's Basement, and, like, six Forever 21s, and I cannot find a dress that fits," Lauren said. "I'm gonna be forced to make my own dress for prom."

"Don't, you'll seem poor," Brittany said as they sat down. She pulled Jayden into her lap and kissed her cheek.

"You're up for queen," Santana frowned, pretending not to care about the couple sitting behind her. "You can't make your own prom dress. Prom is like our Oscars. It's seriously, like, the most important night of our lives."

"What about getting married?" Jayden mumbled around the straw of milkshake, shivering a little as the cold drink chilled her.

"Oh, you can get married as many times as you want," Quinn said. "You only have one shot at your junior prom."

"But I'm a sophomore," Jayden frowned.

"And you're my date, so you're an honorary junior for the night," Brittany grinned.

"What are you guys talking about?" Mercedes asked as she walked in and took a seat.

"Prom dresses," Lauren grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Thank God I don't have to worry about that," Mercedes rolled her eyes. "I'm not going."

"Why not?" Kurt asked, frowning.

"Because nobody's asked me."

The bell rang, and Mr. Schue walked into the room. He wrote PROM on the board and underlined it before turning around to face the group of teenagers.

"Alright, guys," he began. "Prom."

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

"Nope. We are the prom," Mr. Schue said as Jayden frowned and furrowed her brows confusedly. "Figgins has asked us to perform."

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

"No," Jayden mumbled, leaning her head back onto Brittany's shoulder as she continued to sip her milkshake. "Brittsy, can we go to McDonald's after this? I want french fries really bad. Oh! And a cinnamon roll. They have amazing cinnamon rolls. Please?"