"I've been to Ann Taylor Loft, Filene's Basement, and, like, six Forever 21s, and I cannot find a dress that fits. I'm gonna be forced to make my own dress for prom," Lauren complained as she entered the choir room with Santana, Melanie, and Brittany.
"Don't. You'll seem poor," Brittany stated.
"You're up for Queen. You can't make your own prom dress. Prom is like our Oscars. It's seriously, like, the most important night of our lives," Santana said, dead serious, as she sat down.
"What about getting married?" Melanie questioned, sitting next to her.
"Oh, you can get married as many times as you want. You only have one shot at your Junior Prom," Quinn chimed in, leaning down to join the conversation.
"You know, I don't think prom's that big of a deal. I'm not going," Melanie said casually.
"What?!" Quinn exclaimed in disbelief.
Santana furrowed her brows. "You can't not go to prom," she stated, before turning to Sam. "Trouty Mouth, why aren't you taking her to prom?" she questioned. Sam looked down guiltily.
"It's just one night. If I'm spending that night with someone I care about, does it really matter whether it's in a fancy dress at prom or in sweats at home?" Melanie explained, defending her boyfriend. She glanced up, looking at Sam, who gave her an appreciative smile and leaned down in his seat to give her a quick peck.
"Gross," Brittany muttered, while Santana shot them a judging grimace.
"Yes, it does matter," Santana stated firmly.
"So, not going to prom really doesn't bother you?" Tina asked skeptically.
"Nope," Melanie answered, though a part of her wasn't sure if she was trying to convince them or herself.
"What are you guys talking about?" Mercedes asked, walking into the choir room.
"Prom dresses," Lauren answered.
"Thank God I don't have to worry about that. I'm not going," Mercedes stated, sitting down, though Melanie could tell she was upset about it.
"Why not?" Kurt asked.
"'Cause nobody's asked me," Mercedes replied matter-of-factly.
"There's still time, 'Cedes. I bet there's a guy who wants to ask you and is just nervous," Melanie offered. Mercedes gave her a small smile, appreciating the effort, though it didn't help to lift her mood.
As the bell rang, Mr. Schue wrote Prom on the whiteboard and turned to everyone. "Alright, guys – prom," he began.
"Please tell me we're not doing songs about prom," Sam groaned.
"Nope – we are the prom. Figgins has asked us to perform," Mr. Schue informed them.
"Let's do 'Run Joey Run'!" Rachel suggested enthusiastically, earning questioning looks from everyone else.
"Now, I know this isn't ideal with Nationals coming up, but we don't really have a choice. And we could use the money. But I also know that prom is a special rite of passage. I want to make sure all of you get a chance to enjoy the dance, too. So we're going to stagger the performances so each of you has plenty of time to dance with your dates," he explained. Mercedes looked down at that.
"Excuse me," Mercedes said, quickly getting up and leaving the choir room.
"Is she okay?" Mr. Schue asked, concerned.
"Mercedes doesn't have a date for prom," Quinn answered.
"So? I don't have a date," Brittany stated with a happy shrug. "I'm just going to dance. And then all of your dates are gonna ignore you and come dance with me, so... your dates are really my dates."
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You Drive Me Crazy || Sam Evans
FanfictionYOU DRIVE ME CRAZY | ❝ Everyone else looks right through me but he looks at me and he sees me. ❞ Melanie Park was the new girl she expected to go through high school unseen in the background. That is until she joins the glee club. where she finds no...
