You Drive Me Crazy || Sam Evans

54. Prom-asaurus

"Okay!" Mr. Schue clapped his hands together. "A big congrats to all our prom nominees! But hey, listen up. We're all winners because Principal Figgins asked New Directions to sing again this year! Come on!" he announced enthusiastically.

Melanie smiled, clapping excitedly—she had loved prom last year.

"Fantastic," Puck muttered, far less eager.

"All right, Brittany has an announcement," Mr. Schue said, stepping aside.

"Hello, my fellow Americans. The theme for this year's prom will be..." Brittany paused for dramatic effect, tapping her feet in a drumroll. "Dinosaurs."

"Sheer genius," Santana nodded approvingly.

"I was inspired by the new girl, Joe, who reminds me of a cavewoman. The refreshments will be berries, meat, and rainwater. As you are no doubt aware, the U.S. elections are riddled with corruption. Therefore, to keep the prom elections completely aboveboard, I have appointed Santana and Quinn to count the ballots," she explained with a confident grin.

"What? That makes no sense!" Kurt protested.

"Shut it, Richard Simmons," Santana quipped. "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 added with a nod.

"You know, it's actually not a bad idea," Mercedes agreed.

"And last but not least, all hair gel has been banned from the prom," Brittany declared.

"Right," Blaine laughed, shaking his head.

"I'm actually not joking. Hair gel was not invented until almost 30 million years after the Upper Paleolithic Stone Age," Brittany added seriously, making Blaine freeze. "And frankly, I don't like the way you look. Therefore, anyone who shows up to prom wearing hair gel will be turned away at the door."

Sam did a little fist pump, excited he didn't have to use any hair gel, while Melanie rolled her eyes with a small chuckle.

"I hereby decree this to be the best prom ever!" Brittany exclaimed excitedly.

"Okay..." Mr. Schue said slowly, trying to rein in the chaos. "Let's start thinking of dinosaur songs."

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Melanie sat at their usual table in the cafeteria, absently poking at her salad while Blaine sat across from her, clearly distressed. Tina sat beside him, trying—and failing—not to look too amused.

"Brittany's ban on hair gel is insane," Blaine complained, frustratedly.

Melanie shared a glance with Tina, both of them struggling to hide their grins. "No, I'm serious!" Blaine continued, catching their expressions. "There are going to be balloons all over the place—not to mention the taffeta and the silk blends. The sheer amount of static electricity in that room is going to be terrifying!"

"Dude, it's just one night," Mike said, giving Blaine a light pat on the shoulder.

"You don't get it," Blaine huffed, looking exasperated. "None of you have ever seen me without hair gel... not even Kurt. My hair is baby-fine. It's gonna go wild!"

Mercedes, tried to stifle her laughter at Blaine's dramatics but failed miserably, letting out a snort.

"No, I'm serious!" Blaine repeated, throwing his hands up. "I'm going to look like Medusa. It's not funny. I don't want to go." He slumped forward, resting his head on the table in defeat.