Come What May

Chapter 21

Santana stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. It was Prom Night. She was going with Quinn and Brittany. Neither of them had dates. Well, they got asked, but they had all agreed to go together. Nicholas smiled at her.
"Do you think mami looks pretty?" She picked him up. He clapped his hand. "I'll take that as a yes." She kissed him. She walked downstairs.
"Mija, you look beautiful." Carlos smiled.
"Gracias."
"Stand next to your father. I'm going to take pictures." Her mother grabbed the camera. "Smile." She told them and took a picture.
She took a few with her father and then with her mother. A few with Nicholas and then some by herself.
Quinn honked the horn.
"Tell them to come inside. We need pictures." After a million photos they were on their way.
"Jesus, I'm pretty sure your mom wanted to do a photoshoot." Quinn said.
"If my papi didn't stop her I'm sure she would have staged a photoshoot." Santana laughed.
They arrived to the location where Prom was being held at. They entered the building and posed for a picture that the photographer was taking.
Many teens were already there when they arrived. Music was loudly playing from the speakers. She hadn't been to a dance or a party in the longest. It was all weird for her now.
Old Santana would have loved being in that room. Dancing with the guys and with Brittany. Grinding up against the boys and teasing them. Maybe even drink from the bottles of beers that people snuck in somehow.
She certainly wasn't enjoying it now. She hadn't even touched alcohol in forever. She didn't want to be touched by anyone that she wasn't familiar with. She didn't even want to try to get in between the million of horny boys.
She took a seat at a table with Quinn and Brittany. Brittany soon spotted Artie and went to dance with him.
"You want some punch?" Santana asked
"Sure." Quinn nodded. She went to get some punch and quickly made her way back. She took a sip.
"It's already been spiked." Santana set the cup down. She could drink if she wanted to. She wasn't breastfeeding anymore, but she preferred to stay sober for various other reasons.
"Seriously, can these people not go an hour without drinking alcohol?" Quinn rolled her eyes. Quinn did drink occasionally. It wasn't really her thing. If she needed a distraction she would smoke. She had yet to kick the habit, but at least she wasn't going through 2 packs a day like before. She was proud to say that she only smoked once every three months or so.
"I bet the jocks did it. They can't have fun without being buzzed."
"Neither can the Cheerios. We used to drink at every party." Quinn shook her heading thinking back. "It would always end the same. We would stumble out. Brittany would be half naked, I would be cussing a storm off and you would be crying with your mascara running down your face. Good old memories."
"That was before all the bullshit of getting knocked up. Man, who would have thought that 2 out of 3 of us would get knocked up before even graduating."
"Definitely not innocent Lucy Q."
"The good church girl. I remember those days." Santana smiled.
"Let's pray." She mimicked Quinn.
"Shut up!" Quinn punched her.
"Ouch, don't damage the artwork."
"Artwork, my ass." Quinn snorted. "You wanna dance?"
"I'd thought you'd never asked."
She let it all loose. All the stress and the worries. Maybe just for tonight she wouldn't have to worry about anything. She found that while she was relaxed everything became more bearable. She could forget all the horny boys and the buzzed punch. She was there to enjoy herself and she'd be damned if she didn't at least enjoy 5 minutes of it.
She laughed as Quinn did a ridiculous dance move.
"Fabray, you look stupid."
"Don't be jealous of my dance moves."
"I would rather listen to Mr. Schue rapping than watch you dance."
"Oh c'mon, I can't be that bad." Quinn pouted.
"Watch and learn, Fabray." Santana began to show off her dance moves. They were just as bad as Quinn's.
"To think that after all the choreography we did the two head Cheerios can't dance." Quinn laughed.
A slow song started playing. They stared at each other and just decided to go with it. Santana had slow danced with Brittany before so it wasn't uncomfortable, but she wasn't sure how Quinn felt. She didn't seem tense so she just assumed that Quinn didn't mind either.
They went to sit down as the Prom Queen and King were announced. Rachel and Finn won. They watched them dance and the dance came to close.
"You wanna go to an after party?"
"No." She'd rather be snuggled up next to Nicholas.
"Me either. Britt, you going to an after party?"
"Yeah. Don't worry about me. Cedes will drop me off. See ya, San. Bye Q."
Santana changed into her pajamas and the went to check on Nicholas who was sound asleep in his crib. She picked him up and brought him to the bed.
She stared at the wall. Old Santana would have definitely been at the after party. She would have already been drunk when she got there. She'd probably dance with some dudes and then hook with some random chick. That's how it usually went.
New Santana couldn't wait till she got home to snuggle with her son. She wanted to come home and be with him. He made her happy. A lot happier than a party ever could. She would much rather spend a quiet evening with her son than be at a party. It was crazy how much she had changed in a year. A year ago she would have killed to be at that party and now there she was enjoying a quaint night with her baby boy.
It surprised her how her son changed her for the better. He was a blessing in disguise and she would forever be grateful for him being in her life.

I've never been to a Prom in my life so I just kind of based this off the movies.
Also, 2 more chapters left and then the story is going to wrap up.
Hope y'all enjoy.
~LintheskywithDiamonds 💎🌟💫