You Belong with Me

chapter 15

Rachel POV

ok, so its officially May 31st, which means its the day of prom. the day of girls everywhere running round their house screaming anout not having the right colour of eyeshadow or the wrong shoes. in a strange way i wish i was one of them. i know prom will only be depressing and humiliating and probably just sheer hell, but its also the last night ill get to show the people how awesome i really am. its the last night ill get to feel special with my best friends in the entire world. i still feel really bad about ditching Kurt and Mercedes, but im sure theyll understand.

as im thinking this i hear the doorbell ring downstairs, and run down to answer it. i open the door and am pushed to one side as my best friends storm through the door and up the stairs to my bedroom. i giggle and run upstairs after them and when i get to my room i see them unpacking an unhealthy amount of make up, hair products and fake tan. Mercedes runs past me and back out to the car. a few minutes later she returns with

Rachel: um guys what are doing here, its only (looking at her watch) 2:30? The prom starts at 7:00 and no ones gonna be there until at least 8:00?

Kurt: (him and mercedes both busying themselves setting out make-up, hair products, outfits etc) yeah well, theres a lot of work to do! We have to complete three incredible, jaw-dropping looks in just 4 and a half hours and considering ur still in ur normal person clothes.... this is gonna take a while!

Mercedes: Yes, and we need you to look the best out of all three of us so that you can FINALLY win over lover boy......

Rachel: Yeah, about that, I dont think Im gonna go to the prom......

Rachel POV
Kurt and Mercedes stop dead in their tracks and just stare at me. They both look confused for a few seconds then almost at the same time, they both react in different ways. Kurt just collapses down onto my bed holding his forehead dramatically, while Mercedes screams "WHAT?!"
This makes me jump and confuses and shocks Kurt even more, which causes him to jump up and do the same. Suddenly Im just stuck with these two divas staring at me furiously and looking as if theyre both about to attack me at any moment.... They both glare at me with their mouths open wide. Knowing I had to handle this carefully, I dodged round them, and as their angry eyes followed me round my room, I sat gently down on my desk chair and gestured to my bed for them to sit down on. This seemed to calm them, even if their facial expressions were still exactly the smae as before. And so, with a relaxed and comforting smile, I started speaking.

Rachel: (slowly) Ok, I dont think that it would be the best idea for me to go to prom for several reasons. 1) I know that about half of the people there will be judging me and I dont want to spend my nigt feeling uncomfortable and awkward when i could just stay and feel happy and relaxed....
(checking they were still understanding, their facial expressions are still exactly the same) ok, 2) I know this will sound pathetic, but I know Quinn is gonna be there and by that time, Finn might have forgiven her or something and so I would just be feeling terrible all night... (the two are still in exactly the same position) and 3) what if Finn doesnt like me? I mean, what if this is all in my head and Im just making this up? What if I went up to him and said something along the lines of, "do you wanna dance?" and he said "why would I want to do that?"..... or something? The entire night I would feel awful and regret and..... I dont know..... Im sorry..... (the two are still exactly the same)
Please say something?

Kurt: (voice is raspy) I want to, but my mouth has been open for a while now, and so it is very dry, could be a dear and fetch me some water?

Mercedes: (nods vigorously)

Rachel: (leaping up, kind of awkward) Yes, sure, of course! (runs downstairs quickly to fetch them the water)

Kurt POV

Mercedes: (turns to him, voice is suddenly much better, murmuring quietly ) This is a hot-damn mess.

Kurt: (voice still raspy, turns to her) I know, so what do we do?

Mercedes: We make a scene. You over-react horribly and do not stop until we have walked out that front door with her pretty little ass in that pretty little dress looking so stunning that we look like were dresses in garbage bins compared to her. I will agree with her but while shes being distracted by you, I will be getting her ready, got it?

Rachel: (starts coming back up the stairs)

Kurt: (paniking) ok, but how do i make a scene?

Mercedes: (talking fast, standing up and dragging Kurt up with her) I dont know, yell at her, get angry, just keep acting until i say stop. And whatever you do, do not start fake crying, because then she might cry and that will make doing her make up surreptitiously very difficult!! (goes to stand over by the desk, pretends to be distressed)

Kurt: (still at the side of the bed) what?

Rachel: (comes back in with two glasses of water and two straws) Ok, guys here are your waters as you requested. (looks round at them)

Mercedes: (looks at Kurt, pointedly)

Rachel: (confused) guys?

Kurt: (panics, burst into tears with a loud sob and sinks back down onto the bed)

Mercedes: (facepalm)

Rachel: (runs over, comforts) aww, honey, no, Im so sorry, did you want tea instead?

Kurt: (continues to cry and begins to wail and hiccup between words, voice goes from high to low back to ridiculously hogh within seconds) I.... was just really.....really ....looking forward to us all going to...... prom...... together.... and .... i love you .... and Mercedes..... and i ..... (Mercedes realises that its working and begins to brush Rachels hair out and try different styles. Rachel tries to flick her away and is about to question what she is doing. Kurt, noticing this, screams dramatically) OH GOD!!!

(Rachel and Mercedes both stop what theyre doing and look at Kurt alarmed and confused, he continues to sob like a small child. After a few hours of this going on, with no progress being made and Kurt continuing to wail, Mercedes is sick of this, gives up and begins to get herself ready, once she is all made up and ready to leave, she picks up her water, takes a few sips then walks over to Kurt, stands above him for a few seconds staring blankly at his head, which is still buried inside a hankercheif, and pours the rest of the drink over his head. He leaps up, immediately stops crying and runs to the bathroom to shower, screaming NO)

Rachel: (leaps up as well) What the hell was that?

Mercedes: (gesturing to her attire: jogging shorts and an old t-shirt with her hair in two plaits in either side of her head) What the hell is this?? I thought you promised US, your best friends, that you would come to prom with us and stand up to the populars and look fabulous and not care what Quinn, Finn, or anyone else thought. And here I am, standing here in a beautiful dress ready to go to my prom, when your still in your pyjamas and refusing to go with us, forcing me to pour water all over my other best friend who will never forgive me. And so I ask again, what the hell Rachel??

Rachel: (throws her arms up and sinks back down to the bed, giving up) I dont know, I just... I dont want to remember my prom night as anything other, than perfect. And, I know i have the perfect dress and the perfect friends but... I dont know Mercedes, Im sorry.

Kurt: (returning from the bathroom with a towel tied around his front and going down to below mid-thigh length, with his hair wrapped up in a towel turban and wet clothes in a bundle in his hand. Points at Mercedes, who, with Rachel, is staring at him) NO. (sits down and begins to put on his prom outifit)

(Mercedes looks at Kurt, then Rachel, then back to Kurt, then to her dress, then the mirror, the pn to Rachel, then back to Kurt. She grabs his hand and the rest of his hair gel and clothes and drags him downstairs. He is protesting furiously as she does this and hopping along with one foot in the leg of his suit trousers)

Rachel POV

So that went well.