Road To Nationals // Hunter Clarington

{Chapter 4} 5 : 02

Rose's POV

"Mija, Hunter's here." My mother's Cuban accent rings through the house. "I'll be right down, mom." I yell back. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. This is it. My last chance at being remembered as something in this school. "Mija?" Her voices sounds again. Before walking out the door, I collect my phone, some money, and my black clutch.

After making it to the stairs, I hold up my dress slightly and start to make my way down. "Oh, Mija." I hear my mother gush. Upon looking up, I see Hunter standing there in a tux with a baby blue tie to match my dress. His jaw is dropped. I blush as I make my way over to him. "Careful, you might catch flies." I joke and he closing his mouth. "Here." He shakes off his embarrassment and takes a white corsage out of a plastic box. As he wraps it around my left wrist, I smile. Then I take his bundle of white flowers and place it in its spot on his tux.

"Picture time!" My mom exclaims. Dad and Sofie walk in. Sofie runs over to me and wraps her arms around my waist in a hug. I react to her embrace quickly. "Alright, alright." Mom interrupts. I laugh quietly. Here we go.

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"Ready?" Hunter questions. Nodding my head, we step closer to the gymnasium doors. We walk in with linked arms. It seems that Tina has just walked in also. She is standing at the front of a 'v' of girls, her 'dates'. Everyone had turned to face her for a moment. She smiles cockily before locking eyes with me. Her smile drops. A few people turn around, and before I know it, everyone's eyes are on Hunter and I. Blushing slightly, Hunter leads me through the crowd of students to the stage.

"Congratulations, New Directions, on accomplishing the impossible: you've made me hate The Beatles. Your nominations for Prom King are: Stoner Brett, Blaine Anderson, Artie Abrams, Hunter Clarington, and that Radical Cleric kid. And now your nominees for Prom Queen: Neck-brace Cheerio, Asian number one, Kitty I-forget-your-last-name, Rose Knight, and... some other chick. And now for the moment you've all been waiting for because your lives are so devoid of meaning something like this seems very important." Sue speaks.

I roll my eyes. "There's been a tie. This can't be right. Okay, what the hell do I care, huh? Your first set of Prom King and Prom Queen are... Stoner Brett and Tina Cohen-Chang." Everyone cheers and for Tina it seems like everything is in slow-motion. A crown is placed on Brett and Tina's heads. Then red liquid falls all over Tina. I cover my mouth with my hands. Tina runs off and we follow her.

"We need to get you out of those wet clothes and into something dry." Marley says as we walk into the choir room. "Just leave me like this! I swear, I just thought for one lousy night of my life, I could be that girl." Tina sobs. "But who am I kidding? I am not that girl, and I will never be that girl!" Tina begins to storm off. "Tina, where are you going?" Sam asks. "I'm going home, Sam!" She yells. "Okay, Tina, stop. You have two choices, and whichever one you pick, we will be supportive. But we can either drive you home, or we can clean you up, and you can go back out there and own that prom. This is your prom, Queen T." Blaine comforts her.

"I can't go back in there. I don't even have a dress to wear." Tina sobs. "You can have mine." Kitty tells her. "Or mine." Marley adds. "Or mine. Although it would be a crime to break this look." Unique laughs. "Tina, take mine." I look at her. "Why would you give your's to me? I've been nothing but awful to you this week." She inquires. "Because your, like, my best friend. I would give up anything for you." I answer. "No, Rose keep your dress." She responds. "Come on, Tina. We're all with you. You want to be that girl? Then go be that girl." Blaine insists. Tina takes a towel from Artie and wipes her face.

[Blaine]

Hey, Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better