The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Prom

Santana, Brittany and I walk into the choir room and the girls had asked me if I'd found my dress yet, which just cued my monologue about how I hadn't, "It's a week until Prom and I've been to Ann Taylor, Loft, Filene's Basement, like six Forever 21s and I can not find a dress that fits. I'm gonna be forced to make my own dress for prom."

Kurt enters the room, hearing this last statement in horror and Brittany shakes her head vigorously, "Don't. You'll seem poor."

I look at her confused on how to react when Santana gets my attention, apparently in alignment with Brittany's statement, "You're up for Queen, you can't make your own dress. Prom's like our Oscars. It's seriously the most important night of our lives.

"What about getting married?"

Quinn, who's been listening to our conversation since we'd entered the choir room, becomes extremely defensive, "Oh, you can get married as many times as you want. You only have one shot at your Junior Prom."

Mercedes enters the room, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Prom dresses," I sigh.

She laughs at me, "Thank God I don't have to worry about that. I'm not going."

"Why not?" Kurt and I ask at the same time.

She starts messing with her nails, mumbling, "'Cause nobody's asked me."

Mr. Schuester does his thing, writing: PROM in big letters, earning a few squeals in response, "Alright, guys, prom."

"Please tell me we're not doing songs about prom," Sam sighs.

Mr. Schuester laughs, discarding the guess, "Nope, we are the prom. Figgins has asked us to perform."

"Let's do Run Joey Run," Rachel yelps, earning a unanimous skeptic look.

Mr. Schue shakes his head, probably trying to shake the memory of 'Run Joey Run' out of his mind, "Now, I know this isn't ideal with Nationals coming up, but we really don't have a choice. And, we could really use the money. But I know that prom is a special rite of passage. I want to make sure that all of you guys get a chance to enjoy the dance, too. So we're gonna stagger the performances so that each and every one of you has a lot of time to dance with your dates."

"Excuse me," Mercedes leaves the choir room.

We all watch her leave then Mr. Schue turns to Kurt and I, her closest friends, "Is she okay?"

Quinn nonchalantly replys before we had the chance to answer, "Mercedes doesn't have a date for prom."

"So? I don't have a date. 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," Britt says, making everyone laugh.

"I mean no one's asked me."

Kurt rolls his eyes at me, taking my hand and leads me to the door, "We'll talk to Mercedes." But Rachel calls us to a halt saying she'll handle the situation.

Later that day Kurt insists on helping me find the right dress, so Tina, Kurt, and Brittany are sitting on the couch of the home ec room as I'm behind a privacy curtain with Santana, trying to put myself into this God awful yellow dress. "Ladies, I appreciate you welcoming me into the sacred inner sanctum that is the prom gown dry run," Kurt thanks even though he dragged me into this.