The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Prom-asaurus?

The P. A system made a humming noise before Becky Jackson played the xylophone, cueing Coach Sue's announcement for Prom Court, "Good morning, McKinley High! First of all, to those of you thoughtful enough to leave maternity gifts outside my office, both I and my unborn child thank you for your lackluster Cracker Barrel meat-and-cheese medleys, and I'm sure that my trash can will find them delicious. Now it's time to announce this year's Senior Prom Court nominees. Your choices for Prom King are Rick "The Stick" Nelson. President Brittany S. Pierce. That's weird. And also, Finn Hudson. And now on to the category we all really care about: Prom Queen. Becky for Prom Queen 2012! Missy Gunderson. Santana Lopez. And Quinn Fabray. Congratulations to all our nominees Becky, Becky, Becky! That's an antique!"

Puck hits his shoulder against mine as we walk into Glee, getting my attention. I turn and smile at him before he directs me to the seats. Rachel and Finn walk in shortly after us, talking about the Prom, "In what world would I ever be nominated for Prom Queen?"

"Well, I voted for you. And I got that crossed-eyed dude in my study hall to vote for you, too," Finn admits to his fiancée.

Rachel stands on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my brother's neck, "That's very sweet of you, but I'm not upset at all actually, because I am gonna be spending my entire prom night dancing with my devastatingly handsome future husband to be. We'll make your posters later, okay?"

As per usual, Mr. Schuester rushes into the room, "Okay! A big congrats to all our prom nominees! But, hey, listen up. We are all winners, because Principal Figgins asked New Directions to sing again this year! Come on! Fantastic. All right. Brittany has an announcement."

The blonde Cheerio! stands in front of the Club, "Hello, my fellow Americans. The theme for this year's prom will be "Dinosaurs"."

"Sheer genius," her girlfriend smiles.

"Thanks. 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."

"What? That makes no sense!" Rachel gasps as if it pertains to her.

"Shut it, Richard Simmons," Santana snips. "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 reassures.

"You know, It's actually not a bad idea," I admit, thinking logically about the competition between the two and that if they do it together there wouldn't be any accusations of cheating or ballot stuffing.

Britt's smile brightens when she hears that I agree with her delegation, "And last but not least, all hair gel has been banned from the prom."

I start laughing hysterically, looking back at Blaine the Hair Gel Queen. Rachel, who's sitting in front of Klaine, looks horrified but Blaine chuckles to himself, rolling his eyes, clearly not believing Britt, "Right."

"I'm actually not joking. Hair gel was not invented until almost 30 million years after the Upper Paleolithic Stone Age. 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. I hereby decree this to be the best prom ever."

As Britt skips back to her seat, Mr. Schue watched her amused by the entirety of the last 5 minutes, "Okay. Let's start thinking of dinosaur songs."

The next day in Glee, Rachel and Klaine excitedly stand by the piano, waiting for everyone's attention so she can announce their big news. "So Kurt and Blaine and I are throwing an anti-prom party."