Unlikely Star

Prom-A-Saurus

Prom was here, and this year I didn't have to pretend that I was going with someone else. I was finally a junior, which meant I could go freely. Yet again, Quinn was pushing her and Finn into the limelight for prom king and queen. Posters were hanging everywhere, with her sitting in her chair and him having a dopey look on his face. Nominations hadn't been formally announced yet, but I was sure everyone was going to vote for Quinn considering everything she went through this year. I think this would be one of the few things that would bring her pure joy.

I knew Sam and I were going to Prom together. He just hadn't formally asked me yet. But what if he thinks he doesn't have to ask me because we're already together? I was worrying way too much about this all during my physics class. The school's speaker turned on, causing feedback to feed out through the whole school. Becky's xylophone opening echoed through the hallways. She started out slow, but then began banging the notes quickly and loudly.

"Good morning McKinley High! First of all, for all of those who were thoughtful enough to leave maternity gifts outside my office, both my unborn child and I thank you for your lackluster Cracker Barrel meat-and-cheese medleys, and I'm sure my trash can will find them delicious. Now, it's time to announce this year's Senior Prom Court nominees. For Prom King, your choices are: Rick 'The Stick' Nelson, President Brittany S. Pierce..." I'm sorry what? Brittany nominated for Prom King? Wouldn't put it past the school though. "And also Finn Hudson. And now on to the category we all actually care about, Prom Queen."

"Becky for Prom Queen 2012!" Becky shouted into the microphone.

"Missy Gunderson, Santana Lopez, and... Quinn Fabray." Suddenly, Becky began, what sounded like, trashing Sue's office. She began banging on the xylophone and stormed out of the room. At least she would have next year to get nominated.

***

The only thing anyone was talking about during Glee Club was Prom Court nominations. We had most of the nominees in the choir room, so it made sense. Santana and Brittany announced that they would be campaigning together. "A big congrats to all our nominees," Mr. Schue said. We all filed in and took our seats. "But hey, listen up, we are all winners because Principal Figgins asked the New Directions to sing again this year!"

I know he was trying to hype us up about it, but that was not good news. I didn't want to have to worry about forgetting the words or voice cracking in front of the entire school while I was dancing. "Brittany has an announcement."

Brittany stepped forward, with excitement in her eyes. "Hello my fellow Americans. The theme for this year's prom will be... dinosaur." As in Jurassic Park? Will we have to come in costume? Knowing Brittany, that's a good chance that could happen. "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!"

"Shut it Richard Simmons. Yes, Quinn's my homegirl, but I don't trust her, and I know she doesn't trust me."

"We'll keep each other honest."

"You know, it's actually not a bad idea."

"And last but not least, all hair gel has been banned from prom." Blaine began laughing at Brittany's joke, but I think he doesn't realize she's serious. This hair gel thing is probably some really important issue we haven't heard of that Brittany has elected herself to be the advocate for. "I'm actually not joking. Hair gel was not invented for 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 with hair gel will be turned away at the door. I hereby decree this to be the best prom ever."