Glee Prom Part 4

"Welcome to Femme, can I help you?"

"No, thanks, I think we're good," Kurt said, waving the insanely tiny salesgirl off. She rolled her eyes for no particular reason and stalked off.

"Wow, she's got a stick up her butt," Kurt muttered, watching the petite human mannequin walk away.

"Did you see how tight her shorts are? That's the problem," Mercedes giggled.

Kurt clapped and turned to his friends. "Okay, ladies. What are we looking for?"

"Goth, but not too Goth," Tina recited.

"Purple and screaming  'diva,'" Mercedes said next.

Rachel bit her lip. "I'm not sure what I want."

"That's a first," Kurt said under his breath. She gave him a look, but was trying not to smirk. "Let's break into groups. Mercedes and Tina together, and I'll be with Rachel. Sound good?"

Mercedes saluted. "Yes, sir." She and Tina headed to the opposite side of the store.

Kurt led Rachel down the aisles, picking dresses for her and ignoring the comments she gave them. After all, he studied Vogue year-round, and she wore those ridiculous over-grown toddler looks.

"So…"

"So what?" He looked up from a navy blue, full-length, backless gown and into her eyes.

"We were all wondering when Blaine was coming."

Kurt's face didn't change- even though he was confused. "Blaine's not coming," he stated.

"That's not what we think. It's obvious that you two are inseparable, so it just makes sense that he would show up."

"It was supposed to seem like a coincidence," Kurt admitted, looking down guiltily.

Rachel smiled sympathetically. "Blaine may be gay, but I don't think that he spends his Saturdays in the girliest formal dress store in the mall."

"Yeah, probably not," Kurt mused. He looked back at her. "You aren't mad?"

It was her turn to feel confused. "Mad? Why would I be mad?"

"Because Blaine's always with me," Kurt said shyly. "I don't want you to feel like he's taken your place."

Rachel's eyes widened. "Oh, no, Kurt! We don't think that at all." She gave him a bright smile. "Really, you wouldn't believe how happy we are for you! Everybody loves Blaine, and the two of you love each other." Some the happiness slipped from her expression. And compared to the beginning of this year, it's a huge improvement. Remember 'Come On Get Happy?'"

He smiled vaguely.

"I'm serious, Kurt. It was terrible to watch you like that- you were so lonely. Somebody like Blaine is exactly what you needed. You practically glow with happiness now. Everybody notices, and that's what we all want to see."

He was blushing a little. "Thanks, Rachel." He paused, then remembered what they were doing. "Oh, your dress!" He looked down at the heap of silk and bright patterns he had handed to Rachel. "I think eight's a good number to start with, don't you think?"

She didn't have time to answer, because he had already started walking to where Mercedes and Tina were waiting by the dressing rooms.

"Show me everything," he ordered, "or I will strangle you all."

"That's sweet," a voice behind him said.

"Hi, Blaine," the girls chorused.

"Hello, ladies." He turned to Kurt. "Surprise."

Kurt sighed. "You're too late. They already know." He shot them a sideways glance.

"Yeah, 'cause we're just smart like that," said Mercedes proudly.

Kurt glared at them. "Less talking, more trying on!" He waved them away. "Go!"

Blaine laughed as they sat down on a fluffy pink couch near the archway to the dressing rooms. "You're very serious about this, aren't you?"

"Prom is no joking matter, Blaine Anderson."

"I can see that." He looked away to hide his smile. Kurt knew what Blaine was thinking. He didn't mind. He rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, wrapping his arm around Kurt.

"I don't know. Kurt smiled at what he said next. "I just really, really, really like you."

"I really, really, really like you too." He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend.

Then a camera snapped.

"In the dictionary, next to 'sofrickinadorable,' there's this picture of them," Tina said, watching the two. Mercedes and Rachel nodded and agreement, looking at the little photo on the first girl's phone.

Kurt and Blaine pulled apart, embarrassed.

"Here," Mercedes said, taking the phone from Tina. "Send this to Merriam-Webster, and tell them that this is a word."

"Oh, God, no!" Kurt exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. Mercedes held the phone away from him, still typing.

"'Dear Mr. Merriam and Mr. Webster…' I hope they're both boys! 'I have a suggestion for a new word to go in your dictionary. It is sofrickinadorable…'" Her fingers were tapping furiously at the iPhone's screen.

Kurt finally wrenched the phone out of her hands and deleted the picture. "There you go, Tina," he said, handing the phone back.

"Party pooper," she grumbled before putting her phone back in her purse.

"So about the dresses," Mercedes prompted.

"Oh yeah!" Kurt said, mentally smacking himself in the head. "Let me see."

The girls each posed so he could see what they were wearing. His eyes fell on Tina. "Oh my God."

"I know, right?" she said, bubbling with happiness. She was wearing a flirty, white silk dress, with a dramatic black-and-gray pattern on it. "I love it. It's exactly what I wanted."

"Buy it, girl!" Mercedes squealed, hugging he best friend.

Two hours and thirteen more round of dresses later, the girls, Kurt, and Blaine were ready to take a coffee break. Tina had bought her dress, and it was a steal, because not many shoppers wanted something so spooky. Mercedes got a fluffy purple dress that almost resembled a tutu on her ninth try. Rachel didn't find anything, and left almost in tears.

They got to the Lima Bean and Kurt headed to the front to order. "I'll have a nonfat mocha, and a medium drip for that guy." He pointed to Blaine.

Mercedes stepped up to order for the girls, and Tina sat at a table in the corner with Rachel, trying to comfort her. "You know my coffee order?" Blaine asked Kurt teasingly.

***

"I don't see what the big deal is," Finn admitted. "It's just prom."

"'Just prom?' 'JUST PROM?'" Quinn heaved a huge sigh over the phone. "Finn, prom is the most important day in a girl's life, not including her wedding."

"So wait to go crazy until your wedding, then," Finn replied.

"You mean our wedding?"

He froze, the handful of Doritos pausing halfway to his mouth. "What? We're getting married?"

"Of course we are," she sounded irritated, as if this fact was obvious. "We'll get married, have kids in Lima. You'll take Kurt's dad's tire shop, and I'll be a realtor or something. I told Rachel, and she agreed." That wasn't entirely true. Although Quinn had told Rachel, the other girl didn't believe her and stormed off. Well, close enough.

"You seem to have this all figured out," he said. He didn't know any other way to answer what she just said.

"Yes, I do, but that's not the point. The point is, you need to rent a limo and wear a tux. That is, if you still want me as a date." The question hung in the air for a minute. Quinn waited nervously on the other line, hoping she hadn't gambled too much.

Finn pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to get off the phone with Quinn- whenever he got on her bad side he got a headache. "Uh. Yeah, whatever. No problem. I've gotta go- the game's on." He hung up with her, not letting her say goodbye, hoping that the rhythmic sound of dribbling basketballs would soothe his pounding head.

***

"Hey, Puckerman."

Puck turned to the sound of his girlfriend's voice on Monday. "Hey, babe, what's goin' on?"

Lauren Zizes rolled her eyes. "I'll make it fast. You've done a decent job of wooing me-"

"So I can get in your pants now?" Puck asked excitedly, his eyes lighting up.

"No. You're not there yet." His face fell. "BUT I do think you deserve a reward, since you've been doing pretty well. I'm going to let you take me to prom."

"Seriously?!"

"Yup. But don't mess it up, 'cause I don't really want to go, so I can take it back like that." She snapped her navy-painted finger nails in front of his face. "'Kay?"

"Yeah, totally." He was grinning like an idiot.

"Good." Lauren looked him up and down appreciatively, which she rarely did. She didn't like to let it slip that she actually returned his feelings for her. She quickly recovered and shoved her books to his chest. "Carry these, boy."

"Of course." He watched her lead the way to Math class, but hung back. "YES!!" he scream-whispered, punching the air. Passersby watched him in amazement. Nobody knew what the former womanizer saw in Lauren Zizes.

"Puckerman!" Lauren yelled from ahead.

"Coming!" Puck ended his celebration and followed his girlfriend to class.
END OF PART 4