May 19th, 2011
The Prom

She takes one last look in the mirror before seeing the portrait of Jesus reflecting above her head. The same portrait she tried to ignore the day Noah Puckerman charmed his way into her life (and spankies). Here she was again, over a year later, about to go to Prom with the same guy she wishes she could blame for ruining her life. But she can’t. She wanted it. And she let herself be swayed by his charms . Her mother’s intoning of her name pulls her out of her memories.
She sighs deeply before patting down a stray hair. She can do this. They’re just going as friends. It’s unacceptable for a Prom Queen candidate to attend prom alone. Puck’s just being a friend. Friends. She can do this.
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Puck turns off the engine of his beat up Chevy in front of the Fabray house on Dudley Road and sits in the driver’s seat running his palms through his hair, then once down his pant legs. He psyches himself up, telling himself he’s the man. He laughs at how ridiculous he sounds, even in his own head. He knows this girl. They’re going as friends, no pressure. He can do this.
It was out of the blue that Quinn even asked him to escort her to Prom. Both were left suddenly single, it made sense. He’d always be her second choice, though, and a part of him was okay with that…for now, it was better than nothing. His confessing to loving her scared her away. It was probably best to let her set the pace, if there was even going to be anything to pace.
He rings the doorbell once before Judy Fabray is swinging it open. He feels her eyes on him, looking him up and down; she probably hates the fact that he isn’t wearing a tie, and has a Mohawk…..and knocked up her daughter at 16.
She flashes a forced smile and invites him in.
He shoves his sweaty hands deep in his pockets, playing with the loose change hiding in there while Mrs. Fabray sings “Quinnie” up the stairs.
After what seems like forever (made even worse by the awkward tension) Quinn appears at the top of the steps.
His jaw drops, and he can’t pick it up off the floor. Judy exclaims that she looks like Cinderella, and she does. He only knows who Cinderella is because of his little sister.
He feels underdressed, and is suddenly concerned that Quinn will disapprove and change her mind.
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(Had to publish the fic part on FF.net because it got to be kind of epic in length.)

The Prom

She takes one last look in the mirror before seeing the portrait of Jesus reflecting above her head. The same portrait she tried to ignore the day Noah Puckerman charmed his way into her life (and spankies). Here she was again, over a year later, about to go to Prom with the same guy she wishes she could blame for ruining her life. But she can’t. She wanted it. And she let herself be swayed by his charms . Her mother’s intoning of her name pulls her out of her memories.

She sighs deeply before patting down a stray hair. She can do this. They’re just going as friends. It’s unacceptable for a Prom Queen candidate to attend prom alone. Puck’s just being a friend. Friends. She can do this.

Puck turns off the engine of his beat up Chevy in front of the Fabray house on Dudley Road and sits in the driver’s seat running his palms through his hair, then once down his pant legs. He psyches himself up, telling himself he’s the man. He laughs at how ridiculous he sounds, even in his own head. He knows this girl. They’re going as friends, no pressure. He can do this.

It was out of the blue that Quinn even asked him to escort her to Prom. Both were left suddenly single, it made sense. He’d always be her second choice, though, and a part of him was okay with that…for now, it was better than nothing. His confessing to loving her scared her away. It was probably best to let her set the pace, if there was even going to be anything to pace.

He rings the doorbell once before Judy Fabray is swinging it open. He feels her eyes on him, looking him up and down; she probably hates the fact that he isn’t wearing a tie, and has a Mohawk…..and knocked up her daughter at 16.

She flashes a forced smile and invites him in.

He shoves his sweaty hands deep in his pockets, playing with the loose change hiding in there while Mrs. Fabray sings “Quinnie” up the stairs.

After what seems like forever (made even worse by the awkward tension) Quinn appears at the top of the steps.

His jaw drops, and he can’t pick it up off the floor. Judy exclaims that she looks like Cinderella, and she does. He only knows who Cinderella is because of his little sister.

He feels underdressed, and is suddenly concerned that Quinn will disapprove and change her mind.

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(Had to publish the fic part on FF.net because it got to be kind of epic in length.)

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