I think this is going to be the last chapter.
Since this all takes place at Prom - or, my version of Prom - and it's pretty conclusive and stuff, so... yeah.
Reviews would be lovely :)
And, although I apparently have some kind of magical power where I can predict future story lines, I don't actually own Glee.
The McKinley High Closet Case Alliance Part Five
It was Prom night, and Dave and Santana walked hand in hand into the decorated school Gym after a cramped limo ride with Azimio, a bunch of other jocks and their excitable dates, mainly Cheerios. Although they'd come together as a couple, they both immediately scanned the crowd until they found the people that they wished they could be there with. The Glee Club were all sitting around the same table, so it wasn't difficult. Santana couldn't help but sigh when she saw Brittany, who was wearing a short hot pink dress with her hair left out so she kind of looked like a Barbie doll, and was happily talking to Artie. Dave couldn't help but frown a little when he saw Kurt, who was dressed just as wonderfully weird as ever – it kind of looked like he was wearing a skirt – and was laughing with Blaine.
"I have a feeling this is going to be one depressing Prom," said Santana as they stood at the punch bowl.
"Well at least you look really hot tonight," said Dave with sad smile.
Santana nodded. "That's true, I really do look awesome. I better be careful not to stain this dress though. I kept the tags on so I can take it back tomorrow."
They both chuckled, taking hold of each other's hands again.
"You look great in a tux, by the way, Davey-bear," she said with a smirk.
Dave rolled his eyes and smiled. "Thanks."
They managed to get through most of Prom without much drama, but it was mainly the fact that they were with each other that got them through it all. Every now and again Santana couldn't help but look over at Brittany and Artie, and Dave couldn't help but look over at Kurt and Blaine, but they had each other there as a nice distraction from all the pining.
They applauded politely with everyone else once the Prom King and Queen was announced ("Quinn and Finn, wow, what a surprise." "I know right. This school is so predictable."), and sat down at an empty table to watch everyone slow dance. They didn't really feel like dancing themselves. Dave watched as Kurt and Blaine slow danced together, holding each other close. Blaine was mouthing the words to the love song playing as they stared into each other's eyes and smiled. Santana watched as Brittany sat on Artie's lap and he slowly revolved his chair around in time to the music. For a second Santana caught Brittany's eye over Artie's shoulder, and the mutual longing and regret that pasted between them was just too much to take.
"I can't do this anymore," Santana suddenly said, before standing up and rushing out of the room.
Dave chased after her until he managed to stop her in a deserted hallway. When he caught up with her and turned her around her face was streaked with tears.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.
"I can't... I can't do it," she sobbed. "I can't sit in there and... and watch her with him... when I know... that she should be with me. I... I should be the one dancing with her in there... not him. He'll never love her like I do... no one will ever love her like I do..."
As Dave wrapped his arms around her, a soft voice from behind them said "Really?"
They turned around, startled, and Santana's breath caught in her throat when she saw Brittany a few feet from them.
"You really love me?" she said quietly, taking a few steps towards them.
Santana didn't say anything. She just tried to wipe the tears off her face. She was sure her make-up was ruined.
"You said you were over me," said Brittany. "You said I was just a phase and that now you're dating Karofsky."
"Actually we're just friends," said Dave, ignoring the look that Santana gave him.
"I... I don't get it," said Brittany.
"Just forget it, Britt," said Santana, shaking her head. "Go back to your boyfriend, I'm sure he's wondering where you are."
"I can't," said Brittany. "I can't go back in there, not without you. I couldn't break up with Artie because I didn't want to hurt him, but hurting you is so much worse."
A single tear rolled down Brittany's cheek, and Santana had to use a lot to willpower not to start crying again. Dave stood to one side, not wanting to get in the way.
"Come back inside with me, Santana," said Brittany. "Dance with me."
Santana wiped away some fresh tears. "I don't know if I can. I mean... in front of everyone."
"It doesn't matter," Brittany insisted, taking hold of both of Santana's hands. "Who cares what everyone thinks? Let them all say what they want. I just want to slow dance at my Prom with the girl I love."
Santana smiled, not even bothering to wipe away her tears now. "What about Artie?"
Brittany frowned. "I do really care about him. But I love you more. He'll understand."
She reached up and brushed the tears off Santana's cheek, and Santana leaned into her touch.
"So will you dance with me now?" she asked. "And maybe... be my girlfriend?"
Santana didn't know what to say. She was too emotional to speak, so all she could do was nod. Brittany grinned and pulled her into a tight hug.
"You don't mind if I steal your date, do you, Karofsky?" she said over Santana's shoulder.
Dave shook his head, smiling. "I don't mind at all. I'm really happy for you guys."
Santana let go of Brittany and went over to Dave, kissing him on her cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Don't mention it," he said with a smile.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine! Go dance with your girlfriend."
They grinned at each other before making their way back inside, Dave hanging back a little as Santana and Brittany held each other's pinky fingers. A different slow song was playing now, and Brittany lead Santana to the middle of the dance floor, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close. Santana had never felt so happy. She smiled as she stared into Brittany's eyes, ignoring everything else around her. She was sure that people were looking at them, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but Brittany – anything but her girlfriend.
"You look so beautiful tonight," Brittany whispered. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
And then they were kissing, right there in the middle of the dance floor, in front of everyone. And Santana didn't even care. Let them think whatever they want. Let them do their worst. She finally had her Brittany, her beautiful, perfect, wonderfully simple Brittany. That was all that mattered.
Dave sat by himself at a table, smiling sadly as he watched Santana slow dance with Brittany, kissing her right there in front of everyone. He was so happy that she was finally happy. He knew that Santana wanted this more than anything, and he was glad that she was finally being brave. And if anyone gave Santana any grief after tonight he'd be right by her side to stick up for her. He may not be her fake boyfriend anymore, but she was still his best friend.
Dave looked up to see Kurt standing next to him.
"Hi," he said awkwardly.
"So I see you don't have a date anymore," said Kurt with a smirk.
"Yeah," Dave said, smiling.
"Well you can't spend your entire Junior Prom sitting here by yourself," said Kurt. "Would you like to dance?"
Dave raised his eyebrows. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," said Kurt, smiling. "Come on, David, don't act like you don't want to."
Dave blushed a little bit. It was true, he did want to. But he wasn't sure if he could. Not in front of all these people.
"What about your boyfriend?" he said, trying not to sound too bitter. "Won't he be pissed that you're asking another guy to dance?"
"Are you kidding?" Kurt scoffed. "It's was Blaine's idea. So are you going to dance with me or not?"
Dave laughed in spite of himself. He looked over at Santana, who was still slow dancing with Brittany and kissing her happily. If she could do it, he could do it too.
"Sure," he said, standing up. "Okay."
Kurt smiled, and they made their way to the dance floor. Dave noticed to that Blaine was dancing with Mercedes, and smiled when he saw him and Kurt together. This was so weird, but in a good way. Dave awkwardly rested his hands on Kurt's hips as Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck. There was a reasonable amount of space between them, but Dave was still nervous as hell being this close to Kurt. He never thought in a million years that he's get to slow dance at his Prom with a guy – with Kurt, even if it wasn't strictly romantic. He tried his best not to think about what people might say or what everyone around them was thinking as the saw him slow dancing with another guy. He was going to be brave about this. Brave like Santana.
"Can I ask you something?" he said.
"What?" Kurt said.
"Why are you wearing a skirt?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's not a skirt, it's a kilt. It's my homage to the late Alexander McQueen."
"You know I have no idea who that is, right?"
Kurt just shook his head. "So now that you're not Santana's fake boyfriend anymore, what are you going to do?"
Dave shrugged. "I don't know."
"Well Santana's come out," said Kurt. "Maybe you should too. You can't stay in the closet the rest of your life."
"Yeah, I guess," Dave sighed. "And everyone's going to think I'm gay anyway, since I'm slow dancing with a guy."
"Exactly," said Kurt happily. "You know, me and Blaine are happy to help. We're totally here to support you. And there are an awful lot of cute gay guys at Dalton, maybe Blaine could set you up with someone. The four of us could double date."
Dave just chuckled, holding Kurt a little tighter without even realising. He looked over Kurt's shoulder and caught Santana's eye. Brittany's head was resting on her shoulder, and she arched an eyebrow and smirked when she saw Dave dancing with Kurt. Neither was sure what would happen after tonight, but they'd never been happier. This Prom wasn't so depressing after all.
So that's it. Hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers.
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