But the campaign for Prom King and Queen is in full swing and nothing can stop that. Sugar and Brittany are slapping posters over every inanimate (and judging from the backpacks of a few terrified freshmen, animate) objects and Sam is handing out "King White Chocolate" buttons to all the girls. He pins one to his chest in support of his friend but every time someone tells him that he has their vote, he rolls his eyes and reminds them: he's not running.

Prom night comes and he dusts off his tux, adding a fitted vest under the jacket and a black and turquoise skinny tie that matches Tina's dress. They're going together as friends, just as friends he reminds her in a teasing voice and she rolls her eyes at him, and honestly, the only other person he'd rather go with is in New York.

They all chipped in and ordered a limo to take them to Breadstix and then the dance. It takes a grand total for two minutes after leaving Sugar's house before Britt and Sam are poking their heads out the sunroof, yelling and whooping until the driver tells them to knock it off.

The gym is decorated beautifully. They'd made the decision to put Tina in charge again after the success of the Sadie Hawkins dance and she somehow outdid herself. They had selected a roaring '20s theme, it was the obvious choice with the new Baz Luhrmann movie that just came out. Black and silver streamers dotted with crystals cover the walls and the centerpiece of it all is a gorgeous restored Model A in dark green for posed pictures. Dark red velvet ropes surround it and a middle aged man stands beside it, almost on guard.

"How did you afford that?" Blaine hisses in Tina's ear when he sees it. He knows nothing about cars but he knows that that car cost more than the entire prom budget.

"Mr. Hummel helped. One of his clients restores old cars and when he heard about the Great Gatsby theme, he gave him a call for me." She shrugs as if it's nothing but Blaine is impressed by what she had done. "Thank me later, you guys are up first." She pushes him towards the stage, laughing at him as Sam pulls him up.

The night goes off with out a hitch. He dances with all the girls during the slow songs, even stealing Becky away from her date for a quick turn, and he can't help but blush when an awkwardly tall and nervous sophomore asks him to dance. And it's nice to dance with a boy again. Nothing can compare to dancing with Kurt but it's nice to be surrounded by a boy for the first time in months. He thanks him graciously for the dance, remembering how terrifying it can be to put yourself out there like that and returns to Tina, dragging her around the room in an over-dramatic tango 'Toxic' that makes the entire crowd watch them, laughing with them as he dips her low.

Then the times comes for Figgins to announce the winners and he's rooting for Sam, not just because he's the obvious choice, but because he deserves it. Tina is blushing nervously on stage, still shocked by her nomination but taking it in stride. Sugar fluffs the tulle of her dress and Brittany appears to be counting ceiling tiles.

"Quiet, children. Quiet." Principal Figgins taps the microphone, bringing the room to a low hush. Blaine inches towards the edge of the stage where Artie sits with Kitty in his lap. They smirk at him and he smiles back. He voted for Tina for Prom Queen but he'll be happy if Brittany wins. "I will know announce the your selection for McKinley High School Prom King." He pulls an envelope out of his jacket pocket and opens it. "Your decision, by write-in vote and with an overwhelming sixty-three percent, is none other than class president, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine freezes. He's sure it's a joke, like when Kurt won Queen. He didn't run. He didn't want to run. He didn't want the title. But then he hears the cheers. He sees Sam, Tina, Sugar, and Brittany grinning and clapping. Artie and Kitty are tugging on his sleeve and, shaking, he steps on to the stage. Figgins places the crown on his head and hands him a gilt scepter, and moves on to announce the winner of Queen.

It isn't until his hand is already on Tina's waist and they're standing under a spotlight on the dance floor that he realizes that she won.

"So, I'm sure you have some questions," she giggles, her hand coming to his shoulder.

"I didn't run," he says dumbly.

She smiles back. "No, you didn't. But Sam ran for you."

"But the pins—"

"—Were a ruse. The back of them read 'Vote Nightbird'."

He's still too shocked to do anything more than sway to the beat of the song Marley and Jake are singing but Tina does her best to add some flare to their movements.

She leans close and whispers in his ear, "There's another surprise for you, by the way."

"What?" Blaine doesn't like surprises, something she knows well. But Tina is smiling radiantly up at him so he tries to calm the ache in his stomach that began at the word 'surprise'.

A finger taps his shoulder and a familiar, beautiful voice says, "Excuse me. May I have this dance?"