Chapter 18: NO PRIVACY!

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Savannah’s Pov

Ok.

Kurt and Blaine are right. I can do this. I can do this. Just go back into the den, look him in the eye and say, 'Finn, I’d love to go to prom with you.’

I can do this.

I descended the stairs quickly. When I spotted Finn, I jumped in front of him in one quick bound and then-
"Okay!!"

Wow. I basically just screamed at him... Oh god. I’m an idiot.

"I mean, sure. I’ll- I’ll go to prom with you. I-I- I- I would love that.”

Way to go Savannah. Stutter like a complete idiot!

Finn stood with wide eyes for a moment, but soon snapped out of it. "Oh! You will?”

I nodded with a shy smile.

“Oh. Ok then…. Well….. Awesome....um. I’ll pick you up at 6 then?" He asked.

 I shrugged. "Ok. Cool." I was trying to appear less ecstatic, and a little bit more nonchalant so I don’t embarrass myself, but inside, I am screaming.

"Sweet. Can I call you later and we can plan a little bit? Prom stuff like, colors and stuff, like. I mean, you probably want to tell your mom... and stuff..."

“Yeah.” And, holy crap, Finn just made me realize....

"Oh my God! I don't have a dress!!!" I exclaimed. I literally ran out of the room and back up the stairs.

Burt's Pov

"Hey Savannah are you staying for...." But she flew right by me, up the stairs and out of sight. For a pregnant girl, she sure does run fast.

"Ok then, no dessert for her apparently."

Finn walked out into the hall looking like a glowing monkey with the face of a puppy love struck teenaged girl. Wow.

"Hey Finn. Are u having dessert?"  Finn just kept nodding with his plastered humongous grin.

"Are you alright son?" Finn just stared smiling like an idiot, nodding enthusiastically.

"Ok. Um... Can you go up and tell Kurt and Blaine that Carole made peach cobbler?" I prompted. But I’m honestly not even sure if he heard me.

“Finn?” I said waving a hand in his face this time.

Finn just quipped a quick, "Yeah. Yeah sure dad".

I still don’t think he heard a word I said.

I sighed to myself as he skipped; and yes, he actually skipped; up the stairs.

"Prom with Savannah. Prom with Savannah. Banana, Savannah, prom with Sava, yeah!" he sang.

Oh geez. He's taking Savannah to prom? Lord help us all. And what the hell?

Is this love triangle a trapezoid now?

Sigh. Oh well. Only in this family......

All knowing Pov

Savannah was debating whether or not to walk into Kurt’s room again. They didn’t thank her last time……She supposed she could knock, but still, she could be interrupting. They might be…….

Gah! I need Kurt’s fashion help though. Like, desperately. She thought.

But no. She refused to be a cock-block for a third time today.

Just as she turned away from the door, and was going to head downstairs, and hang out with Finn, he ran past her singing. It seemed like he didn’t even see her standing there.

“Going to prom with Savannah, I’m going to- Hey Bro!”

Finn said as he burst right through his brother’s bedroom door. No knocking, no warning. Oh boy.

“FINN!!” Kurt yelled, his mouth coming off of-

“AHHH!” Finn screamed!

Do I even want to know what he just saw? Savannah thought, walking back towards Kurt’s door, the intense curiosity too much to resist.

“My god Finn! It’s this little thing called PRIVACY!” Kurt shouted.

“Or at least knocking!” Blaine added.

Savannah made it back to the door, and Finn turned out of the room with his jaw dropped, and eyes closed. His face was in pure disgust. Blaine was turned away from the door, yet again, trying to re do his jeans pants button and zipper. Kurt found his shirt on the floor, and pulled it over his head. Backwards. He was also, pulling his sweats over his boxers.

Well, at least I wasn’t the one who interrupted them this time. Savannah thought, relieved. Though, she turned away as well, to look out the door along with Finn, because Kurt was sporting a hard on that was very visible from his light gray sweats.

“I could’ve gone the rest of my life without seeing that! Get. A room!” Finn whined.

“This is a room! My room! That everyone seems to just be bursting right on into today! Geez! Can’t anybody knock?” Kurt shouted, getting angrier with each word spoken.

Finn was still trying to shake the images from his head when Burt popped up at the head of the stairs. “Hey? What’s with all of the yelling up here?”

Blaine panicked, because his damn zipper was stuck, and he couldn’t button his pants because they wouldn’t close thanks to his damn erection that still hadn’t had any relief today.

Crap crap crap! He thought. Burt pushed past Sav and Finn, through his son’s room door, as Kurt whispered, “Blaine! Hurry!”

Burt crossed his arms in front of Kurt. “Hi dad.”

Burt was not a stupid man. In fact, he’s a very smart man. “Kurt.”

Kurt just kept eye contact with his dad, and shrugged in question.

“Why are Finn and Savannah standing outside the door looking like they just saw you naked or something?”

Kurt just shrugged again. He wanted to say, ‘No idea.’ But that’d probably not get him anywhere.

“And why are you yelling so loud?”

‘Damn, I have to watch my volume.’ Kurt thought. “Uhm….”

“And Blaine, why don’t you join the conversation?” Burt said to Blaine’s backside. He was leaning all the way against the closet door now, desperately hoping to rip the zipper closed!

Cmon cmon cmon! Please!!!!!!! He pleaded internally.

“Dad, we were all ju-“

“Blaine. Turn around.” Burt said a little harsher now, before Kurt could think up a lie.

Blaine exhaled sharply, and closed his eyes for a good 5 seconds before giving up, and facing Burt.

We are so busted! Both boys thought together.

They are so busted! Finn thought, kind of amused, but kind of worried too.

Oh crap! They’re gonna get in so much trouble……. Savannah thought, biting the side of her lip.

Burt sighed, seeing Blaine’s pants undone. He had two options. 1, kick Blaine out, and tell Kurt he can’t go to the prom, or 2. Let it go, and accept that they are teenaged boys, who are acting on their raging hormones.

He was creating his own option.

“Okay. Why is it, that despite how much I tell you guys not to be inappropriate with each other, you still do it?”

Blaine looked at the ground, and Kurt looked at Blaine.

“Finanna, can you beat it please? Carole wants you downstairs.”

Finanna? Kurt and Blaine shared their thoughts again.

Finanna? Savannah and Finn thought, looking at each other.

“Now please?!” He raised his voice a little when they didn’t move from the doorway.

They shuffled down the stairs, nervousness at an all-time high, and were quickly distracted from their thoughts with the sight of Carole’s peach cobbler.

Burt eyed both boys with irritation.

“Have a seat.”

They sat on the bed next to each other, and their hands clasped.

“That’s really ballsy sitting so close when I’m reprimanding you for being inappropriate…. Again!”

They didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry Burt.” Blaine said quietly, meeting my eyes.

Burt gave the curly haired boy a curt nod, and then turned to Kurt.

He just blinked, and seemed to be glaring at his dad, even if it was just a slight bit.

He had no intention of apologizing. He wasn’t sorry.

“Kurt?” Burt was waiting.

“What?” Kurt snapped. “I’m not going to apologize. I can never get any privacy in the house to DO anything inappropriate, so even if I try, we never actually get there! So I don’t have anything to apologize for!”

Wow, he has a really good point, Blaine thought.

Burt didn’t feel like addressing that he knows what they were doing. The look on Finns face, and Blaine’s pants were evidence enough that they were up to something they shouldn’t have been up to in here. But screw it. He wanted dessert.

“Carole wants you downstairs. Peach cobbler.” Burt said getting up and leaving the room.

With the tension gone from the room, Blaine and Kurt both let out breaths that they didn’t even realize that they were holding in.

“I am so tired of this!” Kurt said through gritted teeth.

Blaine put his hand on his boyfriends shoulder, and cooed, “I know baby. But your plan is pretty genius. We’ll finally get some privacy.”

Kurt smiled a bit knowing that at least that was true. They had tomorrow to look forward to. Privacy at last.

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Savannah Pov

“Mom, prom is this afternoon! I have got to get a dress! We have to go! We have to go this morning!!! Please get up!!!! Please!!!”

Ok, maybe I am begging like a five year old. But my mom has got to get up! I have been up for hours with jitters about tonight, and I swear, if I don’t get the perfect dress, then this prom night will be completely ruined! Kurt said light colors will do better with hiding my stomach. I’m not as worried about people seeing my babies anymore. It’s whatever. They are not something I am ashamed of. I’m pregnant. I’m having two babies by McKinley’s gay guy’s dapper private school boyfriend. Plus, and I am not bragging in any way, but I can apparently still get a date even though I am pregnant.

My dad was kind of questioning Finn’s reasoning for taking me to prom at first, but it was shut down quickly when he and Burt had breakfast and beers together early today, at like 5 o’clock in the morning, where I was absolutely not listening from the staircase.

~fb~

“Finn is a gentleman. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. If anything, he’s used to having his heart broken. He’s no heartbreaker.” Burt said.

“I guess I am just curious as to why he waited until now to ask her. And I mean, she’s beautiful, and a total catch, I mean, she’s my daughter.” I rolled my eyes, and they both shared laugh before dad continued. “But she is pregnant. I can’t imagine guys lining up to take her to prom.” He said, sipping his beer.

“To tell you the truth, I think Finn is mostly shocked that there is a girl out there who knows about Mario brothers. And you should’ve seen them at dinner last night! Finn and Savannah have some great chemistry. Neither of them weren’t talking for a second. You should see them together.”

They both laughed at the image.

“Isn’t he dating that cheerleader though? The blonde one?” My dad asked.

Burt nodded, and nursed his beer. “He was. They broke up a while ago actually. She was cheating on him. And it wasn’t the first time. She cheated on him last year too when she got pregnant by Puck. She told Finn it was his baby even though they hadn’t slept together.”

My dad looked confused.

I laughed from the staircase. Finn was pretty dense to have believed that. I had to remember to ask why he believed that in the first place.

“Oh. They were fooling around in the hot tub, and she told him that her science teacher said hot temperatures are perfect for sperm to travel. So he believed it.” Burt answered my dad’s unspoken question.

And mine. Oh. I guess that makes a little bit of sense.

(End of FB)

So I have to wake my mom up! Because if dad alone takes me dress shopping, I will end up wearing something from the 1950’s! I need mom for a girly point of view.

“Mom! Please get up!”

She groaned, and sat up in her bed, but her eyes remained closed.

“Alright….” She mumbled, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

Yes! Thank you! She’s getting up! Prom dress, here I come!!! Woot!

“I'm up." She grumbled. She had a lot of sleep in her eyes, and there was a definite possibility that she was glued to the bed.

I can help with that!

I hopped off of the bed and started rifling through her drawers. I got underwear, and socks out of her sock drawer, then went to her closet and pulled out the first thing that I saw. Something with jeans.

I don't care! As long as she is dressed enough to take me to a store that sells dresses! My mom looked at the clothes and shook her head at me.

"Does this mean I don't get a shower?"
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Mom and dad made me eat a pretty sizey breakfast at IHOP before we could start our hunt for a dress. It was ok though because the babies seemed pleased with pancakes.

And scrambled eggs.

With toast.

And a BLT, hold the T.

Ok, fine that last one was strictly for me. And dad told me it’s not for breakfast, and I used the babies to get me what I wanted, but still. The babies didn’t protest.   So I was kind of honest.

I scarfed the food down though like there was no tomorrow! I was just so eager to get a dress! And it has to be perfect, but of course, mom said it can't be all that pricey.

I knew that already, but still, I am mostly worried about dresses fitting me right. I don't want to be dancing with Finn, and then have him look at my stomach only to be grossed out, or scared off or something by my pregnancy. Which is exactly what I said when trying on the red dress that didn't ruffle out at the stomach.

“I look as enormous as I am!” I exclaimed.

“And this is a problem why?” My dad said.

“Because I need a dress that thins me out! Makes me look like I’m just a bit pudgy and NOT completely pregnant.” I sighed. “Even though I clearly am.”

"Savannah, you ARE pregnant. There’s no dress out there that’ll make you not be pregnant. And, you have tried on 12 dresses now! It’s going on 3 o'clock. You need to pick something honey."

My mom said, sounding bored. But I didn't blame her because I know she is just really tired from working all night. She was excited about her only daughter getting her first prom dress when we got here.

"Yes sweetie. Please! Pick one. Shellie just texted that she needs to start on your hair before 4 o'clock to finish by 5:30."

Damn! I thought. I forgot about hair.... and makeup! Oh my gosh! I don't even wear makeup, but I need some!

"Oh no mom! Makeup! I need makeup! I don't even know how to put on makeup or anything, I’m gonna look so plain and boring and-"

"Ok stop it!" My mom put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me to a sit down. She put her hand on my shoulder for comfort, and she turned to face me on the dressing room bench.

"Calm down. You should not be getting so worked up over this. First of all, you don't need makeup. You are beautiful! And if Finn wouldn't like you without makeup, then he wouldn't have asked you to go with him tonight because you have never worn it before. Ok? I will help you with some light eye makeup to match your dress, but that's all you'll need." She reassured.

I slowed my panicking breaths, and nodded and sighed, "K."

"And, if Finn was uncomfortable with you being pregnant, he wouldn’t have asked you tonight either. Because like you said sweetheart, you are clearly pregnant.”

I nodded again. She’s right. I’m freaking over nothing.

“Okay. Good. You’re going to have an amazing date. But, you have to pick a dress first."
I rolled my eyes. That is the hardest problem I’m having right now..... This sucks!

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As I came out of the dressing room for the billionth time, this time in a purple dress that ruffled out at the knee, I felt ridiculous.

"Too short." Dad said immediately.

I didn't care that he was exaggerating, because this dress looks like it’s from medieval times. I slid myself down the wall in frustration, and grabbed my hair.

This is so stressful.

I heard my mom coming back from the dress rack where she was searching. She walked into the showing area just outside the dressing room, and she had a dress in her hand.
A gorgeous dress.

"How about this one?"

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Burt’s Pov

"Hey Kurt?!" I called from his doorway.

When he didn't answer, I walked in. "Kurt?!" I called again.

"I'm in the shower!" He shouted from his bathroom.

"Oh! Well hey, can I borrow a ten? My car broke down. I had to take a cab home and I don't have any cash." I told him.

"Dad! I’m kind of busy. Ask Finn." Kurt yelled back.

"Finn doesn’t have any money!”

I walked further into his room to see his tux laid out on his bed.

Sigh. Freaking prom night. I was anything but prepared for tonight. Carole had already had to talk to Finn last night and establish major ground rules and curfew. Now, I knew I was in for the same with Kurt once he's ready to leave here with Blaine in a few hours.

And I’m not ready.

Kurt shouted, "Okay. I think I have a twenty in my wallet. It's in my tux! The jacket pocket." Kurt answered.

"Thanks!" I replied.

I found the wallet. "Aha!" and opened it to pull out a bill.

But right behind that 20, was something I was not at all happy to see.

A condom, and a little tiny packet of lube. And it hit me.

Oh god, Kurt is having sex.

The second that I discovered it though, the shower water shut off, and the door burst open. "Wait dad!-"

He must've realized his screw up because his eyes were wide and terrified.

Because I have his secret, right here in my hands.

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“Dad! I can explain!” Kurt pleaded.

He damn well better be able to explain, because what I have here in my hands, warrants some explaining.

“Kurt.” I said with a very serious tone.

“Dad, I- I can explain.” he pleaded, dripping wet, covering himself with a white towel.

A horn honked outside, and I remembered why I came up here in the first place.

“Get dressed, I have to go and pay for my cab.”

I walked out of the room, and downstairs to pay my fare. I tried to get my head on straight. I tried to be rational and think like Kurt was thinking instead of just coming up with different scenarios to yell at him.

I know that most kids have sex after senior prom. I did. Carole did. Every single person I had ever come in contact with who went to their prom, did.

It’s like, a rite of passage, and I completely understand that, but this is junior prom. Not senior prom.

And other people are not my son. Kurt is. And he’s not even 17 yet, and not responsible enough for sex.

Hell no.

No freaking way. Until a kid doesn’t have to leave a note on how to wash his clothes, he’s not ready for sex.

Not to mention, on top of that, Blaine is only a sophomore. And shouldn’t that kid be turned off to sex given what he's going through right now? I mean Kurt can't get pregnant, but still.

I am not ready to have this conversation again.

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Finn Pov

Nervous is an understatement. A complete understatement.

My mom is in the kitchen dying my cumber bun and bowtie white so that it can be re-died to match whatever color Savannahs dress will be.

Long story. Quinn and I were going to be going to prom together, and she had our color combinations planned for months. But obviously, I’m not going with her anymore. So my light blue tie and cumber bun are useless now. So my mom is dyeing them.

It’s 3 o'clock now, and it takes 20 minutes to die them, and then a half an hour to dry. So I’m really antsy waiting around for her text. Once she gets her dress, my mom will stay home dying the stuff, while dad takes Kurt and me to get our corsages and boutonnieres. This is very nerve wracking. I feel like I’m going to screw something up! I don’t know anything about corsages, or color combinations or anything like that.

Thank god for Kurt. Without him, I’d have screwed something up already.

"Prom jitters?" Mom asked coming into the living room snapping her gloves off and tossing them into the trash.

"Yep." I nodded.

Not once had I ever picked up a magazine for any reason other than to kill a bug, but one of Kurt’s vogue magazines that he left here on the coffee table look really appealing at the moment.

Just to be holding something. Then again, if Kurt ever found me with it in my hands, he'd never let me hear the end of it. I put the magazine back down.  I just twiddled my thumbs instead to keep distracted.

My mom took the TV remote and turned on some soap opera, but I didn’t protest. I just wish my phone would ring.

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Dad walked into the house, and weirdly left the door wide open.  It made no sense, because he and mom are constantly telling me to close the door.  'We don't live in a barn Finn,' or, 'We’re not animals. Shut the door!'

 So this was weird.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Burt? Hun? What's wrong?" Mom asked standing and walking over to him.

"Either of you have 10 bucks? Engine light went on. I had to snag a cab."  I just shook my head.

I have about 60 bucks, but that's my prom budget, and even though he’ll pay me back, he probably won't do it until tomorrow. And it’s on my debit card. Do cabs even take debit cards? I just went with saying no. "Nope. Sorry pop." 

He turned to mom who was shaking her head. "You know I don't keep cash around honey."

Dad sighed, "Right." He mumbled knowingly.

He thought for a minute, and then looked upstairs. "Kurt still home?"

"In the shower." I answered, and a sec later, dad was gone.

My phone finally buzzed a few minutes later, and it was time at last! Inchworm green. I showed mom the picture Savvy attached of a swatch of color from her dress, and she yelped in excitement. “Ooh! That's such a great shade! And I think I have it. From aunt Stephie’s baby shower a few years back!"

She shuffled back into the kitchen with my phone, and when she was gone, I grabbed the TV remote. Football will take my mind off of this prom nervousness.

When dad came back down the stairs, he didn't look very happy.

"Kurt didn't have money either?" I asked.
"Yeah. He did. But we all need to talk in a few minutes! All of us."

I rolled my eyes, huffed and threw myself back into the back couch cushions. Great!
'Damnit Kurt! What'd u do now?'
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Kurt Pov
I am so dead.... I am so dead! I am murdered…… Dad is never going to let me out of the house now… Damn damn damn!

I hustled to get dressed just so I wouldn’t be naked anymore. Feeling exposed right now is just making me more nervous.

Once I got clothes on though, I seriously delayed getting ready to go. I was NOT looking forward to boutonniere shopping with my dad knowing about what was in my wallet. God I’m such an idiot!

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Shopping was actually quick and easy. Shockingly. I couldn’t have been more thankful to Finn for that. He was rushing us mostly because he wanted to be early to pick up Savannah, and it’s getting closer to 5:30 every minute.

Wow! I must be really nervous… When have I ever found Finn’s annoying badgering attitude a relief?

God I need a break. A night away from my family. A night of complete privacy. Where it’ll simply be me, and Blaine, and an empty house all to ourselves!

And that’s exactly what we have planned for tonight. After prom, it’s going to be a fantasy completely unfolded and made into reality…..

I CAN’T FREAKING WAIT!

Of course, now that we are home, and I am ready to go and meet Blaine at the Breadsticks for a pre-prom get together with some of the other new directions, dad wants to give Finn and me a ‘talk’.

Oh lord!

"Kurt, curfew is midnight. No exceptions. The prom ends at 11:30 and if you are through that door any later than 12:01, I will ground you faster than you can say you’re sorry.”

I just rolled my eyes, and Finn kind of snickered. I glared at him, and thankfully Carole walked into the room.

“Finn. Same goes for you. 12:00. No later." She mimed. I smiled now. Ha!

"I'm going with a pregnant girl who has earlier curfew than 12 year olds. I have no reason to stay out late. I'll be home." Finn mumbled.

Dad nodded at him and mom just smiled and returned to the kitchen where she came from. My dad turned to me though and I had my arms crossed.

Pure defiance. Sure, but I have no intention of being home on time.

 But I didn't say a word.

 "Is that clear son?" My dad just cleared his throat.

Ok. I have to play the game. Otherwise, he won’t even let me out of the house to get to prom at all.

 "Midnight curfew." I uttered. But like I said, being home tonight, is not on my agenda.

 Satisfied, he left the room, and when he was out of sight, and out of earshot, I turned to Finn with a smile on my face.

Time for phase one of the plan. Get the bait on board.

 "Hiyah Finn!” I said with a false niceness that I only give when I want something, and a grin on my face that could possibly cure cancer.

Finn just looked a little uncomfortable. With my hand on his shoulder, he cringed away. “Dude, why are you staring at me like that?”

I let him go and said, “Brother, I need your help...."  Finn eyes widened. He has caught on.

“No way bro. I’m not risking getting I trouble for you."

I just kept an evil smirk on my face. He WOULD be helping me.

"No way dude!!" He said again, trying to assure me that he was staying out of this.

Whatever this is.

But I don’t need him to agree on his own. Blackmail is sweet! Insert smiley face.

"Ok big brother. I have two things on you." I began. "First, your browser history, which I believe I have threatened you with before, and gotten what I wanted. But now, my dear sibling, I also have that time more recently that I covered for you that you don't know about."

Finn was so far beyond confused now. "What?" he asked, afraid of what else I could have on him. "What are you talking about?"

“Aw, are we worried big bro?”

“Yeah! What else do you have on me? I haven’t done anything!”

 I got ready to tell my tale.

“Remember a few months ago, when you and Quinn broke up? Well, the first time? You and Puck got completely shit faced, and you missed curfew?”

(flashback.)

I was driving home from Rachel’s house, radio on full blast when my dad called.

“Hey dad. I’m on my way home now! I swear! I called home, and mom said it was okay!” I defended before dad could ream me.

"No no, I know that. She told me. Finn missed curfew though because he’s on restriction! Is he with you?" He asked, sounding pretty angry.

I sighed to myself, but not loud enough for my dad to hear it.

It seemed like a reflex now to protect my brother; he’d do it for me.

“Uh, Yeah. Finn got clocked in practice earlier, and he had a headache and was over at Pucks, but Pucks car is in the shop. I had to go and get him.” I said, and God I hoped it was convincing. Otherwise, Finn was toast.

It was quiet on the end for more than 3 seconds, so I don’t think he bought it.

“It’s why I’m coming home kind of late.” I added.

“Huh... Okay, well he’s not answering his phone. Let me talk to him.”

Crap! Um…Crap! Think like an actor……. Got it!

“He took one of Puck’s grandma’s Vicodin’s for his headache. He’s asleep."

Dad sighed. “Alright. Where are you right now? It’s really late.”

“Well, I just got Finn so, we should be home soon. You know Puck lives in Lima Heights. So it might be a while.”

I felt relieved. I would believe that. Totally.

“Okay son. Carole and I are heading up to bed. Get home soon please.”

“I will” I nodded, and hung up.

But damn, I didn’t really think that through too much. I don’t really even know where Finn is……

(End flashback)

“That night, I had to call Quinn to get Puck’s house number to try and find you. I had to drive all the way to Lima Heights, help Puck drag you to the car because you were so drunk, you couldn’t walk, AND I had to keep some homeless guy from climbing into my backseat with you!”

Finn looked intrigued with the story, but crossed his arms after a minute.

“Wait, I don’t remember any of that!”

I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go back to the part where you were shit faced drunk.”

Finn’s shoulders slumped, now that I am finished telling my tale, Finn is defeated.

"Unbelievable!" Finn yelled.

"So." I clapped him on the shoulder again, "I’ll say it again. Brother.... I need your help."

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Finn Pov

Arriving at Savannah’s front door was a little bit nerve wracking. I’d never been here before. I’d met her dad, briefly. I mean, we only talked football really, and it was when my dad was there too, so it doesn’t really count. But still. He seems, nice. Nothing like Quinn’s dad. He was a hard man. Savannah’s dad seems soft, and easy to like.

Except to Blaine. Blaine said at first, he was kind of strict with him when he was around, but after a few weeks, he softened up. But then again, he did get his daughter pregnant so, I guess you can’t expect a dad to be happy about that.

I have to admit, I do feel just a little bit out of place taking a pregnant girl to the prom. But whenever I’m around her, I don’t see her as ‘the pregnant girl.’ I just see her as….. Awesome!

She knows video games, she has a gorgeous voice, she’s smart, she’s funny, and pretty too. And those eyes! I mean, I never really noticed until last night during dessert with mom and Burt, but her eyes are like…. Mesmerizing. Dark green, but bright.

Burt wanted to make sure that I wasn’t just asking her out because she likes video games.

‘Do you genuinely want to go out with her son?’

But I do. Last night, we didn’t even talk about video games after dessert. We actually just learned more about each other. Her best friend besides Kurt is her little brother. She secretly has read more books than I have ever seen, she has a poster of NSYNC hidden on the back of her closet door that she will never tell ANYONE about, and lots of other crazy stuff. But she’s so cool. She’s laid back and I do like her. I have only been talking to her for a few days, but still. I didn’t have a date to the prom, and neither did she, so I figured, hey, why not?

I never said I would try and make her my girlfriend or anything. Because yeah. She is having some other dude’s baby. But, different than with Quinn, I already know she is having some other dude’s baby, so I’m not stressed over it or anything. I even know that she and Blaine are keeping the baby, and I really think that is sort of cool. If I do end up dating her one day, since Blaine is gay, (and currently dating my stepbrother) I won’t have to worry about her getting back with him or something. I mean, since they were never really together.

I do want to date her though. Maybe just, be friends now. Good friends, and maybe one day…….

My body and mind was seriously on autopilot because I have no idea how I got into the house, shook the dad’s hand and got to the foot of the staircase where I am now, but it happened somehow. Savannah was walking down the stairs nervously and my jaw probably hit the floor.

She. Looks. Incredible.

She was wearing a light green dress, with a black shawl looking thing over her shoulders. Her hair was put up high on her head, and there were a few curls on each side of her face. There was a black flower clip in her hair and her dress went down to her ankles. There were silver and black jewels on the front of the dress, and I swear, you could barely tell that she is pregnant.

She looked amazing.

“You look amazing.” I breathed out, not seeming able to say anything but what I was thinking.

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Blaine Pov

I was giddy with excitement!

No! That didn’t even describe it. I was ecstatic! My parents were out for the rest of the weekend and I would be able to finally be alone with my boyfriend in a romantic setting, and be intimate. His plan really is genius. He is planning to simply come to my house with me after prom, and we will have an amazing and romantic night.

He is ready to take the grounding he might get. He is okay with the massive ‘sex talk’ he will most likely have to endure if we get caught, and I am ready to be banished from the Hummel house. Probably forever.

Even if Finn isn’t able to convince their dad that we are all crashing at Puckerman’s tonight because he is screening the new para-normal activity on his huge flat screen, Kurt said he is still coming home with me.

I personally don’t think that Finn is much of a liar, but if he can pull this off, it’ll definitely save a few lectures. And Kurt is pretty confident that Finn can convince them to be lenient.

“I happen to know for a fact that Carole has been itching for a romantic date night, and I may have possibly planted the seed to my dad about it. Tonight is going to be perfect!” Kurt assured me, before locking his lips to mine.

Prom is going to be amazing.

“How’s this for a preview?” Kurt asked, his voice laced with sexy.

Okay, making out with Kurt in public may not have been the best idea, but getting hard in public, against a car, in a tuxedo, in a breadsticks parking lot, especially seeing as there are a lot of McKinley students here at breadsticks right now, leaving for prom, is even worse of a predicament. But I can’t help myself, and it seems like he can’t either if the tightness of his hands in my curls is any indication.

Finn pulled me aside earlier to tell me that he would make sure Savannah didn’t overwork herself or anything. Savannah promised that she would personally kick my ass if I didn’t focus on Kurt, Kurt, Kurt all night, and Kurt promised me absolute heaven being by his side all night.

I was a bit skeptical at first seeing Kurt’s black kilt tonight instead of black slacks, but his artistic vision is actually sexy when I think about it the way he is putting it.

I quote, ‘Easy access hun.’

“Mmmmm… You are just really lusty tonight love. What has gotten into you?” I asked dropping our kiss for a minute.

Which I hoped would be a very short minute.

“I think the question is, what hasn’t gotten into him?” A voice said from behind us.

Puck.

Of course. The only people who made sexual comments like that are Puck and Santana. I just laughed, and Kurt blushed as Puck and Lauren winked at us, and proceeded to their car.

I put my arms back around Kurt’s waist and kissed his perfect lips again.

“Let’s go to prom.”

Getting into Kurt’s navigator, and driving towards McKinley high school’s gym, never seemed so appealing.

Tonight was already turning out to be absolutely perfect. Nothing could go wrong tonight. Nothing.

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