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Ya girl’s a workin’ lady now. I’m gonna be fixing cars and looking like a grease monkey, but it’ll be worth it to have some cash in my pocket. Look at me, having responsibility. Who would’ve thought?

Sebastian was surprised, more than surprised. He wasn’t sure if it was a prank but walking up on that stage after his name was called was terrifying. He was looking around, trying to see if people were ready to throw a slushie at him or something of the kind. He wasn’t sure why he won, whether people were doing it because they pitied him. Either way, he had a crown on his head and he was looking into the crowd. Hunter was on the stage as well, naturally. And Sebastian was quite disappointed that he wasn’t a Senior as well since that would’ve made for a great dance. Instead Sebastian had to dance with Marley, which was slightly awkward after their fight.

Of course something would happen after he finally felt safe and comfortable on the stage. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a movement and it was too late to do anything about it. His face and outfit were covered in an ice cold slushie. He gasped, jumped back and leaned forward. He didn't even see who it was but that didn't matter at that moment. He heard the gasps and the laughs from the crowd and he wanted to leave, but was blinded. He also heard a lot of sounds coming in front of him and teachers yelling for the students who threw the slushie. Hopefully they were going to be suspended. He felt a hand on his arm, probably Marley, helping him off stage. He rubbed the ice away from his eyes but couldn't really see anything. It took a good rinsing before Sebastian could finally see again. It had been horrible and worsened his mood but Sebastian needed to show that he didn't care.

After cleaning up and changing into his performance outfit, Sebastian moved back into the crowd. Good thing he had that second outfit. He had the crown on his head and a cold expression. "Well, that crown sure was a surprise." He mumbled, not commenting on any other situations.

As the next group of Glee Club members made their way onto the stage, Blaine walked back into the crowd, feeling content with the performance he’d just given. Being on stage had helped him get rid of the tension that had been building up inside of him ever since he got here, and he finally felt somewhat relaxed, for the first time that night. Although prom was the highlight of the year for most students, it was a night Blaine would have much rather skipped; if it hadn’t been for Marley, he might not have showed up at all. It didn’t seem like a night he would enjoy; not after he’d ended up with a broken jaw and ribs, a concussion and several other cuts and bruises -- not to mention the emotional scars --, at the last school dance he’d attended, back at his old school. 

But this year was different. A different school, different people... a different Blaine -- to the outside world, at least. He may not exactly be popular, but he had not given anyone in this school a reason to jump him either. So, much to his own surprise, a smile appeared on his face as he walked over to the drink table. As Blaine reached the edge of the dance floor, where it was much less crowded, he began to turn around to watch the performance on stage. Halfway through his turn, however, he ended up bumping into someone instead. A barely audible gasp escaped him, as he quickly backed away, and he almost immediately cursed himself for overreacting like that. So much for feeling relaxed... “I’m sorry -- are you okay?”

Kurt was in a pretty good mood, maybe it was the fact that he was actually having a good time at a school sanctioned even for once or the slight buzz from the spiked punch - maybe it was both. The headcheerleader wanted to remember to night so getting even more drunk wasn’t an option, as he walked through the crowd with two cups of water, he felt a push from someone behind him which caused him to spill his cup over the person in front of him. “Oh, shi-” He swore, then quickly tried to pat down the person, “I’m sooooo sorry, this place is just so crowed and god, I’m sorry. It’s just water, let me go get you some paper towel.”

Jack had been more than ready to skip prom. More than ready to stay at home and try to deal with his family for the night but then Johnny had turned up and he had somehow managed to convince Jack to go to prom with him. It was all incredibly gay and incredibly weird for the two of them but he was just going to get on with it for the most part. Who would have ever thought he’d be going to prom with Johnny Reeves - and to make it more shocking they were both... relatively sober.

He stood at the edge of the dance floor, red cup in hand. Sebastian had at least done something useful and spiked the fuck out of the punch because Jack was pretty sure he was going to need it to get through tonight.