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Here's what you missed.

Prom's coming up, and Quinn's
desperate to win queen...

so she can hold on to Finn,
who still has eyes for Rachel.

Zizes also wants to be queen,
and Puck's up for king.

Karofsky and Santana
wanna win, too...

'cause they've both got a secret
they'd like to keep.

Have you ever heard
of the term "beards"?

Artie and Brittany
were B.F. And G.F.,

but he got mad
and said she was stupid,

and now they're not B.F. And G.F.

You were the only person at this school
that never called me that.

Can you believe that?

And that's what you missed on Glee.

Hi, everyone.

It's junior prom minus six days
here at McKinley,

and today I'm joined by
junior prom king candidate
Noah Puckerman.

I prefer "Puck."

Noah, can I get a comment
on the recent poll number...

that put the Fabray-Hudson ticket
10 points above you and Zizes,

a.k.a. The Road Warriors.

We're still ahead of
Santana-Karofsky
by half a point,

so our campaign strategy
is to close the gap...

using a combination
of intimidation and fear.

Awesome and classy.
One more question.

This one was e-mailed in
by a fan.

"Where does Lauren
keep your balls?"

What?

I'm sure you've heard
the word on the street...

that you've been neutered
by Miss Zizes...

that she's the one
who wears the pants
in the relationship?

Shut up or I'll beat your ass.

I'm not scared.
I've been hit
by a girl before.

This is J.B. I. Signing off.

Tune in tomorrow, when we'll be
interviewing front-runner Quinn Fabray.

Hubba, hubba.

I have some bad news.

Will Schuester is leaving
McKinley to go to Broadway.

Oh, William, I'm devastated...
positively horny with grief.

As a going-away present,
here's a spray bottle...

of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.

Keep that head merkin
looking buttery fresh.

No, no.

Junior prom is in one week,
and my favorite band canceled.

- What band?
- Air Supply, William.

So I'm inviting my next-favorite group...
the New Directions.

Nope. No way.
Um, I agree.

Normally we would jump
at the chance to perform.

But we've got
nationals in
three weeks,

which means we
have a lot of
rehearsals...

and a lot of taffy to sell
just so we can afford the trip.

William, this glass is half full
of dreams for all of us.

I have decided
to give all the money
to the Glee Club...

that I was going
to pay Air Supply,

so that's $400 right there
for you.

I won't allow it. I'm prom coordinator,
and I was not consulted.

Each year, I honor the prom with a bowl
of my family's secret punch recipe...

made all the more
meaningful to me...

because it's the punch bowl
my grandmother drowned in...

and each year,
that punch bowl is spiked.

Such lawlessness
will only be encouraged...

when being screeched at
by that Glee Club.

Sue, it is not a discussion.
We are in the lurch.

Fine. Then let me take this
opportunity to make a request.

William, I have in my Spanx,
at all times...

a list of the worst songs ever
performed by the Glee Club...

and I would appreciate it...

if you would not reprise
any of the following numbers.

Number one, "Run, Joey, Run."

You should literally apologize
to America for that one.

Number two,
the ingenious mash-up...

of "Crazy In Love" and "Hair."

Now, I know you must
have been pretty tired
when you put that baby together.

If you'll excuse me.

We'll see ya at the prom,
butt-chin.

I've been to Ann Taylor Loft,
Filene's Basement...

and, like, six Forever 21 s...

and I cannot find a dress that fits.

I'm gonna be forced to make
my own dress for prom.

Don't. You'll seem poor.
- You're up for queen.

You can't make
your own prom dress.
Prom is like our Oscars.

It's seriously like the most
important night of our lives.

- What about getting married?
- You can get married
as many times as you want.

You only have one shot
at your junior prom.

- What are you guys talking about?
- Prom dresses.

Thank God I don't have
to worry about that.
I'm not going.

- Why not?
- 'Cause nobody's asked me.

- All right, guys, prom.

Please tell me we're not
doing songs about prom.

Nope. We are the prom.
Figgins has asked us to perform.

Let's do "Run, Joey, Run."

I know this isn't ideal,
with nationals coming up,
but we don't have a choice.

And we could really
use the money.

But I know that prom
is a special rite of passage.

I wanna make sure
all of you guys get a chance
to enjoy the dance too.

So we're gonna stagger
the performances...

so that each
and every one of you...

has a lot of time
to dance with your dates.

Excuse me.

- Is she okay?
- Mercedes doesn't have
a date for prom.

So? I don't have a date.

I'm just going to dance,
and then all your dates
are going to ignore you...

and come dance with me,
so your dates are
really my dates.

- I'm gonna go talk to Mercedes.
- No. Let me.

Hey.

You know, I don't have
a date to prom either.

I know that I talk a good game
about not needing a man, and I don't.

I just really wanted
to take a date to the prom.

I want the dress...

and the guy,

the damn corsage.

- Somebody still may ask you.
- It's this Saturday.

You know, I just
wanted to be Cinderella.

Just for one night-

one night where a guy
would look at me...

under those corny
crepe-paper streamers...

and say,
"You look so beautiful."

Then he'd grab my hand
and ask me to dance.

Isn't that what prom
is supposed to be about?

You're not gonna
go to prom alone.

You'll go with me.
That's even more depressing.

Look, I have a plan.

Give me your hand.

Blaine Warbler,

will you go to junior prom
with me?

Prom?

It'll be the social event
of the season.

You don't want to go
to prom with me?

No, no. Of course I wanna
go with you.

It's just-

Prom.

What about prom, Blaine?

At my old school, there was
a Sadie Hawkins dance,

and I had just come out.

So I asked a friend of mine,
the only other gay guy
in the school.

While we were waiting
for his dad to pick us up,

these three guys, um,

beat the living crap
out of us.

I... I'm so sorry.

I'm out and I'm proud
and all that.

This is just a little bit
of a sore spot.

This is perfect.

You couldn't face up to the boys
at your school, so you can do it at mine.

We could do it together.

But I have to say, Blaine,

that if it makes you feel
uncomfortable at all,

then we'll just forget about prom.

We'll go to a movie instead.

I am crazy about you.

So I'll take that as a yes?

Yes.

You and I are
going to the prom.
Mmm! Mmm!

Is this a surprise party
or something?

Because my birthday
was last week.

It was? Um, no.

Mercedes and I, we have
a proposition for you.

We were wondering if you'd
like to go to prom with us.

Kind of like a three-way date,
but not the dirty kind.

That sounds great.
But I can't afford
to take one girl to the prom.

I don't know how
I'm gonna take two.

- What's this?
- Our prom budget.

You're gonna have to borrow
a suit from your dad.

We're gonna buy five-dollar dresses
down at the Goodwill...

and make our own corsages out of flowers
from my mom's garden.

We can walk to prom
and then use what's left...

to get the 8.99 all-you-can-eat
pasta special at Breadstix.

But, you know, the $20,
it's not charity. It's a loan.

So... you'll go with us?

- It would be an honor.
- Yes!

Ladies, I appreciate
you welcoming me...

into the sacred inner sanctum
that is the prom gown dry run.

Why did we decide
to include Kurt?

Because getting a look past him
is like getting a thumbs-up
from Joan and Melissa Rivers.

It just might goose
our pre-prom buzz factor.

I look like a lemon merengue pie.

- I think you look delicious.
- Don't despair.

Nobody bigger than a size two
looks good in a prom dress.

They're practically designed
to make us look awkward.

I think the color is wrong.

Let's go navy, hmm?

- It's chic and slimming.
- Duly noted.

- Agree? Agree?
- Oh, my God.

- It's brilliant. Absolutely.
- I pledge. Next.

I knew it.

- Fashion.
- Devil in a red dress.

Perfect. And it's totally appropriate
for your personality.

I have no criticisms.
Go with God, Satan...
Santana.

Now, if you ladies excuse me,
I have to pull options
for my own prom outfit.

Wait. So you're going? Stag?
That's just tragic.

Yes, I'm going, and not alone.

- With Blaine.

Congratulations.
That's amazing.

Ladies, if you'll excuse me,
I have a private
fashion question for Kurt.

Okay.

So, Kurt, I think that you need
a full security detail...

which the Bully Whips and I
would be more than happy
to provide you with.

You know,
like the Hell's Angels...

when the Rolling Stones
performed at Altamont Speedway.

- I think that went off without a hitch.
- And why would you do that?

Because I'll get
sympathy votes
for prom queen.

I'll be like the law-and-order
Eva Perón candidate.

Grimace and Stretch Marks
won't stand a chance.

So, since you don't have
a date to the prom,

I was hoping
you could help me out with
Operation Punch and Judy.

Every year at McKinley,
they crown a king and queen
at the prom.

But there's a shadow world...

a dark community
of troublemakers that
crown the prom anti-king.

You're planning
on that being you?

My street cred's
in the gutter.

If I actually win prom king
with Lauren...

I'll never be able to rebuild
my reputation as a lovable
but dangerous miscreant.

I have to spike
Coach Sylvester's punch.

What does this have to do with me?
I'm prime suspect number one.

- Coach Sylvester won't let me
within 10 feet of that bowl.

When she grabs me,
I'll create a diversion
with my sweet dance moves.

She'll be mesmerized,
hypnotized by my love dance.

That's when you'll
sneak in behind us and pour
a bottle of gin in the bowl.

Awesome, right?

So are you in
as my assistant badass?

Look, I'm... I'm sorry.

While I admire
your bad-boy villainy...

and, yes, long for the day
when I'm similarly cool,

I don't think
spiking the prom hooch
will impress Brittany enough.

There's gotta be
a surefire way for her
to both forgive me...

and accept my prom proposal.

There's gotta be.

Oh, uh, members
of the Audiovisual Club,

I may possibly
sing this song at prom...

and when I'm done rehearsing,
I'd like your feedback.

Tell me if I was brilliant
or simply outstanding.

There's a fire startin' in my heart

Reachin' a fever pitch

And it's bringin' me out the dark

Finally, I can see you
crystal-clear

Go ahead and sell me out

And I'll lay your ship bare

- See how I'll leave
with every piece of you
-

Don't underestimate
the things that I will do

There's a fire
startin' in my heart

Reachin' a fever pitch
and it's bringin' me
out the dark

The scars of your love
remind me of us

They keep me thinkin'
that we almost had it all

The scars of your love,
they leave me breathless

I can't help feelin'

We could have had it all

You're gonna wish you
never met me

- Rollin' in the deep
- Tears are gonna fall

- Rollin' in the deep
- You had my heart
inside your hand

And you played it to the beat

Rollin' in the deep

Throw your soul through
every open door

Count your blessings
to find what you look for

Turn my sorrow
into treasured gold

Pay me back in kind
and reap just what you sow

You're gonna wish you

Yeah, we could have had it all

- Rollin' in the deep
- We could have had it all

It all, it all, it all

Hey, you could have had it all

Rollin' in the deep

You had my heart
inside your hand

And you played and you played
and you played

And you played it
to the beat

It's good
to see you again, Rachel.

Jesse.

What are you doing here?

How was I supposed to know I was
actually supposed to show up...

to those other classes
at school?

I was majoring in show choir.

I just assumed it would be
like at Carmel...

and the school would get
some Asian kid...

to take math and English
and scientific for me.

That's awful.

I came back to see you, Rachel.

What I did to you...

that's my one great regret.

Yeah. It was kind of weird.

One day you were telling me
that you loved me,

and then you were inexplicably
throwing eggs at my head
the next.

I know. I know.

I traded love
for a fourth consecutive
national championship.

It was a bum deal.

For a first, maybe,
but for a fourth, no way.

I've come to make amends.

So what are you doing for prom?

So, I heard a nasty rumor
that Jesse St. James
is back in town,

and I also heard that he
is going to be your date.

No, he's joining
Mercedes and Sam and I
on our prom-on-a-budget.

He's gonna be in town
for a while though, so I'm not
sure what's gonna come of it.

I don't trust him.
Don't you remember
what he did to you?

You can't tell me
what to do anymore, okay?

If I wanna date Jesse...
or anyone, for that matter...

it stopped being your business
when you broke up with me.

I still care about you.

Look, all I ask is that,
whoever I choose,

that you be as supportive of me
as I've been of you and Quinn...

even though I'm dying every day
inside about it.

You know, I don't even want to go
to the stupid prom anymore.

Quinn's got me handing out pens
with our names on 'em.

Where's the dignity?
And I hate renting those tuxes.

And the corsage...
I know I'm gonna
pick the wrong one,

and then Quinn's gonna
be all pissed off...

and her mom's gonna
look at me like...
Hey, just...

Just get her something simple.
A wrist corsage.

Girls like Quinn, you don't
want to do anything that's
gonna distract from their face,

so ask for a gardenia...

with a light green ribbon
wrapped around it
to match her eyes.

Okay?

Everything looks good.

No gay protests or rainbow flags
being lit on fire down this way.

Are you finished talking?

Yeah.

When you're finished talking,
you should say "over."

Sorry. No burning
Liberace mannequins.
Over.

All right, lady lips,
all clear.

Teen gay,
you may now proceed
to the next checkpoint...

without fear of violence.

Why are you speaking
so loud?

I'm the law-and-order
prom queen candidate...

here to protect every
student at this school
from harassment.

Did she...
I'm walking away
from you now.

Just crack the egg.

I don't understand the difference
between an egg...

with a baby chicken inside of it
and an egg with an egg in it.

They're the same thing.
Okay, that's really
confusing,

because this
is a baby chicken's house.

Miss Hagberg? I understand
that cupcakes are really
trendy right now.

And I know that the making
of a foie gras might be
a little morose,

but I would like to at least
graduate high school knowing
how to make some kind of pâté.

Excuse me, Miss Hagberg.
I need to say something.

Brittany, I was a jerk to you,

and I want to make it up to you
with a song...

so maybe you'll consider
going to prom with me.

A prom proposal!

Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she wonderful?

I never thought
through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely,
made from love?

I thought this song
was about a baby.

Isn't she pretty?

Oh, my God.

Truly the angels' best

Boy, I'm so happy

We have been heaven-blessed

I can't believe
what God has done

Through us, he's given life
to one

But isn't she lovely,
made from love?

Isn't she lovely?

Life and love are the same

Londie, it could
have not been done

Without you
who conceived the one

That's so very lovely,
made from love

Ow!

Whoo!

So?

Artie, that was lovely.

But I'm not gonna go
to prom with you.

You called me stupid,
and I really didn't like that.

So I'm sorry,
but I'm gonna go
to prom by myself...

and really work on me
and dance with
other people's dates.

I understand.

I... I hope you know
how sorry I am.

Yeah.

Dude, sorry for the timing,

but I'd really like to
revisit the possibility of you
helping me spike the punch bowl.

I'm in.

Nothing to live for.

So you think it's cool if I
jam with you guys at prom?

Yeah. Totally.

Good news, boys.

My buddy Enzo
from the tux rental shop
is giving you half off.

- Sweet.
- Yeah. So what are you
gonna go with?

I'm going simple...
black, thin-lapel collar,
very discreet.

Know what I wore at my prom?
I wore a powder-blue tux...

with a ruffled shirt
and a big velour bow tie.

Looked like Tony Orlando.

- Was that a designer?
- No.

No need for half off
my outfit.

Because half of it
is already off?

My ensemble is an homage
to the recent royal wedding...

and the late Alexander McQueen.

I had to make it myself.
There's simply nothing
off the rack...

that is suitable for the young,
fashionable man in Ohio.

Dude, that rocks.
It's like gay Braveheart.

- Thank you.
- I don't like it.

Well, of course
you don't like it.
It's not finished yet.

I think it still
needs, like, a sash,
or maybe some beads.

I'm not gonna stop you
from wearing it,
but I gotta be honest.

I think you're just trying
to stir the pot a little bit.

I think you're trying
to get some attention.

Exactly. What's the point
of dressing up?

That's why some guys wear
the tails with the top hat...

and the girls
wear the hoopskirts.

- Blaine, help me out here.
- I think your dad has a point.

I think what he's trying to say
is that we just don't want...

to give anyone a reason
to cause any trouble.

There's a lot of bad people
out there, Kurt,

and they're a lot worse
than this Karofsky kid.

And all they're looking for
is a match to light under
the fire of their hate.

Now, of course I want...
I want you to be yourself.

But I also want you
to be practical.

Okay, I have done everything right.

Now, Blaine, I understand
that, after what you've been
through, you're worried.

But prom is about joy,
not about fear. Okay?

So I'm wearing this suit.

I worked hard on it,
and I think it's fantastic.

And if you don't want to join me,
I completely understand.

Here we are...
third-period, French class.

I'm going to calculus,
so wait inside the classroom
after the bell rings...

until I get back
to walk you to lunch.

Have you noticed that no one
has said boo to me this week?

'Cause the Bully Whips
are protecting you.
Maybe.

But maybe no one has been
harassing me this week
because nobody cares.

You're dreaming.

I'm not saying that everyone
in this school is ready
to embrace the gay,

but maybe at least
they've evolved enough
to be indifferent.

I see how miserable
you are, Dave.

I could just hate you when
you were bullying me, but...

now all I see is your pain.

And you don't have to
torture yourself over this.

I'm not saying you should
come out tomorrow...

but maybe soon the moment
will arise when you can.

What's wrong?

I'm so... I'm so
freaking sorry, Kurt.

I'm just so sorry
for what I did to you.

I know. I know.

Cool.

Thanks.

Uh, remember.

You wait for me here, right?

Quinny, your date's here.

It's one of the good things
about being in Glee Club...

you really get to know your
way around a cummerbund.

Let me get my camera.

You look great.

You're the most beautiful girl
I've ever seen in my life.

I, uh... I got you
a wrist corsage.

It matches my eyes.
I know.

Okay, you two.
Picture time.

You look like Cinderella.
Let's get together.

Okay.

Give me prom pose.

Mercedes, can I just say
that you look fierce
in your dress?

Totally, Mercedes.

You both look smokin'.
You're damn straight
we do.

Seriously, though, Jesse, what
do you think of the bolo tie?
Pretty cool, right?

I saw Springsteen in the cover
of Tunnel of Love album
wearing it.

Dude, that was, like,
20 years ago.

I'm really sorry
to hear about what happened
with your family, Sam.

I hope it's okay.
I sort of filled Jesse
in on what was going on.

Of course it's okay.
Sam has nothing
to be ashamed of.

I know how tough
it is out there.

I couldn't even get a job
as one of those singing waiters
at Johnny Rockets.

But I've got an idea.

They say that the best time
to start any business
is during a recession.

I don't know why...
or even what a recession is...

but it's my understanding
that we're in one.

He's so smart.
I can't believe
he flunked out of college.

So I was thinking,
what are the two things
that I'm great at?

Show choir and destroying
the competition.

So what if I open up
a dance studio...

where I could act
as a consultant for show choirs
looking to get that extra edge?

Do you think
there are enough show choirs
to keep you in business?

Of course there are.
That's a brilliant idea.

You could be, like,
the show choir whisperer.

I'm sure we could get
Mr. Schue to hire him.

- That's how we could
beat Vocal Adrenaline.
- Hey. Guys.

You look amazing.
And don't forget to vote
for Hudson-Fabray tonight.

Hey, Jesse.
What'd you order?
Scrambled eggs?

I mean, I know you usually like
them served on people's heads.

Quinn, you look stunning...
the ghost of Grace Kelly.

Let me know if you get tired of
your boyfriend stomping on your
pretty little feet all night.

I'll be more than happy
to cut in.
Okay.

Hush, you guys.
You're totally
ruining the vibe.

Quinn, you look hot.
Finn, you look handsome.

I love you guys,
but get lost.
We'll see you there.

- All right, this is
gonna be off the hook.
- Who's ready for some prom?

- I'm ready for prom.
- Cheers, guys.

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

- Ooh, yeah
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

7:00 a.m.
Wakin' up in the morning

Gotta be fresh
Gotta go downstairs

Gotta have my bowl
Gotta have cereal

Seein' everything
The time is goin'

Tickin' on and on
Everybody's rushin'

Gotta get down
to the bus stop

Gotta catch my bus
I see my friends

Kickin' in the front seat

Sittin' in the back seat

Gotta make my mind up

Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday

Gotta get down on Friday

Everybody's lookin' forward
to the weekend, weekend

Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday

Everybody's lookin' forward
to the weekend

- Partyin', partyin'
- Yeah!

Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward
to the weekend

Yesterday was Thursday,
Thursday

Today is Friday, Friday

We, we, we so excited

- Party
- We so excited

We gonna
have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday

And Sunday
comes afterwards

I don't want
this weekend to end

Artie, Artie Abrams

So chillin' in the front seat
In the back seat

- I'm drivin', cruisin'
- Yeah, yeah

Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
with a cop on my side

Whoo! Passin' by
is a school bus in front of me

Makes ticktock, ticktock
Wanna scream

Check my time, it's Friday
It's the weekend

We gonna have fun
Come on, come on, y'all

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday

Everybody's lookin' forward
to the weekend, weekend

Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday

Everybody's lookin' forward
to the weekend

- Partyin', partyin'
- Yeah!

Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward
to the weekend

Best prom ever!

No, I can't take one more step
towards you

'Cause all that's waiting
is regret

And don't you know
I'm not your ghost anymore?

You lost the love
I love the most

I learned to live
half a life

And now you want me
one more time

And who do you
think you are?

Runnin' round
leavin' scars

Collecting
your jar of hearts

And tearin' love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice
inside your soul

So don't come back
for me

Who do you think
you are?

Isn't it great that the prom
is so inclusive this year?

Someone for everyone.

Even if it's a lie.
Remember how to put

Back the light
in my eyes

I wish I had missed
the first time that we kissed

'Cause you broke
all your promises

And now you're back

You don't get
to get me back

And who do you
think you are?

Mercedes?
Yes?

I just wanted to tell you
that you look beautiful.

Would you like to dance?

I'd love to.

You're gonna
catch a cold

From the ice
inside your soul

Don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

Who do you
think you are?

Who do you
think you are?

I'm so happy
to be here with you.

It's what I've always wanted.

Tora! Tora! Tora!
It's go time.

- Hey, Coach, wanna boogie?
- There's no music.

That's okay.

I got the music... in me.

Uh-uh!

In my office! Now!

What are you doing?

I'm just showing you
my dental kit.

Oh, my God.

You're gonna start
pulling out my teeth,
aren't you?

No, no, no. That would
get me sent to prison.

What I am going to do is attempt
to give you a simple cleaning,

which, as anyone who's been
to the dentist will tell you...

is an excruciating affair
of intense oral pain.

- What? No, it isn't.
Who's your dentist?
- Sue Sylvester, D.D.S.

Now, we can get all H.M.O.
Up in your Glee hole...

or you can tell me
who put you up
to spiking my bowl.

Come on, legs.

It was Puckerman, wasn't it?

Oh, he'll get expelled,

and you'll be
one Mohawk short
at nationals.

Please let me go.

All I want is to get
back out there...

and have one dance
with Brittany.

Okay, let me
get this straight.

I'm trying to interrogate you,

and you just told me
the one thing you really want.

You're the worst
P.O.W. Ever.

John McCain is rolling over
in his grave.

You are the girl
that I been dreamin' of

Ever since
I was a little girl

You are the girl
that I been dreamin' of

Ever since
I was a little girl

- One
- I'm bitin' my tongue

- Two
- He's kissin' on you

- Three
- Oh, why can't you see?

One, two, three, four!

The word's on the streets
and it's on the news

I'm not gonna teach him
how to dance with you

He's got two left feet
and he bites my moves

- I'm not gonna teach him
how to... Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
- Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!

The second I do, I know
we're gonna be through

I'm not gonna teach him
how to dance with you

He don't suspect a thing
I wish he'd get a clue

I'm not gonna teach him
how to

Dance! Dance!
Dance! Dance!

- Dance!
- Hey.

One!

Hey! Dude, keep it P.G.

Dude, it's none of Y. B...
your business.

Well, this is my school,
so it's my business.

- This isn't your girlfriend,
so beat it, M.J.
- Dance!

- Don't push me.
- One, two, three, four!

What's the matter
with you?

Stop it!
You're ruining everything!

You're code blue
in the gym, Coach.

- Aw, he's got two left feet
- What are you doing?

- And he bites my moves

I'm not gonna teach him
how to dance, dance,
dance, dance

Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!

Dance!

Prom is over for you,
Sugar Ray!

- You too, Marvelous Marvin.
You're out.
- What?

- You're takin' me out?
- Wait. But he and I are
nominated for prom...

Sucks for you, sister.

Attention, students.
Attention.

Will the candidates
for king and queen
gather on the stage?

The votes are in.

This is the moment
you've all been
waiting for...

where we announce
our junior prom king
and also prom queen.

Roll the drum, please.

And this year's
junior prom king is...

- David Karofsky.

Achievement.
Achievement.

You suck so bad,
Quinn Fabray.
I won.

Yeah!

And now your 2011
McKinley High
prom queen,

with an overwhelming number
of write-in votes, is...

Kurt Hummel.

Whoo!

- Kurt, stop! Kurt!

I have never
been so humiliated!
Stop.

Stop, Kurt.
Please, just stop.
Come on.

Don't you get
how stupid we were?

We thought that because
no one was teasing us
or beating us up...

that-that no one cared,
like some kind of progress
had been made.

But it's still the same.

It's just a stupid joke.
No, it's not.

All that hate...
they were just afraid
to say it out loud,

so they did it
by secret ballot.

I'm one big anonymous
practical joke.

- Quinn, you need to calm down.
- This is your fault.

Nobody ever would have
voted for me...

'cause they know
he would rather be with you.

That's not true.

I'm so sorry.

How could my running mate win
and I didn't?

I mean, just because
I hate everybody doesn't
mean they have to hate me too.

It's just a stupid crown
you can buy at the party store.

I'm gonna be an outsider
my whole life.

Can't I just have one night
where I'm queen?

I'm not going back in there.

- Where I'm accepted?
- No way.

There's no way
I'm staying at this school.

I'm gonna transfer out.

As soon as we get to New York,
I'm bailing to live
in a lesbian colony...

or Tribeca.

Would you at least sit down?

Do you want to go?

We don't have to go
back in there.

Wasn't this prom supposed
to be about redemption,

about taking away that lump
you had in your throat
from running away?

If we leave, all it's gonna do
is give me a lump too.

So what do you
want to do?

I'm gonna go back in there
and get coronated.

I'm gonna show them
that it doesn't matter
if they are yelling at me...

or whispering behind my back...

that they can't touch me,

that they can't touch us...
or what we have.

Most girls would be upset
about being slapped
in the face, but...

I happen to appreciate
the drama of it.

I know you think it's hard
to be you, Rachel.

At least you don't
have to be terrified
all the time.

What are you so scared of?

The future...

when all this is gone.

Look. You have nothing
to be scared of.

You're a very pretty girl,
Quinn.

Prettiest girl
I've ever met, but...

you're a lot more than that.

Here.

Can I help?

They must have sensed that I was
a lesbian. They must have.

Do I smell like a golf course?

They don't know
what you're hiding.
They just-

They know that you're
not being yourself.

If you were to embrace
all the awesomeness
that you are,

you would have won.

How do you know?
Because I voted for you.

And because
I believe in you, Santana.

This prom sucks.

Now what am I supposed to do?

Go back out there
and be there for Kurt.

This is gonna be
a lot harder for him
than it is for you.

Are you ready for this?

Well, stumbles, it's 10:00 p.m.
You've officially
missed your prom.

I'm not gonna rat somebody out
for doing something that I did.

I was upset and I wanted
to impress a girl.

But I wasn't down
on getting everybody wasted,

so I poured a flask of lemonade
into the punch.

Wait. You didn't
spike the punch?
Yes, I did.

With alcohol?

Oh. Yeah, then no, I didn't.

Why didn't you
tell me that before?

I was just about to pull out
a couple of your molars.

So can I go?

You should really
be ashamed of yourself.

You are seriously no fun
to interrogate
or almost torture.

Oh, my God.
I feel so bad for him.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your 2011 prom queen...
Kurt Hummel.

Eat your heart out,
Kate Middleton.

And now, behold the tradition
of our 2011 prom
king and queen...

sharing their first dance.

Now's your moment.

What?

Come out.
Make a difference.

-
-

I can't.

Excuse me.

- Oh, yeah
- May I have this dance?

You can dance

- You can jive
- Yes.

- Having the time
of your life
- Yes, you may.

Ooh, ooh, ooh
See that girl

Watch that scene
Diggin' the dancing queen

Friday night
and the lights are low

Looking out
for a place to go

Oh, where they play
the right music

Getting in the swing
You come to look for a king

And when you
get the chance

You are the dancing queen

Young and sweet

Only seventeen

Dancing queen

Feel the beat
from the tambourine

Oh, yeah

You can dance
you can jive

Having the time
of your life

Ooh, ooh, ooh
See that girl

Watch that scene
Diggin' the dancing queen

Dancing, dancing queen

- Diggin' the dancing queen

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