"are you clinically insane or just incredibly annoying?" mercedes asks, pushing her best friend in front of the mirror. "you look hot. look at yourself, you are gorgeous. you'll have sam drooling."
                          
"what about you? you gonna get that pink dress?"
                          
"no i was thinking this one?" mercedes presents a royal blue dress with sequins on the bodice.  "we'll match."
                          
"you'll look amazing. okay blue it is."
                          
rachel, kurt and blaine stood in front of the glee club the following day, with a big announcement, "so kurt and blaine and i are throwing an anti-prom party."
                          
"what's an anti-prom party?" rory asks, still learning what an american prom was.  
                          
"it's a party for those of us who maybe feel a little, you know, disenfranchised by the actual prom. and i got us a hotel room at lima's best hotel, red rooster express suite, and everyone's invited."
                          
quinn turned to her running mate, which also happened to be rachel's boyfriend, "you're supporting this?"
                          
"i'm supporting her, and i'll be there as soon as i'm done fulfilling my obligations," finn assured quinn. 
                          
kurt continues in the explanation of their party, "the mood will be celebratory, the food will be catered, the libations will be plentiful, and the dress code will be creative black tie."
                          
"optional, optional, optional," rachel quickly corrects. "and keeping up with the anti-prom theme, everyone is welcome, and unlike the actual prom, which ends at 11:00 p. m. , ours goes until the wee hours of the night. it's where the fun's at, you guys."
                          
"okay, how is everyone welcome when this is clearly just a party for you and the two gay winklevii twins?" santana asked. 
                          
"actually, santana, we've invited most of mckinley's underclassmen." 
                          
puck stuffs his hands in his pockets, "i'm in."
                          
"but what about your tradition of trying to spike coach sylvester's punch bowl? i almost lost my teeth for it last time," artie asked, concerned for the senior's sudden disinterest. 
                          
"it's impossible. olus it's a bummer, always failing at everything."
                          
santana was not having any of rachel's crap, "can we just talk about what this really is? rachel berry isn't getting her way, so she's punishing the rest of us."
                          
"santana, that's not the case at all."
                          
"stop acting like you're fine and start dealing with your crap," santana yelled. "look, you choked at your big audition. i get it. i'm sorry, but it happens. and i understand that you're pissed off at the universe, but imploding on one of the last nights that we have to spend together because, basically, you're just not in the mood to dance is maybe the pettiest thing you have ever done. so have fun at your "i'm a victim" party, acting like you're not some selfish, self-centered, lame-ass wannabe diva from hell, because me, i'm going to go to my senior prom with my girlfriend and my friends."
                          
"ready for the prom?" cass asked as they pulled into the school's parking lot that saturday night. 
                          
logan nodded, clutching the box of mercedes' corsage, "yes ma'am.'
                          
the siblings walked to the gym's double doors, meeting their dates. sam turned to see his girlfriend, amazed, "oh my god cass. you look, wow."
                          
"thank you, you look pretty wow yourself."
                          
mercedes sees her date, standing her slackjawed, "logan you okay?"