Little (Glee) Mix

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got)

Prom!
It's reaching the end. I have something huge planned for the final chapter so keep reading!

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"I am nominated for Prom Queen with Puck, my boyfriend, to be my King so vote Fabray-Puckerman!" Quinn shouts as she walks down the hallway, holding a poster. Her hand is linked with Puck's who looks bored and unimpressed but when Quinn looks at him, he smiles.
"Junior Prom; the one time in every girls life when she can be a queen or a princess." Rachel says while walking down the hallway, holding onto Finn's hand.
"Do you want to go with me to prom?" Finn asks.
"I'd love to." Rachel says and kisses Finn.
"Who else is nominated for Prom Queen and King?" Finn asks.
"I think Santana is running with Sam then there's some jock and Cheerio who are running for Prom court together." Rachel says.
"Did you want to be nominated?"
"It would've been nice but I don't think I would ever be nominated."
Quinn walks up to Rachel and Finn, "Are you going to be voting for Fabray-Puckerman?" For a moment, Rachel swears she sees the sinister smirk of Damon Salvatore on Quinn's face. It looks so evil and like she's planning something big.
"Uh, maybe." Finn says.
"Rachel?" Quinn asks, smiling so large that it begins to scare Rachel.
"Uh, um, it's, ah, maybe." Rachel says, stuttering.
Quinn smiles like Damon Salvatore mixed with the Cheshire Cat then walks away, dragging Puck behind her. He mouths 'Help Me' to Finn and Rachel before Quinn drags him around the corner.

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"Come on, Trouty. You and I are nominated for Prom King and Queen and we got to start campaigning since I don't want to lose to Fabray." Santana says as she sits at the table across from Sam in the library.
"Santana, does Mercedes want me to go on tour with you guys next year?" Sam asks.
Santana goes all serious, "She wants to be with you but she doesn't want to take you away from your Senior year."
Sam sighs, "Let's start our campaign for the royals of Prom."
They start to plan out posters, using a computer to make a poster for Prom. They print a whole bunch of copies then go out into the hallway.
"Vote for Evans-Lopez!" Santana shouts as she walks down the hallway as Sam puts up the posters. Santana puts one poster over a poster saying 'Vote For Fabray-Puckerman' and smirks at herself.

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Prom night comes quickly. The New Directions are doing the music for it like Sadie Hawkins when they were performing there too. Even though they aren't Juniors, Jake, Marley, Ryder, Kitty, Joe, Sugar, Artie, Tina and Unique are still at the dance.
Artie, Sam, Blaine and Jake are first up to perform.

[Jake & Artie:]
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Sam:]
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say
If you can't read from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf, maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind

[Blaine (Sam, Artie & Jake)]
OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal, baby it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
(Hey, hey, hey)
You don't need no papers
(Hey, hey, hey)
That man is not your maker

[Sam, Blaine, Jake & Artie:]
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Sam:]
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for

[Sam, Artie, Jake & Blaine:]
You the hottest bitch in this place

[Jake (Sam, Artie & Blaine):]
I feel so lucky
(Hey, hey, hey)
You wanna hug me
(Hey, hey, hey)
What rhymes with hug me?
(Hey, hey, hey)

[Blaine (Jake, Artie & Sam):]
OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal, baby it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
(Hey, hey, hey)
You don't need no papers
(Hey, hey, hey)
That man is not your maker
(Hey, hey, hey)

[Blaine, Sam, Artie & Jake:]
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I hate them lines
I know you want it
I hate them lines
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Artie:]
One thing I ask of you
Let me be the one you back that ass to
Yo, from Malibu, to Paribu
Yeah, had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you
So hit me up when you passing through
I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on, even when you dress casual
I mean it's not almost unbearable
Then, honey you're not there when I'm
With my foresight bitch you pay me by
Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I just watch and wait for you to salute
But you didn't pick
Not many women can refuse this pimpin'
But I'm a nice guy, but you get it if you get with me

[Sam:]
Shake the vibe, get down, get up
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you doing like word

[Artie (Sam, Blaine & Jake:]
Baby can you breathe? I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me Dakota to Decatur, uh huh
No more pretending
(Hey, hey, hey)
Cause now you winning
(Hey, hey, hey)
Here's our beginning

[Jake, Blaine, Sam & Artie:]
I always wanted a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Jake & Artie:]
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey