Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

"Bunny! Your date is here." Rachel's dad yelled up the stairs and she took a deep breath.

"I'm nervous." Rachel admitted to Santana and Brittany, who were both sitting on her bed. "I mean… do I look okay? Do you think he'll like the dress?" She spun around in front of them, her light pink dress flaring out around her.

"You look amazing." Brittany smiled.

"You know what happens at prom, right?" Santana smiled wickedly. "Has Puckerman got a hotel room yet?" She sprawled out on Rachel's plushy bed.

Rachel blushed and looked in the mirror again. "If he did, he didn't tell me about it." She shrugged innocently.

"She's lying, Santana." Brittany whispered.

"I-I am not." Rachel stammered and tried to look offended.

"Britt-Britt is like… a human lie detector." Santana smirked and walked over to Rachel. "So which hotel did he get? Did he at least get a nice suite?"

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. "He said he wanted it to be a surprise."

Brittany squealed and Santana laughed. "Come on, San. We need to get downstairs." Brittany pulled her girlfriend with her. "But remember, Rachel, when you come downstairs you have to do that slow walk down them like in the movies."

Santana laughed again and Rachel just shook her head, smiling in amusement at the blonde. "I'll do that." Rachel watched the two girls walk out of the room and then heard Brittany's squeals of how handsome Noah looked.

Rachel took a deep breath and looked at her reflection one last time before leaving her bedroom. She paused at the top of the stairs just like Brittany had instructed and her eyes locked with Puck's. His smiled widened and he watched her carefully. She gripped the handrail to steady herself and slowly took the stairs down.

"You look beautiful, bunny." Her dad kissed her cheek when she reached the small group that was surrounding her. "Like a little woman." He smiled proudly.

Rachel looked around at her dads and then moved her gaze to Santana and Brittany, who were both waiting patiently by the front door. She caught Noah's eye and smiled slightly. "So?" She asked and spun around to give him the full effect. "How do I look?"

Puck swallowed hard and nodded. "You're gorgeous."

Her eyes lit up and she giggled while a light blush spread over her cheeks. "Pictures?" She suggested and looked behind her to her dads. "We should get a few of all four of us and then just Noah and I."

Santana rolled her eyes but stood tall beside Brittany for the next fifteen minutes while one of Rachel's dads bossed the four kids around, making them pose for numerous pictures. Finally, her other dad said to put the camera away and kissed Rachel on her cheek before sending them on their way.

"We should have gotten a limo." Santana grumbled as the four ate their pre-prom dinner. "Instead, we're going to show up in my dad's car."

"Your dad has a hummer." Rachel pointed out.

Santana just shrugged and shoved another forkful of food into her mouth. "Kurt and Blaine are going to meet us at the school." She reminded their little group. "Mercedes, Sam, Tina, and Mike said they were going to Lobster Shack for dinner."

"What about Finn and Quinn?" Brittany asked.

"What about us?" Quinn suddenly showed up in front of the booth, Finn standing right behind her.

The blonde was smiling brightly and wearing this pretty blue dress that came to about her knees and sparkled. She was wearing this pretty boutonniere that matched her eyes – Rachel's idea – and her hair was pulled up because according to Quinn, her neck was one of her best features.

"Hey, guys." Finn's smile was tight as he looked at how close Rachel and Puck was sitting. "Having fun?"

"We were." Santana muttered.

"Be nice." Brittany hissed and then smiled at Quinn. "You two look amazing."

"Thank you." Quinn laughed softly. "You guys are going to vote for us, right?"

"Fuck no." Puck retorted quietly and Rachel dug her elbow into his side. "Yea, sure, Quinn."

"Okay then." Quinn grinned. "Finn and I hope to see you there."

"Did you get a hotel room?" Finn asked suddenly and everyone turned towards Puck to see his response. "Because I heard you did but I didn't think Rachel would be down for something like that."

Puck glanced at Rachel, who was blushing, and then looked to Quinn, who was gripping Finn's hand and her mouth was twisted into a scowl. "I…"

"We have to go." Santana stood up. "We're dining and dashing so you two might want to get out of the way." She brushed past Quinn, pulling Brittany along with her quickly.

"Have a good night." Rachel smiled and let Puck drag her out of the restaurant.

"I'm not voting for that bitch." Santana said as soon as the four were back in her dad's Hummer with Puck behind the wheel. "I'd rather stick pens in my ears."

"We didn't really dine and dash, did we, Noah?" Rachel whispered once he pulled out onto the road. "I can't imagine what kind of trouble our nice waitress could get in."

"I left money on the table." He replied and glanced back at Santana. "And I saw Satan slip our waitress a nice tip on the way out."

"She was nice." Santana shrugged.

"You're going soft." Puck accused, amusement lacing his voice. "You never would have thought twice about leaving without paying two months ago."

"Two months ago I didn't have an amazing girlfriend." Santana smiled at Brittany and then glared at Puck. "I'm not the only one that left money, Puckerman. You're going soft, too."

Puck chuckled. "I won't be soft tonight."

Rachel blushed and looked down at her hands tangled together in her lap. She hadn't really thought about the hotel room Puck had gotten until tonight. He had told her a week ago about it but she hadn't given it much thought. Now she couldn't stop the lump from forming in her throat and questioning whether she was really ready or not. She cared about Noah, she did, and she might even stretch to say that she's in love with him. But she's not sure she's ready to make that kind of decision.

She looked over at Noah when he pulled into the school parking lot. He hopped out, helping Brittany and Santana out – he didn't even have to be asked – before coming over to take Rachel's hand and help her jump down. She smiled at him and tightened her grip on his hand. Tonight was supposed to be perfect; this was their junior prom.

Santana's words kept ringing in her ears 'you know what happens at prom, right' as she let Noah lead her into the school lobby. She looked around taking in all of the decorations the music that drifted from the gymnasium. It was amazing and it got better when she stepped into the gym with Noah by her side.

Rachel had thought about what her first time would be like. She had imagined flower petals, soft music, and even candles. But now, standing here beside Noah, she just wanted him. She didn't need all of the other stuff because it doesn't matter as long as you're with someone special. Noah was special to her.

"You ready, Rach?" Puck asked and motioned to the dance floor.

Rachel smiled and looked around one last time before making up her mind. She looked over at Noah and stepped closer to him. "I'm ready."