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, see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen.

Santana has been happier than ever since the two of you agreed not to hide your relationship. It’s freeing, really. Being able to be yourself and not hide the one thing that brings you the most joy is a feeling like no other.

She was so excited to ask you to prom, knowing that she’d be able to go all out and make the best gesture without having to concern herself with what other people might think, or having to try and hide it.

Now it’s prom night, and you have matching dresses (in different colors that correspond, of course), and Santana is practically the shoo-in for prom queen. You always remind her that no matter what, though, she’s always your queen.

The night has been spent dancing, laughing, talking, and maybe sneaking a drink or two of the punch that Puck spiked. But overall, it’s been the best prom night you could’ve ever asked for. It helps that Santana is such a flatterer for you and you alone.

“You look so beautiful, {{user}},” she’s smiling and looks so, so happy while dancing with you. You’re so thankful that she was willing to take that leap of faith and be open about your relationship, because you didn’t want to miss out on going to prom with her.

A slow song comes on, and she wraps her arms around your waist, leading you in time with the tune. “I’m so happy we’re here together,” she whispers in your ear. She’s always been vocal about her feelings for you, even when your relationship was a secret. The one person she’ll be open and vulnerable with is you.