Authors Note: Hey everyone. So this is my first story and I hope I do a good job with it. English is not my first language so please forgive me for any mistakes (just point them out to me so it won't happen again).

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters or show formats used in this story.

Please enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

„You can't be serious Quinn!" Santana looks at the massive building in front of her. Hundreds of girls mingle around and make way to much noise.

Quinn smirks at her. "Oh but I am! I'm sick of hearing your whining. You hate Louisville and cheerleading. All I'm asking of you is to at least try. Go in there and show of your skills. I'm right beside you."

Santana looks into the hazel eyes of her longtime friend. She knows that look and there is no way to argue. Quinn has a point after all. She hates cheerleading and only went to Louisville because she got a scholarship. "Okay. I'll do it. But I tell you, this whole thing is stupid. Look at all these girls here. I'm sure there are enough better than me."

"Whatever. Tell yourself that, but I know you've got a voice to die for." All trough highschool it was about cheerleading for them. Be on top, get a badass reputation and leave Ohio. Quinn is not sure when Santana lost her thrive but she is determined to get it back.

Both of them made their way into the building to get themselves a place in the casting. It took them a good 20 minutes to finally make it. "Here is your number. A group of 50 girls will be called into the room over there." The obviously bored blond guy pointed to a large door at the end of the hall. "In there five girls stand in front of the jury and sing. Afterwards you sit down until the last performance. At the end of the day the jury gives out a list of 25 names that made it to the re-call tomorrow. But all the information for that will be given at the time. Good luck."

Santana was dismissed and looked around. There really were way too many girls. Not that she would complain about that usually. She came out in her senior year. Since she has been to college there were quite an amount of girls under her sheets. Life was good in that department. She got laid whenever she wanted, no strings attached. The girls she was looking at now however are concurrence (not that she would admit that she took this casting seriously).

"Let's find some place to settle down until we're called." Santana tensed up for a moment until she recognized Quinn's voice.

"Yeah…" Santana nodded and followed her friend to a place at the huge window. They've got quite a few over New York from up here.

Santana decided to listen to some music while they waited to be called. She took out her iPod and scrolled down to her current favorites. Some Amy Winehouse will calm her growing nerves. She didn't even realize that over an hour passed and they were called into the casting room but Quinn shook her out of her daze.

"Come on. It's our turn." Quinn pulled her up and practically tracked her down the floor. Santana was wondering if Quinn was really just here to help her out or if it wasn't the other way around. She shrugged at the thought and followed her best friend anyway.

The room was packed with 50 girls. There were at least 8 cameras around and in front was a small stage facing the table with the jury. The four people behind the table stood up. There was a woman in a track suit with short blonde hair and a sneer on her face. She introduced herself as the one and only Sue Sylvester who doesn't give a shit about "you little wanna be Britney Spears and Rhiannas".

The guy next to her cut her off and introduced himself as Willam Schuester. Santana had heard of that guy. He is a producer of the New Direction Foundation in New York. But he looked way too nice and his creasy hair let the chills run down Santana's arms.

Luckily David Martinez started talking soon after. He was some serious eye candy. If she wasn't gay Santana would probably try to get all up on that. But she kinda gets the vibes from him, too. So gay but without a doubt a great singer.

Last one in front was a witty blonde. Holly Holiday. All flirty and obviously looking for some fun within the show. Holly seemed to recite some history stuff throughout her whole speech and 98% of the bimbos around her probably got no education 'cause they looked seriously lost. Santana smirked. Easy.

Santana listened to the first two groups being called up to perform. They were horrible. Did they actually think they can sing? Good god, she thinks her ears are starting to bleed any time now. "Number 1089, 1090, 1091, 1092 and 1093 are next!" Santana looked down again and saw that she was number 1093.

A short look over to Quinn gave her all the confidence she needed. 'You've got this!' These hazel eyes said it all and Santana got up, chin held high. Next to her were two southern looking hippies, one decent looking tall brunette and right next to her a small redhead. This one looked so pale that Santana took a step to the left just to make sure to be away far enough if the girl decides to puke or something.

The two hippies both sang the same song and got smashed by one Sue Silvester. The rest of the jury tried to be nicer but honestly Sue was right. They looked like 'twins out of the 70tis who smoked too much weed and were a mere second away from making love not war'.

The tall brunette, called Marie, was actually not that bad. She had a decent voice and knew the lyrics. Before Sue got to say anything Will praised her and told her how incredible she was. Santana saw how Sue was close to punch Will in the face but Holly rushed on with the next contestant.

The redhead couldn't even get out her name before she stormed out of the room. Some gagging noises could be heard before the door fully closed again. Santana made a disgusted face but was soon reminded, that she was the last one left in this group. "Sandbags, you are next."

Santana quirked an eyebrow at Sue's insult. She glared a bit until David Martinez urged her on. "What's your name?"

"Santana." He smiled at her and nodded.

"Well, go on then, Santana. We are listening."

Santana took a deep breath when she saw the camera zooming in on her face. She felt all eyes on her back and was suddenly very aware that she could fail. She closed her eyes and concentrated at the song. She chose Adele's 'Someone like you'. Her voice cracked with a start but soon she found her confidence. With her raspy voice and strong notes she made it halfway through the song until she heard none other than Sue Sylvester interrupt her. "Enough Sandbags!"

Santana was back in reality and glared at Sue, waiting for some serious insults. But they never came. She saw Sue looking her up and down and then giving her a thigh lipped smile. "At least you made me forget that puking Pippi Longstocking."

"You have something in your voice that captivates me. I can see some potential in there. Keep it up." Will smiled his strange perverted smile at me and I shivered. Urgh.

"Sweet cheeks I love you." Holly stood up, rounded the table and hugged Santana who stood stock still in shock. "You look hot and you sound hot, perfect combination." Holly grinned and Santana responded with an uneasy smile.

David just smiled at her before he dismissed her group. Thank god, Santana thought. Now she can go on with her life. Well, after Quinn got this all over with, too.