SUMMARY – After they each face an unfortunate turn of events, Santana, Quinn, Brittany and Rachel decide to take a road trip, leading to self exploration, revelations and newfound feelings. Eventual Quinntana with Faberittana friendship. Rachel and Brittany will not be a pairing.
First four chapters are part of the prologue, explaining their situation. Basically chapter five will be the actual start of the story. From there on out I will be switching up between Santana and Quinn's POV, maybe Brittany and Rachel later on. Give it a shot!
PROLOGUE I: SANTANA
Two years ago – That's when I knew for sure that I wanted to be a dancer. Even though dancing was something I always loved to do, I always figured… I wouldn't stand a chance in the real world. If it hadn't been for Berry and Hummel I never would have considered pursuing a career in dancing. I was lost, at the time. I knew I made the right decision when I moved to New York, yet I found myself struggling to settle down. Sure, I had a job, as a kind of dancer, I guess. Fine, I was a cage dancer. It wasn't exactly how I pictured my future after McKinley. But then again, I never really had a clear idea of what it was that I wanted to do in the first place.
I watched everyone else in glee club chase their dreams. Mercedes moved to L.A. to become a recording artist. Mike went off to become a professional dancer. Quinn was at freakin' Yale. Artie enrolled in some prestigious film school. Brittany even left early to attend MIT. Rachel and Kurt both got into NYADA.
As much I was a bitch to them some of the – sorry, most of the time – the truth is, I've always been jealous of them. They knew that there was ninety-nine percent chance that they would not succeed in making it in the business, yet they found it in themselves to keep striving to be part of that one percent.
See I couldn't do that. I was a fucking coward.
Yet somewhere along the way I started to wonder, what if I did stand a chance? As much as living with Kurt and Rachel annoyed me a lot of the time, it also inspired me. Seeing them get so passionate about something, it was amazing, really. Not that I'd ever admit that to them. It was Rachel who convinced me to start taking up dance classes at NYADA. I was hesitant at first, but Kurt reminded me that I had nothing to lose. Thanks for that by the way. Anyhow, that's when I started to feel… Alive. I got back in touch with a part of myself that I thought I'd lost forever. After a few months, I asked for the admission papers. I was still contemplating whether or not I should go for it. It took me a hell of a lot of strength to take the plunge, but I did. I nailed the audition – obviously – and I got into NYADA. Funny how I used to make jokes about whatever it was Kurt and Rachel did there, and now I actually get why they were always so excited. Kinda scary. Guess some of it was bound to rub off on me at some point.
NYADA turned out to be an amazing ride, I even got to dance in some major shows. I was starting to believe that I had a future in dancing. And maybe I would have, if it weren't for that fateful day. A few weeks ago I stayed to rehearse after everyone left. I just wanted to perfect those last moves. NYADA taught me to push my limits, and that's what I did. I wanted to get that one jump right, but somehow when I landed I heard something snap. I still don't really know what happened, all I remember was this excruciating pain in my knee. I knew this wasn't right, and the doctors proved it. They said I tore up my ACL. Basically, I fucked up my knee, and ruined my hopes of becoming a professional dancer.
I used to be afraid to pursue my dreams. Now that I finally decided to go for it, a bunch of idiots in white coats tell me that I can't? I don't believe this.
Fuck.
