Author's Note: Hey guys. Here's another fan fic done by me. Now, I'm going to warn you. I'm still busy with all of these fan fictions (mostly "Teach Me How to Love"); forgive me if I don't update as soon as we expect, okay? I appreciate the positive feedback and comments from all of you.

Now for this fan fiction, it will take place in the future for the most part. The Unholy Trinity and Kitty's trio – known as the Kitty Kats – will be Hollywood trios in the music industry, while other characters that are or have been in New Directions will start off as their different, respective occupations I thought they could be in or may have been predicted for them on Glee. Depending on what happens to them, these may change.

Rachel Berry, Kurt Hummel (1), and Sugar Motta – Broadway singers/actors

Unique/Wade Adams (1), Kurt Hummel (2) – Fashion designers

Unique/Wade Adams (2) – Comedy television actor/actress

Marley Rose – Writer/book store owner; photographer

Blaine Anderson – Politician/Senator of New York

Finn Hudson – Army man/serving for the army

Noah Puckerman – Modeling in Los Angeles, California

Mercedes Jones – Hollywood recording star

Sam Evans – NFL football player

Joe Hart – Pastor; part-time musician

Mike Chang, Tina Cohen-Chang – Performers in Chicago, IL

Artie Abrams – Film industry; part-time volunteer at local hospital in Lima, Ohio

Jake Puckerman – Artist; musician (guitar)

Jacob Ben Israel – Celebrity news reporter

Yes, everyone out of New Directions, plus a couple of additions, will be heard in this fan fiction, so look out for that. And without further ado, let's get the show on the road.

Prologue

We Had It Made for Us

Everyone in this world has dreams. People have dreams in coming up with antidotes for curing ill people that have to live in hospitals. People have dreams of being a member of Congress, or the whole U.S. government and making changes in politics. People have dreams of inventing products that will change the lives of people around the world. People have dreams of performing in concerts or acting in films and television shows.

Unfortunately, out of the hundred percent that have all of those dreams, the percent that actually achieve those dreams are very minimal. Not that many people cure people that easily. Not that many people can make it into Congress or even the U.S. government. Not that many people can even come up with a product that will change lives. Not that many people can make it through in the performing arts world.

That's not the case for the three girls who came up with the all-girl trio, the Unholy Trinity.

Once upon a time, they could care less about singing. They were the hottest cheerleaders in all of William McKinley. Quinn, Unholy Trinity's lead singer, was the captain of the Cheerios, which was coached by Sue Sylvester. She was a mean woman, and toughened the three ladies during their adventure as struggling cheerleaders. Her sidekicks and best friends, Santana Lopez and Brittany S. Pierce were as popular as she, and extremely hot according to some articles written by the one and only Jacob Ben Israel.

They had only been together for just about a period of time – starting in freshmen connections over the summer to the end of the 2011-2012 school year. All three of them had so much they wanted to do.

Quinn planned on attending the Yale School of Drama, majoring in writing and getting a minor in performing arts. All of those years of being in McKinley's New Directions really paid off for her. In her younger years at some point, she thought people in performing arts businesses – or schools for that matter – were mentally crazy. The boys' and girls' club wasn't much help at the time for her to learn about that. Plus, after going through the troubling and stressful past she's had, it gave her a lot of thoughts. Her fellow Glee club friends taught her that it's not good to keep your feelings bottled up; everyone has a story, and you have to tell it. And at that moment, Quinn immediately thought that there was no time like the present.

And then there was the unstoppable yet irresistible Santana Lopez. Nothing in her college agenda was planned out thoroughly, but all she wanted was to be famous. Fame and popularity; it's what the Unholy Trinity was born with, and that's what Santana wanted to die with. No matter whether she randomly grabs a video camera one day, belts out an Adele number, and posts the content on the widely-popular YouTube; she just happens to run into an agent after performing another kick-ass number in Nationals for the eligible college or her choice; or she gets any old degree from the magical hat of knowledge and winds up being exclusively amazing at it, she just wants it all in some type of way.

Last, but certainly not least, was the witty and whimsical Brittany S. Pierce. Out of every girl in New Directions, she was the best dancer. She could stretch her legs all the way up past her stature, her feet passing her silky, blonde ponytail. Dancing, other than coming up with magical myths and hanging out with her best friends, was one of the things she loved. It's unfortunate for her because she had no idea in the world what she wanted to do. Her mind was so imaginative; she could come up with anything and allow it to come true. Why not her future? Part of the time, she took Santana's advice on being popular – and Cooper Anderson's advice on being an excellent actor – and not attend college, which was considered to both as a waste of time.

Turned out that the vision of Brittany not going to college actually came true. Her grades slipped to an all-time low, causing her to take her seat in the back of a senior classroom and repeat her senior year once again. Her parents, of course, were upset at her. Santana and Quinn, both going after the high school afterlives of their dreams, were limited in seeing the poor blonde, and leaving their high school lives to start new ones in their selected universities.

While Brittany saw this as both an advantage and disadvantage, the two other girls of the Unholy Trinity saw it as only a disadvantage. Sure, to Brittany, it was going to be a real pain in the ass to have to make up for all of those homework assignments and exams she's been slacking on – God, only Ms. Ethel's American Literature test was one of the worst tests in the school. But she got a chance to stay with her fellow members of New Directions, and know that she's not totally alone. Tina was certainly there for as a friend when Santana and Quinn weren't. Maybe she could regain a friendship with Artie Abrams, or start one with Sam Evans or Blaine Anderson. Or some new members with the same qualities and kind heart Brittany had could be her new friend. Who knew?

Starting together, ending together.

No matter what Brittany did, where the other two headed off to, or what anyone thought, the Unholy Trinity just wanted their gang back together. They missed hanging out after school, having low-fat smoothies and shopping for new clothes. They missed complaining together about how complex the routines for the Cheerios were. They missed posing for photos they would occasionally post on MySpace. They wanted that all back. They wanted the Unholy Trinity back, and not in three different areas near the Midwest.

That opportunity, like the sun rising above the horizon in the summer, came by like never before.

Now, a few years later, their lives have completely changed. They were the biggest stars in Hollywood, California. Their names were plastered on every magazine and newspaper cover, every billboard, every advertisement on the internet. Not to mention the people themselves couldn't get enough of them. People, mostly teenagers and possibly siblings, would go to their concerts, buy their albums, and watch their videos.

Being on top of the world, like they used to be with the Cheerios, was the best feeling they've ever had.

"Excuse me, people!"

"Hey, you guys!"

"Good night to you all!"

All three members of the Unholy Trinity were leaving a birthday party for a twenty-two-year-old at the Lite Night Club at about ten thirty in the evening. Paparazzi came towards them, blocking their way towards the white van that awaited them at the curb. So many cameras flashed in their faces, and Hollywood interviewers were holding microphones towards them.

The Unholy Trinity's leader, Quinn Fabray, took hold of Brittany S. Pierce and Santana Lopez's hands, pulling them through the ocean of fans and reporters. "Sorry, you all!" Quinn called to everyone. "We've gotta go! We'll catch you at the VMA's, right?" Of course, they couldn't hear them because there was so much commotion.

All three girls were extremely exhausted tonight. They've been in the recording studio for about three hours, a costume fitting for two, and did a one-hour interview with someone from Access Hollywood. If anything, they needed the weekend to be doubled so they can get their rest in.

Yeah, that part of celebrity life was hard to put up with. But it was still worth it.

"Unholy Trinity! Unholy Trinity!" A familiar voice called from the crowds. The three girls could easily recognize that voice anywhere. They also recognized that face. An older version of a man walked towards them with a microphone in his hand. Although he was older than the girls knew him as, he still had that Jew fro, glasses, and acne problems he did in high school.

The Latina couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Ugh, him again?" she complained, pulling closer to Quinn.

"Hey, hey guys!" Jacob Ben Israel called, almost tripping over something. The trio's manager barged over, trying to push him away. However, that didn't stop him from asking a couple of questions to the threesome. "I went to school, with them; it's okay," he told his manager.

Hesitantly, Quinn tapped her manager and nodded. "It's true. This is Jew Fro, the one Santana told you about a while ago."

Santana and Brittany both hated him, especially in high school. The boy was such a creep, especially towards Rachel Berry. He would ask anything and try his best to get into her pants – and, of course, each time has failed.

"Unholy Trinity," he began, "I'm Jacob Ben Israel, reporter for Hot Spot Central on Channel 225 –"

"We know who you are, Jacob." Quinn folded her arms in front of her chest, as did Santana and Brittany.

"Girls, how does it feel to have sold the number one album, according to Star Shine Magazine?" Jacob interrogated.

Santana scoffed playfully. At least it wasn't something about the underwear commercial they did for Victoria's Secret last year in April. "It was a breeze, come on," she replied. "I mean, look at us. We're the freakin' Unholy Trinity. Anything of ours will end up number one on anything."

Quinn put her hand on Santana's shoulder, almost pulling her back. "At least, that's what she thinks," she responded to Jacob's question. "Me, I'm actually proud of us. We came a long way together, from freshmen year in high school to this point in time. I call that progress."

In response to Quinn's answer, Brittany grabbed her arm closed and snuggled it close to her, her cheek resting on her shoulder.

"Do you have any new projects coming out soon?"

"Just a music video," Quinn replied, and she took a moment to think about what she, Brittany, and Santana actually had to do. "And maybe a fashion show somewhere. I forgot where." Their schedules have been changing so many times, especially this week.

"Ladies, we have to get going," Regina Hills, the girls' manager, announced, grabbing Quinn and Brittany's hands. She turns back to Jacob with a stern look. "Thank you, sir. We're going now."

The trio followed their manager to the white van as the paparazzi followed them with their cameras and microphones. Jacob ran through them and tried calling to the girls for another time. "Unholy Trinity!" he called, but the girls couldn't hear with the door closed and other people trying to get the girls' attention. He knocks on their window and impersonates a cell phone with his hand, holding it beside his ear. "Call me?"

Inside the car, it was silent for the most part. Seated in the middle, Santana glanced at the window where Jacob knocked on and turned away, disgusted. "I knew he would do that," she spoke aloud.

As the car drove away, Quinn stared out the window at the paparazzi. Jacob Ben Israel was the main person in that crowd that stood out. In a way, she was kind of glad to see him again. She was being reminded of high school all over again. The present time sure did seem harder than what past time was. Her sophomore and senior years were the hardest, but they didn't measure to her life right then and there.

Regina, seated in the passenger's seat in front of them, turned to the trio with a grin. "So, how did you gals like the party? Best surprise given to a UT fan in my book, right?"

Brittany nodded. "Totally," the girl spoke. "And even though they didn't have Pin the Tail on the Donkey, I still appreciated the activities and fun either way."

Regina and Santana grinned at the girl's comment to childish activities. To think she was still into that stuff.

"Well, we have a music video to work on. You're right, Quinn," Regina explained, checking her cell phone for any new messages. "That'll take place for a couple of hours tomorrow. Then next Saturday will be the fashion show. And for the rest of the week…you'll be free."

Santana sighed and laid her head back in the seat. "Thank God…" she sighed with relief.

"You girls must be so lucky," their manager spoke. "Doing all of these shows, singing all of these songs, gaining all of these fans –"

"You seem to be the luckier one," Quinn spoke with a promising smile. "I mean, you get to manage us and a whole bunch of other people. You made this happen. Celebrities wouldn't be…well, celebrities without managers like you, Reg."

"Well, I'm flattered," the black-haired woman spoke, "but the celebrities are more recognized. Besides, you three should be proud of yourselves. Look at how far you've come. From cheerleaders in high school to a singing trio in Hollywood. What could possibly be better?"

The girls in the back eyed each other with smirks on their faces. Nothing could really be much better for them. They got the most wonderful life. They appreciated all the praise they got. They loved the accomplishments they've made. But most of all, they loved being together, even when they're older than they used to be.

"I like hanging out with you guys," Brittany said satisfyingly, leaning on Santana's shoulder and grabbing her arm. "It's like we're a family."

Santana smiled adorably at the tall blonde. "I love being friends with the both of you, too, Britt," she responded, running her fingers through her long hair. "If we hadn't met each other, we wouldn't be like this, you know? On top of the world like we are now."

"Best moments of my life," Quinn spoke, still looking out the window and smiling.

Her eyes settled on the city lights that glowed in the dark. They were so beautiful. It took about one light bulb for everything to look so pretty out there. They resembled many stars in the sky, separate from the stars lurking around town. She loved looking out in the city late at night. It reminded her that the city had a peaceful side to it, aside from all the celebrity crazes, the violence, and the traffic.

Though on the other hand, she did miss Lima, Ohio. It wasn't as pretty as Hollywood, California; it was still home, though. All of her other friends were back at home. Well, maybe not anymore. Kurt and Rachel are in New York at the moment, probably. She didn't get any updates on people like Sam Evans, Mercedes Jones, or Tina Cohen-Chang in a while.

Quinn really hoped she would get to see them sometime soon.

The van stopped at a red light. The three girls heard a commotion of screams outside the window all of a sudden. They spotted a small crowd of fans shouting their names and holding up fan-made posters. One of the fans, a male, actually had a bouquet of roses in his hands, and seemed to be singing some of the lyrics to one of the girls' songs.

"Quinn, I love you!" the boy called. "Will you call me? I'm around town!"

The petite blonde couldn't help but blush at him. She was nowhere familiar to him, but it was still nice to get a compliment from a couple of people.

"Brittany, over here!"

"Santana, can I get your autograph!"

"Quinn – hey, wait for me!"

The van started back up as the light turned green, and the crowd of fans continued following. They ran as fast as their little feet could carry them. Regina looked back and then to the driver. "Step on it." She declared sternly.

"I'm on it," the driver replied lazily, and he picked up the speed about a couple of miles. Now the mob of fans were too far back to catch up with them.

Quinn snickered. Sure, the most struggling moments, but the best.