"No freakin way in hell. I am NOT going to audition for Wicked."
"Santana please!", I begged Santana. The nearby theater was having auditions for Elphaba and Glinda and I really wanted to audition. Once in a lifetime opportunity!
"No means NO", I get it, Santana is not really a Broadway type of girl but it would be so much fun if we both auditioned and got in. She would make a great Elphaba.
"Fine, I'll go audition myself."
"That's more like it, Rachie"
So far, freashman year had been great. Me and Santana had gotten more close. My profesors had given me great solo's and I was the best in all my classes. Some people didn't appreciate my talent but I know for a fact that they were just jelous of the voice they don't have. Santana's voice is amazing too, same with Kurt's. Speaking of Kurt...
"Im home, where's the birthday girl!", Kurt said entering the apartment.
"My birthday is tomorrow Richard Simmons"
Santana's birthday was coming up and we were all celebrating tonight since Kurt was going on his vacation with Blaine or as he liked to call it 'Vacanes de L'amour"
"Ok, I'm going to get ready and I'll meet you guys at the bar", I said walking to my room. They were already looking fabulous and I had just came home from my rehearsals.
"Yea, we're going to leave in a while so hurry up if you want to leave together", Kurt said.
"Okay", I said and I went running to my room. I was going to wear something tottaly hot since we were celebrating Santana's birthday. I looked in my closet but couldn't find anything so I decided to check Santana's. I found a sparkley short black dress that was way above the knee. My hair was in loose curls and my bangs were at the front. I put on a thick layer of eyeliner and a lot of mascara and I wore my 6 inch velvet red pumps. I think I looked hot.
"Whoa, who are you and what have you done with Rachie", Santana said.
"How do I look", I asked
"Fabuleux, Incroyable", Kurt said. Did I forget to mention that he has been taking French. I think you already noticed.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who do I look like, the maid", Santana said. She always did that.
Kurt was staring at me.
"I'll get it", I said.
"Hi, the familiar voice said.