Greetings! Thank you so much to everyone who's been following, favoriting, and commenting. It really means a lot to me! In this chapter, I am introducing FOUR new characters that I created from Glee Project 2, so I'm really excited! So far, I've also written Charlie, Shanna, Maxfield, Dani, and Taryn into earlier chapters. Lily and Tyler are to come in future episodes.

Gracie Eberhart – Nellie Veitenheimer

Isaac Tam – Abraham Lim

Levi Klug – Michael Weisman

Alfonso Chadwick – Mario Arnauz Bonds

"Seriously, how did you score such a high score on the SAT?" Sam asked.

"Well, Ms. Pillsbury helped me out with it," Brittany said, flashing back to an appointment she made with the counselor a couple of months before.

{flashback}

"Brittany, it looks like you're on a good path for graduation," Emma said. "But what I'm concerned about is your SAT performance. I think it would be a good idea for you to get a tutor."

"Well, I would, but I don't really know anyone who's willing to tutor me," Brittany said.

"I have something in mind," Emma said, pulling out a picture from her desk, and setting it in front of Brittany. It was a very young-looking student. "This is Levi. He's a sophomore and he scored perfectly on the math portion of his PSAT. He tutors other students, particularly in math, every Tuesday and Thursday after school. He's already very willing to meet with you."

The next day, Brittany was in the library with Levi and a small group of other students.

"I have a question," said the blind student, who identified himself as Alfonso. "Ms. Pillsbury said that they do offer SAT tests in braille, but do the guessing techniques still apply?"

"Wait, what guessing techniques?" Brittany asked.

Levi giggled. "Well, keep in mind that the SAT reading section takes away a quarter of a point for any wrong answers, so sometimes, skipping the question might save you, but also, any correct answer obviously boosts your score."

"So how are we supposed to guess?" Alfonso asked.

"Well, first of all, process of elimination," Levi said. "Take out all the options that you know aren't correct, and from what's left, take an educated guess. It also helps to guess on the same letter each time, so statistically, one-in-four or one-in-five guesses will be correct, but nothing beats a correct answer."

Momentarily, Levi was testing Brittany and Alfonso on their math questions.

"The formula to finding the area of a right triangle," Levi said.

"Length times width and then divide it by two," Brittany said at the top of her head.

"Perfect!" Levi said. "How to find the area of a circle."

"Pi times the radius squared," Alfonso said immediately.

"Amazing," Levi said. "The quadratic formula."

"Negative B, plus or minus the square root of B squared minus four times A and C, all over two A," both Brittany and Alfonso said.

Levi grinned with a determined furrow of his eyebrows before bursting into a parody song. "They say that music is a good study tool, and it has worked for me. Let's see if you can figure this out..."

Levi: You're insecure, so half of four,
Your old brains are not what they were before,

Alfonso: Add two threes, it's fine for us,
'Cause we're young and we can still remember stuff

Levi: Everyone else can multiply by 60,
Everyone else can add two

Levi & Alfonso: And now take off one hundred and add on 24,
Then divide by two and add on seven more
And if you're struggling now it's not hard to tell
You don't know, (o oh) your math skills are terrible

If only you had a mind like me
You'd understand how to divide the sum by three,
And then just add on the age of this OAP
You don't know, (o oh) your math skills are terrible (o oh)

Alfonso: It's really kinda pitiful

"Though I was mesmerized by your killer boy harmonies that I haven't been hearing lately, I could get through it enough to realize that the answer is 130," Brittany said.

Levi laughed. "Okay, you guys actually aren't terrible. You guys are going to ace this thing," Levi said with a grin.

"You mean I'll get a perfect 800?" Alfonso asked.

"Well, probably not. There are a lot of advanced things on the test, but you're only a sophomore, Alfonso, so you still have time," Levi said. "Just keep studying, buy some practice test books, and you'll be good. I haven't taken the actual SAT yet but I did take the full practice test online. I'm pretty sure I'll get a perfect 800 on the math the first time I take it."

"Well I'm going to get a near-perfect score on the entire thing," Brittany said smugly. "Because I should be universally nominated as the most-improved girl in the entire universe. Like the dude in Glee club with the dreads says, 'I'm as God made me.'"

{end flashback}

"Huh," Sam grunted. "You think that kid would tutor me? I mean, I know football dudes either bully or suck up to the math geeks, but I'm an ex-football player now and I'm not exactly on my feet when it comes to life, so—"

"Sam, I think you need to see Ms. Pillsbury," Brittany said, taking Sam's hand and leading him to the counselor's office.

In one of the courtyards of Yale University, Quinn Fabray sat in a group of new friends that she made at the beginning of the semester.

"Alright," their resident adviser began. "Can we go around and share a little bit about ourselves? Quinn, can you start us off?"

Quinn smiled. "Hello, I'm Quinn Fabray. I'm a 2012 graduate of McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio, and I'm a theater major."

The group applauded, but the resident adviser wasn't impressed. "There's more, Quinn. I'm sure they'd love to hear it."

Quinn giggled. "Okay. So in February of last year, I was texting and driving, and I got into a serious car crash that left me with a compressed spinal cord, taking away my availability to walk."

"Oh my gosh!" one girl exclaimed.

"Well, along the months, I went to physical therapy, I prayed a lot, and I had an extremely amazing support system, and I regained my walking ability just before my choir's national competition in May," Quinn finished. "So I guess what our RA wants me to say, is that everyone has a story, and obviously, never text and drive!"

"That was touching," one boy said femininely. "Oh, am I next?"

"Gay," one of the guys muttered.

The group giggled. Quinn, on the other hand, glared in their direction.

"Okay, so I'm Isaac Tam," the student began. "I'm 19 years old and I'm a 2012 graduate of a high school in California. I'm currently studying international relations with plans to become a lawyer, but I really love to perform as well."

"Oh, who is your favorite musical icon?" one girl asked.

"Oh, Beyonce, I love her!" Isaac said, clapping his hands.

"Gay," the same guy grunted.

"Hey!" Quinn said, standing up, walking over to the guy, and smacking him across the face. "Shut your mouth this instant, you clueless self-absorbed tyrant."

"Woah, never thought I'd see Little Ms. Christian slap a guy, uncalled for," the guy said.

"Uncalled for?" Quinn said humorously. "If you can't even catch the gist of why I would like to toss you naked into the freezing cold Antarctic waters right now, then you must be pretty dumb."

"Alriiight," the resident adviser said awkwardly. "Let's continue down the circle. Who's next?"

"Hi," the next girl said shyly. "I'm Gracie Eberhart. I'm from Missouri, but I was born here in Connecticut. I'm currently an undecided major, but I also like to perform."

"Who's your favorite music icon?" the same excited girl asked.

"Probably people who have strong self-acceptance platforms. Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Cyndi Lauper, etc." Gracie said.

"Lezbihonest," the jerk laughed. Not even a second passed before Quinn's hand smacked his right cheek and then came back around to punch the left.

"How you even got accepted to this school, I will never know," Quinn said nastily. "Come on guys, let's go. We have better places to be than sitting here with this lifelong piece of crap."

Isaac and Gracie nervously got up and followed Quinn away.

Later that day, the trio was enjoying a dinner at a local New Haven restaurant. Quinn got to know her two new friends pretty well.

"Honestly, I think it's a waste of $56,000 to come to college and study in a field that you hate," Quinn said to both of them.

"My parents are just so conservative," Isaac said. "Not to sound racist or anything, but I am Asian, and most of the time it's always this pressure that you need to either become a doctor or a lawyer if you come to America."

"Do you even like those careers?" Gracie asked.

"Not really," Isaac said. "Definitely not a doctor, because I can't stand studying science and I get grossed out about anything medical. I guess I could get into law, but nothing can surpass my love for performing. I just get a rush from it!"

"Then you should change your major," Quinn said consolingly. "I mean, the best part about it is that you don't actually need to decide until junior year. It'll come faster than we know it, but still. You come to college to make something of yourself, not to set yourself up for a life you know you'll be miserable in."

"It just feels like it'll be hopeless either way," Gracie said. "I mean, look at us. People always assume that just because Isaac has a high voice, wears tight pants, has red streaks in his hair, and walks kind of girly that he's gay."

"Hey!" Isaac said jokingly.

"And just because I like having short hair and have a pretty deep contralto voice and not really into all the dresses and makeup that I'm a lesbian. I'm not Cynthia Rose, okay?" Gracie finished furiously.

Quinn looked down nervously. She didn't really know how to combat that. "Well, I don't know how those feelings feel like, but I definitely know what it feels like to feel like a failure. When I was 16, my entire life revolved around a boy who I don't even cast a second look on these days. I wanted everything, and I almost lost a lot of friends because of it. Well… I did lose a lot of friends because of it."

The trio continued to talk, and it made them all feel better. For once, they finally had someone who could accept each other for their differences.

"So, who are you all rooting for to win the Super Bowl?" Quinn asked.

"Oh, I can't stand football," Isaac said. "I feel like it promotes violence and ill behavior."

"Not all the time," Gracie said in agreement. "There are some very gentleman football players."

"But for the most part, you can count on your school bully being on the football team," Isaac said.

Quinn ran them through her mind. He was right! Finn used to be mean, Puck was definitely a bully, you couldn't even fathom how awful Karofsky and Azimio were, once upon a time… Really, they had a point!

"Okay, well maybe while everyone is stuffing up the student lounges, maybe we can come back here and enjoy a pizza all to ourselves," Quinn said.

"That sounds fantastic," Gracie said.

"Agreed," Isaac echoed.

"Awesome!" Quinn said excitedly. "Hey, maybe tonight we could meet up at—" Just then, Quinn's cell phone rang.

"Take it," Isaac said nicely.

"Yeah, we'll see you tonight at the dining hall, right?" Gracie asked, slinging her purse over her shoulders.

"Yeah, thanks," Quinn said, extracting her phone from her purse and walking out of the restaurant. Santana was calling.

"Hello?" Quinn asked.

"Hey Ms. Yale," Santana said as she exited the airport in New York. "Listen, I just go to New York and since you're only about a two-hour drive away, if that, you should come over!"

"Santana, I don't want to use my train ticket just yet," Quinn said.

"Then take the bus," Santana said. "It's cheaper. Come on, girl, I'm not even a minute out of the airport and I see so many shopping opportunities, I can't stand the thought of diving in alone."

Quinn giggled. "Okay, fine, let's do it."

Quinn and Santana prowled through the aisles of a New York women's clothing store.

"I could use some new nail polish," Santana said, picking up a few bottles.

"Oh, Gracie would love these," Quinn said, picking up a pair of studded earrings.

"Gracie?" Santana asked. "You have friends now?"

"Yes," Quinn said, slightly taken aback. "And Isaac would love this men's clothing catalog."

"You know, I still haven't forgotten about that slap you gave me," Santana said as she put a fancy bikini back onto a rack.

"You hit me back!" Quinn said.

"Well you started it," Santana said.

"Let's not start this now, please," Quinn begged.

"Good call," Santana said, slipping her hand into her purse. "Speaking of 'call,' it looks like Porcelain is calling." Santana tossed the phone to Quinn.

"Hello?" Quinn spoke into the phone.

"Wait, Quinn?" Kurt asked. "I thought I called Santana. I must have had the wrong number."

"No, you have the right number. We're just shopping together here in New York," Quinn said.

"Wait, you're in New York?" Kurt asked. "I knew Santana was, judging by her last facebook status, but you? Okay girls, reunion time sometime this week. But for now, put Santana on speaker and please step out of earshot from any patrons."

Quinn yanked Santana into a bathroom. "Go," she said.

"Okay," Kurt said. "I need both of you to come over to my apartment and give Rachel a serious talking to."

"Why, is she starting to let fame get to her head?" Santana asked. "I wouldn't be surprised. She's been Little Ms. Diva ever since sophomore year."

"Anyway," Kurt pushed back in. "She just got cast in this student film about some grandma with Alzheimer's getting flashbacks to her youth or something."

"So what's the problem?" Quinn asked. "It sounds like a good thing for her. Might be good for her to play someone toned down for once. Is she the grandma or the youthful one?"

"The youthful one, I think. I don't think the grandma would be doing a topless scene in—"

"HUH?" the two girls screamed.

"No way!" Quinn exclaimed.

"Don't sweat it, Kurt, we're on our way," Santana said, yanking Quinn out of the bathroom.

Well, getting Rachel out of the scene was a success, and the trio of girls was dining at a simple but fancy restaurant in the heart of New York City.

"Damn, this is the life," Santana said, sipping a glass of soda.

"Isn't it?" Rachel asked excitedly.

"Okay, this chicken is to die for. I need to know what glazes they use, because I want this in my menu every week," Santana said.

Santana and Quinn both pushed their share of the bill to Rachel.

"No! I really wanted to treat you guys," Rachel said.

"Rachel, we're all private-school out-of-state students," Quinn said. "Even $60 is a bit too much to be spending on a casual Friday night."

"Speaking of '$60,' I still need to run back to the store to pay for all that bling I wanted to buy," Santana said.

"Well, the thing I learned about New York is that it doesn't come with a price tag, so long as you make your life here the best!" Rachel said brightly.

Song: "Price Tag" by Jessie J.

{The trio get up off their table, pay the check, and exit the restaurant.}

Rachel: Seems like everybody's got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the sale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop for a minute and
Smile

Quinn: Why is everybody so serious?
Acting so damn mysterious?
Got your shades on your eyes
And your heels so high
That you can't even have a good time

{The girls exit the restaurant to their left, take a right turn down the road, and happily run into the New York City lights.}

Rachel: Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (uh)
Quinn: Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight

{They reach the store where Quinn and Santana were earlier and are picking out their items of purchase, checking price tags, and trying on clothes and bling, paying the cash registers.}

Santana: It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching
Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the price tag.

{They exit the store with full shopping bags, walking arm in arm down the streets.}

Rachel: We need to take it back in time,
When music made us all unite!
And it wasn't low blows and video hoes,
Am I the only one getting tired?

Quinn: Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now
Guarantee we'll be feeling alright

{They enter Rachel's apartment.}

Rachel: Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (uh)
Quinn: Can you feel that (yeah)
Santana: We're paying with love tonight

{They sit on the floor, and simply sing together like the old days.}

All: It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching
Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the price tag.

{Brody comes home}

Yeah yeah
Well, keep the price tag
And take the cash back
Just give me six strings and a half stack
And you can, can keep the cars
Leave me the garage
And all I, yes all I need
Are keys and guitars
And guess what, in 30 seconds
I'm leaving to Mars
Yeah we leaving across
These undefeatable odds
It's like this man
You can't put a price on a life
We do this for the love
So we fight and sacrifice
Every night
So we ain't gonna stumble and fall
Never
Waiting to see a sign of defeat
Uh uh
So we gonna keep everyone
Moving their feet
So bring back the beat
And then everyone sing

Girls: It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching
Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the price tag.