Santana's POV
You hear Mercedes belt out the last note in the medley, as you finish your last pivot and glance at the other girls around you. All in place, all in line, just as you practiced for the past two months.
Through your peripherals you see Quinn beaming at the crowd, while Sugar tries to catch her breath. Slowly Mercedes lowers her mic and the crowd erupts. Kitty, Marley and Dani walk forward from the backline to join the group in front of the judges. The lights change and you can actually see the faces of the crowd, you can feel their energy coursing through your veins. You smirk. There was no matching this feeling. Being in front of an auditorium full of screaming fans and killing it. But, you knew nothing else.
Since the start of The Troubletones your junior year of high school, you and your friends have been floating on cloud 9. You and Quinn had always been friends, growing up across the street from one another in suburban Chicago. Mercedes Jones, your lead diva, transferred to Morgan Park Academy when you were sophomores and the three of you became inseparable. Morgan Park didn't have a glee club to speak of, but you, Quinn and Mercedes were all musically inclined, so you linked up with Kitty Wilde. Kitty was the ferocious vindictive type, who would sooner stab a bitch in the back, then admit she was wrong. However, Kitty could dance and she looked good doing it. Before you knew it, you were scrounging up other dancers and singers through MPA, and soon the Troubletones were born.
The team won back-to-back national show choir championships, being the first all female group to do so. That led to four of your original members – you, Mercedes, Quinn and Kitty – being offered full scholarships to Berklee in Boston to continue your music careers. Sugar Motta actually offered to pay Berklee to offer her a symbolic scholarship. Sugar isn't musically inclined, to put it nicely. To put it bluntly she has about as much musical talent as a rock, but she has charisma, stage presence and money, which has certainly helped with your costuming, branding and traveling expenses. Plus, she was your caliente sister – she always kept things spicy and fun.
After graduation, the core of the group decided to put off school for a year or two and pursue music while you were gaining momentum in the business. In that time you had picked up a few new members, Dani – a killer punk rocker with a raspy belt, who brought an inevitable edge to the group, and Marley, whose sweet melodic voice rounded out the soul of yours and Mercedes. The Troubletones are known for being the three "f's" – Fierce. Femme. Phenomenal. The group drips sex appeal and has all the boys (and girls) chasing after you. You're the groups residential lady killer, known for loving em and leaving em after every show, waiting for the next groupie to make her way across the velvet ropes.
Since being in LA for the X-Factor auditions, you have picked up 15 numbers, and 3 new notches for your bedpost. A pretty solid two days work. Quinn, your best friend and team mom as you lovingly call her, always gives you a hard time about your womanizing ways, claiming that you're not allowing yourself to be loved. It's not your fault she is a prissy prude bitch, who would rather spend her free time knitting than having fun.
But in this moment, all that matters is the four judges, whose opinion determines your fate. Will you be kept on and move to the live rounds or sent back home to bumble Ohio, to wait out the next six months until you can accept your admission to Berklee. You feel Quinn's right hand link with your left, as you clutch Mercedes arm with your right.
"Yes". Exhale.
"Yes" Bigger exhale.
"Yes!" SCREAM. Three yeses was all you needed. The Troubletones are moving onto the live rounds of the X-Factor. You briefly hear Mercedes thanking the judges as you run off stage with your friends. As you celebrate, you barely notice the other group waiting for their turn to perform for the judges. You turn around to catch a glimpse of your potential competition.
Instead all you see is her. A breathtaking blonde, with the bluest, clearest cat shaped eyes. She looks back at you and you feel your knees go weak. You have seen a lot of pretty girls, hell you've kissed a lot of pretty girls, but there was something about this pretty girl that was indescribable. You muster up the courage and mouth a quick hello to her, as Kitty and Marley wrap you up and drag you off stage. You glimpse back, but her team is already walking on stage. You have a new goal for your last night in LA: Operation Blondie.
AN: The first two/three chapters focus a lot on character development and less plot development. The chapters will get longer as the story progresses and will intertwine both Santana and Brittany's POVs. This is my first FF, and am really just writing it to let some creativity out. I see this maybe being 15 or 20 chapters depending on inspiration, and am hoping to regularly update once and week!
