Chapter Three

Making Choices

There was so much excitement going on Quinn Fabray's head that she couldn't sit still.

She actually received a letter from someone from Hollywood, California, being asked to be the next big stars in the music industry along with Santana and Brittany. The Unholy Trinity got to get back together – even though it's only been a few months since they've been apart. Whether it's been about two or three months, or even a whole year, the girls missed each other. So many tears were shed at graduation.

Now the tears of the girls' goodbyes were gone, but they weren't coming back.

Quinn kept her mouth shut about this when her roommate came back, and for almost the rest of the day. She wanted her to be surprised. She wanted to announce her letter in a way that would be special. It wa so hard for her since she was so excited about getting this offer. Sure, there were a lot of things to think about such as losing privacy, gaining a whole bunch of fans, leaving school –

Leaving school…already?

Quinn already loved life in Yale University. She loved the drama school she's attending. She loved the friends she made when she came to Yale. She loved college life as it began, minus the access work and difficulty getting from place to place. Now that she got this offer to be a celebrity, she was going to have to leave school her behind.

What was she going to do? What were Brittany and Santana going to do? They don't know much about caring for themselves yet, and already, someone's willing to take care of that for them. Plus, they won't get the knowledge they need, especially poor Brittany. The blonde dancer is still in high school with a low GPA, and someone or something's gotta help her out.

Quinn took a moment to think about all of this as she took a warm shower. The water felt so good against her porcelain skin and her thin, blonde hair. Her thoughts weren't that clear, of course, because she was so drawn to the water sprinkling on her naked body. Her toes curled up, her eyes fluttered shut, and her back shivered. God, this feels like heaven.

Later that evening, Quinn had changed into some plaid pajama pants and a white, short-sleeved T-Shirt. She then logged onto her Skype to find the other two girls. Luckily, Brittany had just logged on ten minutes ago, and Santana made it on just after Quinn.

Both Brittany and Santana seemed exhausted from school today. Quinn didn't want them to pass out yet; something's been stuck in her mind all day.

"Guys, did you get a letter today? Something to do with becoming stars or –"

"I did," Brittany spoke immediately. "Mr. Schue and Principal Figgins gave it to me."

"Well, where did it come from, and how did they discover us?" As much as Quinn loved the offer that was put on the table, she wasn't sure how all of this came to be. Had one of Jacob's blogs gone viral in the past year or something? That can't be, because only most of the tech nerds, newspaper editors, and a couple of Glee club members have read those.

Santana knew what this was about, but wanted a clarified explanation. "Who was it from?"

"Someone named Regina Halls," Quinn spoke, eyeing the paper with the creases on it from the folds. "She's all the way from California, and she's a manager for many people in the music industry, she says."

Yep, it was definitely from her, Santana thought as she stared into the screen.

"How could someone from California discover us?" Brittany fumbled over the thought.

Santana was silent for a couple of seconds. How would she tell them about this? She had no clue on how they could be discovered in just a matter of weeks, especially after the videos and stuff went viral on the internet. Louisville Santana was turning into the old, bitchy Cheerio Santana: sucking up all the popularity and having more masculine arms around her than before when she was in high school.

She turned to Brittany on the left side of the screen, and then to Quinn on the right. They were excited and curious at the same time. She had to tell them either way.

"Guys…I think I know." She sounded pretty awkward, but she could care less.

"How?" the blonde Cheerio asked.

Santana's eyes shut for a brief second before opening them and spilling the beans. "I've been…well, considered popular here at Louisville, right?"

Quinn moaned off to the side. "Oh God, not the boob job –"

"No, it's not that." She really wished Quinn would get over that petty crap from junior year. "I'm…I guess you can say, a trend of some sorts at the university."

Both blondes were still perplexed.

"The day before it all occurred, nothing really happened, to tell you the truth. All I remember doing was going to the usual, boring classes and carrying on with my schedule. I guess it may have happened somewhere between me taking a shower one night and getting ready for class the next day –"

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows. Taking a shower? She had no clue as to what Santana was talking about. "What does taking a shower have anything to do with –"

"Allow me to get to that part of the story, Fabray, and you'll know."

Quinn covered her mouth with her hands, hiding the smirk that was growing on her face. That was the same Santana Lopez everyone knew her as.

"I had been using the co-ed bathrooms they provided for us, which, by the way, is just the worst and most disgusting idea ever imagined by man" – Brittany nodded in response – "and I guess someone's been paying attention to me or something. I don't know. I was jamming along with a Black Eyed Peas number – was it "Imma Be"…or maybe "My Humps" or something?"

Santana couldn't possibly remember the wide variety of songs she had on her IPod. Her IPod consisted of over two hundred songs, more than Quinn and Brittany's IPods put together. She had most of the Top 40s on her ITunes account, and the majority of her songs came from artists like Alicia Keys, Beyonce, or any other R&B singer. God, the song "No One" just hadn't gotten out of her head since yesterday.

"Anyway, I was singing the song," Santana continued, "and then an audio video of me was playing on MySpace –"

Brittany clutched at the throw pillow that was sitting on her bed beside her extremely fluffy cat, Lord Tubbington. "Do I miss getting on MySpace or what?" the Cheerio sighed.

"Who recorded you?" Quinn asked. It was hard to believe someone would walk into a co-ed bathroom and record someone's singing like they were some type of stalker or something. She didn't want Santana to get hurt. What if this whole thing was a call for sex or something?

The Louisville cheerleader shrugged. "I didn't see. All I know is that whoever did it had posted it on their account on MySpace, and everyone sent positive comments to it – at least, that's what I heard from a couple of boys from the Louisville marching band and football team."

"Then what?"

"The video spread. And I guess they found my MySpace account, because I saw so many updates and stuff on videos I posted from Sectionals and Regionals of junior and senior year. Then about two weeks later –"

Shock swarm over the tall, blonde Cheerio. "It's been happening for two weeks?"

"Yes," Santana explained to her girlfriend. "So after those two weeks – which was today, actually – the dean of the school sent me to the principal. I assumed that I was either asked to assist with something or I had gotten in trouble, which was ridiculous since I haven't done anything since I've been here. Anyway, he called me into the principal's office, and the first thing I see other than the decorated room were two women in chairs in front of a desk. One was Regina – she had black hair – and another was a blonde named Marjorie."

Quinn and Brittany's eyes bugged out of their heads. Regina. Regina Hills. They knew that name from the letter they had received. Neither blonde could believe what they were hearing. It was so surprising, but they were so excited too. This out of nowhere miracle was the break they were looking for.

"Regina –" Quinn gaped. "She – it was actually her?"

"Yeah. They actually came by the University of Louisville to visit me. And they started asking me what I've always wanted to do or what I wanted to be – something like that. Of course, I got as confused as hell because I thought they were making a reality TV show about someone stalking someone else's life –"

"But?" Brittany asked with a sly smile, even though she had a hint on what Santana was going to say next.

"But she actually saw star quality in me," Santana continued. "After hearing me sing and watching us in the competitions in Glee club, she considered me as an actual star." Santana's breath was being taken away. Her smile spread. The same with her hands in front of her. "That's it! I am a star, she says. And then, being that I didn't want to leave you guys behind, I asked them about you."

"You did?" the petite blonde asked.

"Yes. I told them about what you guys were like – you know, what you looked like, what talent you guys had, the friendships we had – and then I showed them some of the videos I had on my account. She was impressed with them, and she sent those letters to you. She actually wants to see you guys, too!"

Brittany couldn't contain her happiness. She was literally pouncing up and down on her bed, clutching onto her throw pillow more and causing the cat on the bed to prance away onto the floor. She didn't notice because she was drowned in so much surprising and amazing news. "Santana, I – I can't believe you did this!" the girl called through the screen. "My God, I – this is amazing!"

Santana blushed at the playfully happy Cheerio. She missed how cheery and squeaky she would get at good news. There's been so much tension between her, cheerleading, homework and tests, and trying to make time for herself. Brittany made that all better for her – at least for a little while.

Quinn was just as surprised as her blonde best friend. However, she had something else on her mind. As awesome as a record deal sounded, she couldn't help but think of what they would sacrifice. She had already gotten into Yale, and Santana into the University of Louisville. Brittany is yet to graduate and is still in McKinley. What would become of their education? Plus, there's even longer distance with friends from New Directions –

There was so much Quinn thought about as the news about how she and her best friends got discovered. She was so used to Yale already – the hot spots, the people, the classes. And already, she has to make the decision to ditch the place to go to Hollywood for the rest of her life. Sure, Quinn always wanted to be an actress, but one of her goals was to graduate from Yale at the top of her class. People would see her as a drop-out.

"Yeah…" She started to speak after the few seconds of thought. "What about Louisville, Santana? And Yale for me. And McKinley for Brittany. We're still in school, if you hadn't noticed."

"Yeah, well, I never really wanted to stay here that much at all, to be honest," Santana confessed. "It was from a very special person in my life – yes, you're looking directly at her –" Brittany gushed at the comment – "and I wanted to fulfill that scholarship so I can make her happy. Is that wrong? Maybe. Education is just as important as choosing a perfect prom dress, but I have wants and needs. Besides, we'll have great lives in Hollywood. Think about it –"

"Yes, I am thinking about it." Quinn cut her off. "I'm also thinking about the many people we'll be leaving behind as well. I'm already miles and miles away from Lima, Ohio already. Should I move any further? And I met friends here, who are all extremely incredible and nice. I don't want to sacrifice my Yale friends, too."

"Hey, I've met friends in Louisville, too, but I'm not worrying anything about –"

"That's because you never wanted to stay there. You've been babbling on and about how you keep on saying you want to be famous. That's a wonderful thing, Santana, but education and our friends are important as well. I promised people like Sam Evans and Tina Cohen-Chang I would visit them often, and that I would try to get in touch with everyone left behind with Brittany. I promised myself that I would get a 5.0 or something in Yale once I made it all the way down here. I don't like breaking promises."

Santana's only reaction was a shrug. She didn't have a label imprinted on her that read Quinn Fabray's Brain. She couldn't make any decisions for her; she herself is only a human being. She wasn't the control center in a mall or the Pentagon in the nation's capital or anything. However, she wanted Quinn to decide on something that'll work out for everyone.

"Hey, I convinced those ladies to send letters and stuff to you and Brittany for a reason. Not just for fame purposes like I did before, but you guys are my best friends. Like, I wouldn't want to be wandering the United States on tours all alone, sniffing up all the loneliness I already face here in Kentucky, alright? These damn bathrooms are disgusting. These damn beds are strangely uncomfortable. These damn study sessions on the weekends are stab-in-the-eye worthy, alright?"

"So you pulled us into this just for you, right?"

"You're not understanding, Quinn. This is not just for me. I want you and Brittany to come and do it with me. What's the harm in pitching in with someone who's been a friend to you since the first day of high school?"

This whole conversation kept on ringing high school in Quinn's mind. William McKinley High School, to be precise. Brittany was there. New Directions were there. The Cheerios were there. Everyone she made friends with were there. She was too nervous to even think about leaving to another state once again. Did she really have to leave again? Did she want to leave again?

"Quinn," Santana spoke a little less defensively, sitting up in her position on the couch. "All I'm saying is that you and Brittany are two, special and amazing people in this stinking world. You could be something greater than an upper middle-class citizen from Lima, Ohio. We all learned that we have something special in Glee club, right? Let's go and explore it. Yale will be here when we get back at any time."

"Okay…say if I did agree to go on this crazy, but mind-blowing trip around the world with you and Brittany." Quinn sat up from her seating position on the bed and leaned closer to the laptop in front of her. "How would we go to school? Celebrities don't just ditch school for the rest of their lives. Look at Justin."

Brittany, off topic and turning her head towards a teen magazine on the floor, sighed. "His whole life seems like school. He always gets bullied for some reason."

Santana scoffed. "Maybe because he's gay?"

"What if he isn't? He has a girlfriend after all."

The Latina shook her head and turned back to the other blonde on the screen. "Tutoring is available for teen celebrities, isn't it? I mean, we can't go back and forth from where we are to some concert and back. That's, like, seven trips a plane would have to take."

The skeptical blonde shook her head slightly. "Still not convinced, Santana."

"You don't believe me?" Santana reached down for her backpack, and took out a vanilla folder the manager gave to her. Inside was a contract dealing with a private tutor that Regina could possibly provide. "Look here."

Quinn and Brittany both squinted at the contract in Santana's hands. Neither blonde could clearly make out what the writing on the paper said. "It's a contract for private tutors. And they said if we ever make it back to our schools, then we could make up work with some of our free time."

"Are you sure they're qualified in doing that?"

"Yes, Fabray. I am. This is beneficial for our journey in the celebrity world, I'm telling you." Geez, how much do I have to stress on her to motivate her?

Santana looked back at the screen at Quinn, who hasn't made a decision on what she wanted to do. It was a hard decision, to be honest. Their lives would change completely. Not only their education, but their personal lives. Plus, privacy would be lost, and more people would know their names and where they were. One thing a girl wanted was privacy. However, Santana thought getting attention for once – excluding being a stereotypical, bitchy cheerleader at two schools – was a wonderful thing.

"Please, Quinn," Santana begged. She had propped herself onto the couch some more, her knees pressing down in the seat. "It'll be fun, trust me. Plus, you've had such a bogus life in high school already."

Quinn's eyebrow cocked. Well, something about what Santana said was right.

"Yeah, come on, Quinn." The blonde Cheerio was begging, too.

They both were Quinn's best friends. She couldn't pass up the opportunity. But something in her mind wasn't at ease just yet. She just had to know for sure if this was right.

"On one condition."

Santana's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"Parental consent."

Bombshells dropped everywhere inside of Santana.

Shit, not my mother…