The Choices We Make Chapter 25, a glee fanfic

Sorry about missing the update last week. Standard disclaimer, I don't own Glee or any of its characters.

"Rachel! Please wait!" Quinn calls out as she chases after the girl who storms in to the house without sparing her a glance. She had ignored Quinn for the duration of glee club and then had refused to say a single word to Quinn the entire ride home.

Quinn felt guilty, she knew how important glee club was to the girl and she hadn't meant to commandeer the club the way she had, she had just been trying to contribute. She needed to clear the air with Rachel, who had been a fantastic friend to her through these past few weeks and she didn't want this to come between them.

"Rachel please!" Quinn calls out again while Rachel rushes up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door, and locking it behind her with an audible click.

Quinn goes up to the door and pounds on it, trying to get Rachel's attention, hoping to get her friend to open up so that they could talk about it.

KNOCK

"Please Rachel, open up, lets' talk about this!"

KNOCK

"Rachel-"

The door swings open violently, Rachel is standing in the doorway a glare on her face and angry tears falling from her eyes. "I have nothing to say to you!" She snarls.

"Rachel please listen to me, I didn't mean to-"

"You knew how much glee club meant to me, you knew it was my thing, mine, my chance to shine at that hell hole we call a school and you just swooped in and stole it from me! So leave me alone, I have nothing to say to you, you… you… traitor!"

And with a furious swing, Rachel slams the door shut, once again locking it.

Quinn stares hopelessly at the door, not sure about what she should do, but definitely not wanting to leave things the way they were. Instead of banging on the door she gently leans against it and speaks softly but clearly. Hoping that Rachel is listening to her.

"Rachel I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, please believe me. I know how much glee means to you, I wasn't thinking of or trying to steal your place from you, I was just trying to help. I didn't ask for them to make me the captain, and I was so surprised when they did ask… I wasn't thinking when I said yes. It was just… it was nice… it was exciting, that maybe I could still be a part of something special and I got well, excited, I was thinking of all the ways that I could help improve the club, help us win a national championship."

Quinn rests her head against Rachel's door. "And a part of it was also me thinking that I could get back at Sylvester, you know, I mean she just dropped me, like all of my hard work in the cheerios meant nothing and I thought that maybe this was my chance to show her up. We both know how much she hates that club, I thought maybe glee club would be my chance to rub it in her face, show her that not only that I didn't need her or her help, but that I could beat her. So I decided to throw myself into glee club, give it my all and show her and everyone else that it wasn't the cheerios that made me special, but that it was me all along. When I suggested a captainship I was actually thinking of you, I wanted to suggest you. You know so much more about this stuff than I do, and you are so talented and so passionate about it."

"And then well, they started asking me to do it, and they kept asking me and supporting me and it felt good, like I was still the queen of the hill you know? But I would never want that at the expense of you and our friendship, and I am so sorry that I hurt you and… I'll… I'll go talk to Mr. Schuester about it tomorrow and I'll tell him that with everything going on that I'm just not up for it, I'll tell him that you'd be a better choice, that it should be you… please Rachel, open the door, talk to me… please…"

Quinn's tear stained face looks up as Rachel slowly opens the door and looks at her, the tears running down her face as well. "No, don't do that." Rachel says softly.

They stare at each other in an awkward silence until Quinn finally asks, "Can… can I come in?"

Rachel just nods her head, not making eye contacting, and steps aside for Quinn, closing the door softly behind her. Rachel moves and takes a seat on her bed and hugs a pillow to herself and Quinn joins her taking a spot on the edge of the bed.

"Rachel I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Quinn says after a few minutes of silence.

Rachel nods her head. "I know," she mumbles softly. "And it wasn't just you… it was them, the entire club." Rachel says hugging the pillow to her tightly.

"I've been trying since day one to get everyone excited and motivated for glee club, to try and get us to work together and do what, well, what you were basically suggesting, and they fought me on every turn. I mean I fought for my spot, I wanted the parts that were offered, but I wasn't any different than anyone else in there. But you know, I also tried suggesting things for the group too, and especially after you talked to me about helping the others, when you told me to help Tina I tried to be more of a team player and still… everyone always calls me selfish and annoying and... They don't even try to listen to me, they just shrug it off and… I don't get it…" Rachel is crying now and Quinn wants to go and hug her, but she holds back. It seems like this has been on Rachel's mind for a while now and she wants to give her friend the chance to get it off of her chest.

"I know I try to hog the spotlight, but so do Kurt and Mercedes, we all fight for the spotlight, we're all divas. But I still at least work on things for the group and other people as well, when was the last time either of them suggested something for someone else? Never! Not once! I do, but I'm always the bad guy, and it's okay for other people to want to shine, but I'm the bad guy for being passionate about it, for wanting to be a star! And I've been trying to temper that you know? Reign it in a bit…" Rachel looks up at Quinn with her big brown eyes, and she looks so young and childlike to Quinn at that moment.

"I've been trying to lead the club, I've been trying to make us better but every time I suggest something they shoot me down, they fight me on it, and then you come back, and you're not even back for ten minutes and you're making suggestions and demands and suddenly everyone is on board, and I don't get it… it wasn't anything I hadn't said before, but they didn't like it when they heard it from me, it wasn't until it was someone else saying it… and I am so sick of being treated like the enemy… and why? What's wrong with me? How come you're the hero and I'm the villain? I don't get it, it's not fair, and… why won't they listen to me?" Quinn moves over and pulls Rachel into a hug, who throws herself into Quinn's embrace and sobs into the blond girl's shoulder.

Quinn gently runs her hand through Rachel's hair and lets her friend release all of her pent up frustration at the situation. She stays there until Rachel's tears have subsided and even then she doesn't let go, she knows very well how much of a difference that having someone being there for you when you're going through a hard time can make. And it hits her that Rachel really hasn't had anyone who has been there for her. Not like Quinn had in Brittany and Santana.

"Do you want my honest opinion on the matter?" Quinn asks softly.

Rachel shakes her head no, "I know why, it's because nobody likes me, and why should they-"

"You mean besides the fierce loyalty that you show people who are your friends, or besides the way that you help people who have done nothing but hurt you," Quinn says referencing herself with that one. "Or maybe it's your passion and your drive, or your kindness? You mean, why should anyone like you, besides those points?"

Rachel doesn't respond but she does grasp Quinn's shirt a little more tightly, a small but grateful smile tugging on her face.

"Look, you are one of the most passionate, fierce… I mean there are times when you are larger than life and that's intimidating for a lot of people. But don't change, I can't say why they liked the ideas better from me than from you, I don't have access to their minds. Maybe you said it in a way that made it sound like a crappy idea-"

Rachel starts to frown.

"Or maybe they just suck-"

This causes Rachel to giggle.

"Quinn…?" Rachel asks after a few seconds pass.

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't… I mean, we've had our issues but we're friends now right?"

"Of course?"

"Why didn't you like me before, I mean what was it about me that made you dislike me the way that you did?"

"You mean besides you trying to steal my boyfriend?" Quinn asks dryly, not really upset.

"Yes besides that?" Rachel asks, honestly curious, not really comprehending that this might be a touchy issue.

Quinn takes a second to really consider the question, what was it that had caused her to lash out at the girl. Quinn had been picking on her for quite a while before their fight over Finn. That was just when it had all come to a head, but what were her original issues with the girl? "Alright, boyfriend issues aside, the way I treated you had absolutely nothing to do with you."

"What do you mean?" Rachel asks confused. She must have done something right?

"When you look at me what do you see?" Quinn asks her seriously.

Rachel tilts her head to the side for a second before answering. "I see Quinn Fabray, the prettiest girl I have ever seen… but you're so much more than that. You exude confidence, you're in this impossible situation and yet you still seem to have all of the answers, you still find a way to do what needs to be done. You take care of your friends and you don't let anything keep you down. You have goals and you go after them… I see one of the strongest people I know, someone that I look up to and want to be like…" Rachel trails off, a little embarrassed.

Quinn smiles at Rachel, "Thank you, but you see… you have a much higher opinion of me than I do. In my mind, how I see myself… I see the poster child of suppressed fears, someone who doesn't know who she is or what she should do. I see someone who is so terrified by the thought of what other people may think of her that she bases her every action around that. I see someone who tries to be a good friend, but ultimately doesn't know how to let people in. I see someone who is lost with no sense of direction, and now I see someone without a future."

"Quinn-"

"When you asked me what my issues with you were, the answer is simple, when I saw you I saw someone who was everything that I wasn't. I did everything that I did to try and make the people around me accept me and I lucked out, I met Santana and Brittany who for some reason like me, flaws and all. However, you, you made no apologies about what you liked and what you wanted, and even when the people hated you for it you stuck to who you are."

"I changed myself to fit the standards of those around me, you however demand that people change to fit you, and when they don't, and when they try to tear you down, you don't let them. You hold your head up high and you continue to be who you are. You are brave enough to do something that I can't, you can be yourself. And when I saw you, I felt so small next to you, so I lashed out. I thought if I brought you down that it would somehow bring me up. I conformed to what was expected of me, I'm the head cheerleader, so obviously I have to be a bitch. I'm athletic and into sports and typical other teenage girl things, and you weren't, so I had better mock you. My problem with you was that you were strong enough to be you and I wasn't."

Quinn laughs depreciatingly. "I always conform, that's what I do. I was a fat little girl who liked to read when I should have been outside playing with friends or dolls or something, so I conformed, I got into sports because I couldn't take the teasing anymore. I found I liked it, that I was good at it, but it wasn't my choice."

"My parents expected a perfectly dutiful daughter, so I do what they say, I keep the family secrets, and let them hurt me again and again, all the while maintaining this false image of perfection."

"Like I said earlier, I was head cheerleader, so I had to be a bitch. I'm finally popular, finally I get to be a part of the in crowd and what do I do with it? Do I use my position to try and change things, to make things better? No, I do what's expected of me, I turn into a bully, I pick on you and others like you, just because you're different. I do to you, exactly, what was done to me. I'm a conformist, I wish I wasn't, I wish I was as strong as you but I'm not. My problem with you was exactly what I said, my problem with you was always on me, because I couldn't be like you, I couldn't be strong, and I couldn't be myself."

"You are so brave, but that bravery comes with a price, it comes with making yourself a target for people like me, people who can't face themselves, so they attack others."

"You don't really think that way about yourself, do you?" Rachel asks in concern.

Quinn smiles sadly. "And see, right there, here you are trying to make me feel better when you have no reason too. I basically snaked your spot, no matter how inadvertently, in glee club. You have every reason to be mad at me and yet here you are worried about me, concerned about me. You're an amazing person Rachel, intimidating as all hell, but amazing none the less, and sometimes people don't know how to react to that."

Quinn shrugs her shoulders. "But don't change, keep being you, you'll make friends and you'll be able actually say that they are your friends, you won't ever have to wonder if they would like you for being you. With friends I've learned that it's quality over quantity. I was the most popular girl in school, I had more "friends" than I could count, do you know how many of them have come and checked up on me, asked me if I was okay? Four, four of you have. You, Santana, Brittany, and Finn. And I know that it's been hard for you and God knows I haven't made it easy on you in the past, but I came around, I came to see you as the amazing person you are and other people will too. Just give it time, and for those who don't come around, screw them, you've got friends now. And I know it doesn't make it easier when it feels like everyone is against you, but you don't have to face that alone anymore, you've got people who have your back now, Brittany absolutely adores you, Santana likes you to, she's just funny in how she shows it-"

Rachel snorts and Quinn shakes her head. "It's true, trust me I know you two argue like cats and dogs, but if Santana didn't like you, didn't consider you a friend she wouldn't hang out with you. And then there's me, you're stuck with me Berry. You kept trying to be my friend and now you're stuck with me. So you know, for future reference be careful what you wish for… and I will talk to Mr. Schuester tomorrow and I'll let him know that picking me was a mistake, that you would be a better choice for the club, that you know so much more about this stuff than I do-"

"Yeah, but the club will follow you, they'll listen to you, they won't listen to me. Am I disappointed that it's not me, yes, but you know maybe this won't be such a bad thing. Just naming me captain won't change how people treat me, so as for the club, you may not know as much but you are the best choice… and if it can't be me then at least it's…" Rachel pauses, blushing furiously, "At least it's my best friend."

Quinn won't cry, she will not cry… oh fuck it, she pulls Rachel in closely and kisses the top of her head. "Best friends." Quinn agrees. "And you know, you're pretty much going to be co-captain anyway, right? I'll probably be asking you for advice and your opinion all of the time."

"It's simple, base your performances around me." Rachel says this looking at her completely serious, until a big grin forms on her face.

"Ha ha, well that's certainly one route I'll take into consideration Miss. Berry, but just because you have an in with the captain doesn't mean you don't have to audition like everyone else." Quinn teases her.

Rachel shrugs her shoulders, "Whether I audition or you just give it to me, it all amounts to the same thing in the end."

Quinn laughs and sticks her tongue out at Rachel, who laughs as well.

"In all seriousness Rachel, I really could use your help with this."

"Of course, I'll be glad to help, why don't you tell me what you have in mind right now and I'll tell you what I think."

xXx-Scene Break-xXx

Quinn was sitting on her bed, doodling random little pictures in her notebook and just letting her mind wander where ever it wanted to. Quinn was in a fantastic mood, after today she was happy to say that she had another person in her life that she trusted, that she could consider one of her best friends, she and Rachel had been getting closer as the past few weeks had gone by, but the talk they had today and the time they spent afterwards had cemented it for Quinn.

Quinn's phone buzzes and she picks it up. Speaking of best friends, the caller was Santana.

"Make it sexy." Quinn answers jokingly.

"Hey girl, how's it going baby?" Santana responds in a deep and sultry voice that causes shivers to run down her spine.

"Okay, okay, tone it down!" Quinn laughs, only half joking though, it wasn't okay that her voice was affecting her that way.

"Are you sure, because I can keep this up, All. Night. Long." Santana responds in that same voice, and Quinn is so grateful that no one is around to see her red face. Luckily Santana starts laughing so she doesn't have to think of a way to respond. "Don't mess with the master bitch, I'm always sexy."

"Yes, you're the Queen of all things sexy…" Quinn says dryly before smirking. "Or trashy."

"Whatever, you know you want me."

"Uh-huh, I can't keep my mind off you, you sexy beast, take me baby I'm yours." Quinn says this in the most dead-pan, dry, unexcited voice that she can muster.

"Well at least you can admit it, that's the first step." Santana says in mock seriousness. "Now all kidding aside, I called for a reason, how are you and how is Rachel? Brittany says that you two hit some trouble today, what's going on?"

Quinn is more than happy to answer this, getting off the topic of wanting Santana could only be a good thing as far as her sanity went, no matter how jokingly it had come up. "We're fine, we talked it out and… I'm really glad that she and I are friends, she's in San, okay."

"I've no objection, she's kind of grows on you… you know when you're not being a total bitch to her."

"You too, huh?" Quinn asks, referencing the fact that they both felt bad for picking on Rachel.

"Yeah, I mean, sure she drives me up the wall at times and it's fun to get her riled up but that was no excuse for some of the shit that I did to her, so yeah… I like Rachel too and if you says she's in, she's in. I know B won't mind."

Santana is quiet for a few seconds, "So… glee club captain huh? How'd that happen?" she asks, sounding fairly intrigued by the idea.

"You know, I'm still not sure." Quinn laughs. "One minute I was suggesting things to improve the club the next thing I know they've asked me to be captain and I've agreed."

"And is Rachel cool with it? I mean glee is kind of her thing, and while I was super proud of you when you made cheerio captain I also remember being really jealous of you too… I guess I can assume you guys made up, but is she okay?"

"I think she's disappointed but we're cool, and you know I think she's starting to see an upside to it. She said earlier that when she was trying to lead the club, that she had to force herself to step back and focus on the group but now that she no longer has to do that she can go back to focusing on her own performances and take her rightful spot as the lead performer of the club." Quinn chuckles fondly. "But San, she was really upset about it earlier and that won't just go away. I think she's forcing herself to be okay with it for me and I know it would mean a lot to her if maybe you called her and checked on her, you know as a friend."

"Yeah no problem, I can do that."

"So," Quinn says drawing it out, "How was your day, was it as exciting as mine?"

"Eh, it was fine, Finn dropped by again and we hung out for a while and then he left, nothing too exciting."

"You and Finn seem to be getting along pretty well." Quinn comments.

"Yeah, who knew? I underestimated him and while I'm not okay with the way that he treated you at least he's been trying to make it up, you know? My biggest problem with him was that he was a shitty ass boyfriend, now that you two aren't dating I can look at him as a friend, which he's turning out to be a pretty good one."

"And how's B? Rach and I were out of there pretty fast." Quinn asks.

"B's fine, she came straight here after glee, she wanted to give you and Rachel a chance to work things out" The last part of the sentence is said in a drawn out kind of way suggesting that Santana is currently stretching. "I wanted to call you earlier but she said that you two would be fine and that we needed to let you guys sort it out."

"Yeah but still, I'm sorry we ditched her like that."

"You guys had shit to deal with, she understands that and so do I, so don't worry about it."

"Still tell her that I'm sorry."

"Sure no problem, I'll tell her after she gets out of the shower… maybe I'll tell her in the shower?" Santana says this last part almost as if she has forgotten that Quinn was on the phone.

Quinn shakes her head and rolls her eyes "Oh my God. I really didn't need to know that."

Santana chuckles evilly, before pausing for a second. When she speaks again her voice is the picture of innocence. "You didn't need to know what? That we're going to bang, shag, bonk, do the horizontal mambo-"

Quinn looks up to the sky pleading for strength, she can almost see the self-satisfied smirk on Santana's face. "You can stop that at any time you know."

Santana ignores her and continues on trying to come up with as many different ways of saying 'have sex' as possible. "Have a bedroom rodeo, do the humpty bumpty, lick the jar? Play hip tag, play rock, paper, scissors without the rock and paper, will we hockety pocketey?"

"Okay that's not even a real one!" Quinn says exasperated.

Santana continues to speak as if she hadn't heard her. "Bake some muffins, pet the kitties, bump the-"

"I'm hanging up now, good night Santana!" Quinn says quickly and she can hear Santana cackling madly as she ends the call.

'Great…' Quinn thinks as she stares at her phone in frustration, now all she can picture in her head is Santana and Brittany going at it. She lays back down on her bed and tries to focus on something else, something other than the increasingly graphic images going through her mind. She's glee club captain now, think about that, like… like… maybe they could work on an acapella number, that might be fun, no musical accompaniment just the power and skill of their voices. Or… or, maybe a soft piano arrangement. Like have Tina or Rachel sing something soft and toned down. Something with a lot of heart and emotion behind it. Or maybe even have Santana do it. Santana had a great voice, yeah she could do it… on the piano, Santana naked on the piano as…

Quinn sits up forcefully and jumps off her bed and begins to pace the room. She needed something to do, she needed to keep busy and she needed to not think about Santana in that way. She looks around her room and spots her notepad. She could sketch or doodle, that was what she was doing before Santana called. She goes back to her bed and picks up her pad and begins to finish her little drawing. It wasn't anything really, just little squiggly lines and hearts. But as she continued to draw she found that it didn't help. She couldn't get her mind off of Santana, who was waiting for Brittany while she took a shower… who was quite possibly joining the blond in the shower, the hot water cascading down her body as…

"GAH!" Quinn shouts, slamming her notebook down on the bed and throwing her head back in frustration. She looks down on her notebook and sees that the random squiggly lines weren't so random anymore, they now definitely began to show the shape of a decidedly female figure. She furiously rips the page out and crumples it into a ball before tossing it in the trash and getting up. A shower, she thinks… a nice, long, icy cold shower is just what she needs.

Quinn steps into her bathroom and undresses, catching her reflection in the mirror. She takes a moment to study her body and she begins to slowly run her hands up and down her tummy which has a bit of a bump to it now. She wouldn't say she's showing, not quite yet but it's definitely no longer the toned abdominal muscles she's used to seeing. She shakes her head and heads to the shower and turns it onto cold before hesitantly stepping in, she hated cold showers.

xXx-Scene Break-xXx

As Quinn stepped out of the shower she felt better. She was cold and miserable but her mind was clear which was nice. She takes her time drying off and as she stands in front of the mirror she pays more attention to the changes happening to her body. As she had noted earlier her stomach while not quite showing, was no longer the toned muscles they had used to be, there was smoothness to it now that wasn't there before and while she didn't sport the same cut six pack that Brittany had she definitely used to have some definition there.

Another thing she noticed was that her breasts were beginning to swell. She was generally okay with her size, a modest B cup and while she wasn't as "stacked" as say Santana it had never really bothered her. She had a fit and toned body and it was lithe, and she liked it that way. It was the complete opposite of the body that she had when she was younger.

She supposed that it was shallow of her to be so proud of her form, especially at the expense of what it used to be, but she was. She remembers very well the humiliation and the self-loathing that came along with the teasing, the harassment, the bullying that went along with her old nickname. Lucy-Caboosey. Those nicknames stopped once she had gotten into shape, and while she wasn't so naïve as to think that the people who were now nice to her were any different than the people they had been when they were mean to her, she much preferred the later. You're taught growing up that you are supposed to learn to love yourself, you are supposed to not care what others say and see the good in yourself. For Quinn, that was bullshit, she always wondered how it was possible to see the good in yourself if nobody else did? How are you supposed to see your good qualities if everyone around you is always telling you that you don't have any? There are only so many times you can try and convince yourself that you are good, that you are worthwhile, when everyone around you is telling you otherwise. Eventually you begin to believe them.

Maybe she was just weak, it wouldn't surprise her if that was the case. She tried to present a strong front, but Quinn was well aware of how insecure she actually was. She wasn't like Rachel, Rachel who seemed to be able to do it just fine, who was able to see her worth just fine no matter how the world attacked her. Quinn had, to her shame and embarrassment, been one of the people to try and tear her down and Rachel was able to endure it, so why couldn't she? Of course Rachel had her talent and two loving parents to fall back on, Quinn hadn't. Quinn had no special talents to speak of, and as for her parents, well…

Quinn's eyes trail up to her reflection in the mirror to land on her face. The nose was slightly different than the one she had been born with, her father smashing her nose in and her subsequent facial surgery made sure of that. She looks a little to the left and checks out the still red scar on her face resting on her still lightly bruised faced. It was healing nicely and in a week or two it would be completely healed, all that would remain would be a small, barely noticeable, scar under her eye. Chicks dig scars right?... Guys, guys liked scars right!? Not chicks, who cared if girls liked scars, not her, definitely not her… whatever, she was tired and she was going to bed and now she was depressed.

As Quinn slipped into a large sleeping shirt and shorts and was crawling into bed there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in." Quinn calls out.

Rachel peaks her head in the door a big smile on her face. "Hey Quinn, I just wanted to say goodnight."

"Good night Rachel." Quinn says, a soft smile on her own face.

"Um Quinn?" Rachel asks, hesitantly stepping into the room.

"Yes?"

"Santana just called me, we were talking for like the last half hour and it was… well you were right about her… you know, liking me."

"I know." Quinn says in a way that indicates that it's no big deal, that it shouldn't be a surprising thing for Santana to like her.

"I just… thanks, for being my friend and everything and even though I'm disappointed that I'm not captain of the glee club, I am happy for you… you deserve to have good things happen to you and I think that you'll be amazing at it, and of course if you ever need my help or have questions or anything at all you can always ask me."

"Thanks Rachel and I want you to know that I wasn't ever trying to take your place, those would be impossible shoes to fill, I was just trying to find my own place, and I'm grateful… more than you'll ever know, that you thought I was worth helping, being friends with. Especially after everything that I-"

"We're past that." Rachel interrupts, leaving no room for arguments. "So I don't want or need to hear another apology from you, besides we're best friends now right? You, me… and Brittany and Santana, we're all really friends now right?" Rachel asks, equal parts hesitant and hopeful.

"Definitely." Quinn agrees.

The smile that Rachel had after that statement could light up an entire neighborhood, let alone a room. "Do you… I… um… I mean… maybe we could…" Rachel trails off awkwardly her, her eyes darting between the bed and the floor.

Quinn smiles and throws back her blankets. "Do you want to have a sleep over, I know it's a school night but I don't care if you don't."

"I think one night won't hurt anything." Rachel agrees before gleefully bounding over to the bed. "So, what do we do now, do you want to talk about boys? Or ooh, I know, favorite play… no wait, wait favorite Broadway musical, Oh! Who's your favorite actress of all time!? My favorite is of course the flawless Barbara Streisand, not only have I admired her since the very moment I first heard her, but I have done my best to model myself after her, like anyone could ever compare." Rachel says this last sentence as if it's the most ridiculous thing she had ever said.

"Well… I did like that Brandy, Whitney Houston, Cinderella movie?" Quinn says, unsure if that counts and basically exhausting her knowledge of musicals that weren't Disney.

A.N. So that was chapter 25, and I hope you all enjoyed it. I apologize for the lack of update last week, things got really busy for me and so I didn't have a chance to really work on this story last week and so I didn't end up finishing this chapter until like two days ago. The next chapter should be up next Friday… hopefully.