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I Didn't Get In
"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt! I-I-I… they rejected me!" Rachel was frantic, "Kurt are you listening to me? I didn't get into NYADA! Did you?"
"Um, yes," he said.
"How is that fair? My audition was perfect. I was flawless. I was the lead in the school play, captain of the Glee Club, I had perfect grades, I won us Regionals two years in a row. I did everything right. You didn't do any of those things. How did you get in over me?"
"Well, that's just unnecessarily hurtful," Kurt said storming off in a huff.
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"Finn, I didn't get into NYADA!"
"Cool, so you can come to California, then?"
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"Quinn, I…" She was silenced quickly by Quinn holding up one finger. She was on the phone with someone.
"Yes, that's right," Quinn said, "The New York Academy of Dramatic Arts, 120 Madison Avenue. Yes, sir, Rachel Barbra Berry. If he doesn't see things our way, then… well, fires happen all the time don't they? It sure would be a shame if something unfortunate should happen to that very beautiful building. Thank you, it's good to talk to you again too." Quinn hung up the phone. "Hey, Rachel, I heard about the letter. I'm sorry, but I think they might reconsider their decision soon."
"Who was that on the phone?" Rachel asked.
"Just an old friend of my mother's family," Quinn said, "He's very influential in New York, said I could call him if I ever needed anything."
"Is he, perchance, in the mafia?"
"No, Rachel, of course not," Quinn said, "There is no mafia."