[Santana Lopez P.O.V]
"I've had enough of this Santana. For the last time you ARE going to college. There is no choice in the matter."
Santana had been arguing with her parents for the last hour and a half, usually the arguments between them didn't last this long, when it came down to it her point in an argument was usually shot down as quick as possible, but this time was different, she wasn't giving in. She wouldn't get off of this boat without changing their minds.
"Mom please, can't you open your eyes for one second to see that I've never wanted to do anything else. I want to be famous. And I will be! Why can't you see this, why can't you support me?"
They were inside their cabin on the ship and voices were being raised. Although the sound of Santana's mother Maria's Spanish voice was echoing through the halls.
"You sound like a stupid little girl Santana, how dare you embarrass me like this? You will not be famous. Fame is for the people who cannot be anything else, people with no hope of an education. And how do you expect to get this fame? The only talent you have is being able to frustrate me to high levels in under five minutes. This is the end of our conversation."
"but Mom..."
"No. Now, I want you to unpack all of our things whilst me and your father go and scope out the rest of the ship. Once you are done with that you shall get started on your first book for college. Then you will be ready for six so that we can all go to the dining hall. I'm hoping to get seated with the Fabray's. I've heard they are practically royalty."
Without another word Maria left the cabin. Believe it not she was in a good mood. Santana still wasn't going to give in, it wasn't in her nature. When the ship docked in New York she would get off of it without any money or any idea where to go next, it was a risky choice but it was all she would ever want.
[Quinn Fabray P.O.V]
The Fabray's were a wealthy Irish family. Russell and Judy weren't the most supportive of parent's but they were coming around every day to their little girl Quinn having her own little girl. After a long trip in England they were finally heading home to Ireland.
"Are you sure this is safe enough for Beth?" Quinn asked as she stroked her daughters sleeping head.
"This ship is safer than the ground we walk on Quinny. I wouldn't place my girls upon anything less."
Her Father wasn't always supportive, when he found out that Quinn was pregnant he banished her from the family home, but on the few short months until Beth's birth he came around, moving his daughter back in just in time to meet his perfect granddaughter.
"Ok, it just worries me a little. It's such a big boat"
"She'll be fine, we are surrounded by qualified security. And we won't be on board for too long. Relax and finish unpacking your things Quinn, Beth is fine whilst she's taking her nap." Judy said as she smiled and sat on the edge of the bed with Russell. Quinn sighed but got on with what her mother told her to, she began to unpack Beth's tiny, beautiful dresses. The perks of having a wealthy family were always being able to dress your children in the prettiest clothing.
It wasn't too long before Beth was awake and Quinn was dressing her ready for dinner. They had reserved a large table in the greater dining hall which meant they would be sat with another family or two; they had to make a good impression. It was important to Quinn to please her parents.