A/N: I'm glad you guys feel spoiled and that you are going with this twist. I am excited to explore this future.
Monday August 5, 2013 – Santana Lopez and her team reunite at her house
We sat around the living room. Rachel and Quinn pouring over the notes on the various labels that wanted to sign Santana. Kurt and Blaine reviewing the possible options for independent work and Santana with her head in her hands.
Since the news of her lawsuit broke, she hasn't left the house. I can tell she is upset and worried, but I think she is starting to get restless too. I lift her chin to look at me as I place a soft kiss on her cheek.
"It will be okay."
She just gives me a sad smile as I rest my head on her shoulder.
*two hours later*
"I get it Rachel! I get that I need to make the fucking decision quickly but after my dream record label turned out to be so fucked up, I kind of feel like I should take things slower in my decision this time!" Santana shouted.
Kurt and Blaine sat stunned by how quickly things had escalated between the two. Rachel looked on the verge of tears while Quinn hugged her and gave Santana a death glare.
"Honey that was little much, she's just trying to help," I say quietly. She sighed.
"Rach, I'm really sorry I am taking it out on you. I'm just worried and stressed. I'm sorry Rach." She says wrapping her in a hug.
When Santana finally calms Rachel down and comes to sit by me again. I notice Quinn's face. I swear her jaw is touching the floor.
"Okay so what do I do guys?" Santana asks. I can tell she is worn out and confused, she has never had to go through something like this. If this case goes to trial, it's really going to wear her out then.
"You have a lot of offers on the table, I know you're not really to get involved with another big label, but you have some small one's here too," Quinn says finally gaining her composure again.
"You also have the option of going independent," says Blaine. "It's going to be a lot of work and you would probably want to hire some more people to help out, but you would have total control."
I look at her along with everyone else in the room.
"How do I go independent?" she asks quietly.
