𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝗼𝐫𝐤.

this is really short but more chapters are coming tonight

"Alright, guys. This is your time. Now, you are all on lockdown till you finish writing our songs for Nationals. I want at least two solid verses by the time I get back."

"Aren't you gonna help us?" Tina asked.

"I, um, I will be back and read your amazing creations and give notes, but right now I have to head to the theater to fill out some paperwork." He left the hotel room and we began writing. Well, i was just doodling, i don't have the creativity to write a song.

A while later Brittany said she finished writing.

"I liked it." I shrugged. "Lovely, Britt."

"Hold on, are you singing about a cup?" Tina asked and Brittany shrugged. "Yeah, totally."

"We gotta get out of here." Quinn stood up.

"No, no, no." Rachel sat up. "Mr Schuester gave us explicit instructions. "

"To write a song and the problem is that our only inspiration are mattresses and bathroom cups."

"Quinn's right." Puck took his guitar off. "We're in the artist capital of the world. Poets, musicians, actors, playwrights. Every dreamer that's ever lived has passed through this city. And if we want our dreams to come true, we need to be out there with them, not stuck in here.

"Guys, I don't think this is a good idea." Finn stood up. "I mean, we still got those songs to write. If we don't write them, we're going to lose."

"No, they're right." Lauren said. "Can't you hear the city calling you?"

"We don't need to write songs for nationals. New York's going to write them for us."

NEXT DAY.

Nationals came and I'm not going to lie. I don't think we'll win. We just learned our choreo today and all of these other performances are beyond amazing but have faith, i guess.

TIME SKIP.

"They posted top ten!" Kurt yelled in my face and I laughed. "Okay, okay."

"Let's go check it out." Mr Schuester said and we followed him to the list. "I'm too nervous to look." Rachel said and Mr Shue walked up. "I'll go."

"What did we place?" Finn asked but Mr Schuester didn't answer. "Well, what did we rank?"

"We didn't."

Even though i knew it was coming, i don't think i was ready for everyone's reaction. It looked like they were at the verge of tears.

AT SCHOOL.

Most of us had gotten over the kiss (minus Santana).

Mr Schuester walked into the choir room with a tiny trophy. "This is what twelfth place looks like!" He yelled and we cheered.