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"SORRY I'M LATE, GUYS. I WAS WITH PRINCIPAL FIGGINS," Mr Schue sighed. He walked to the front of the choir room, glancing somberly at his students. As he scanned the room, he noticed one of them missing.
"Hey, where's Courtney?" the man asked, puzzled.
Quinn looked up from her phone to answer Mr Schue. "She's in California right now. She's recording part of her album."
The New Directions gaped at Quinn's answer. They all started mumbling, their voices melting into a symphony of chaos.
"W-What?" Mr Schue.
"How is that possible?" Rachel.
"Good for her." Mercedes.
The group were excited for their friend. They all shared their kind words, asking Quinn to pass them along to her sister. All of them except one.
Rachel Berry.
The brunette scowled when she found out why Courtney wasn't here this week. It's not like she's jealous. Who would be jealous of a shallow cheerleader like Courtney? Besides, she probably got signed by a D-list label and won't be successful. She's nothing but a snobby air-head.
Santana smirked when she saw Rachel's reaction. It's time to cause more chaos.
"Yeah, she got signed by Sony Music.One of their producers saw the video I posted of her singing "All I Want" in Glee Club and was impressed. They offered her a contract with their branch in California," the Latina revealed.
Rachel looked as if she was about to explode in anger.
Quinn and Santana shared a high-five after that.
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As Courtney stepped off the private jet Sally sent for her, she was immediately greeted by Michael, her driver for this week. The man led her to a black Range Rover, opened the back door for her and got into the driver's seat.
The ride to Sony Music was quiet. Courtney was too busy gaping at the wonders of Los Angeles.
She was excited about two things on this trip. One, to start recording her debut album. And two, to see Jesse again.
God, she's missed him these past few weeks. Video calls and texting doesn't measure up to seeing her boyfriend in person. She couldn't wait to be with him again. To hug him, to kiss him—
"Miss Courtney, we have arrived. Ms Masters and Mr Young are waiting for you on the fifth floor," came the voice of Michael, pulling Courtney out of her thoughts.
The blonde blushed when she realised where her mind had wandered. "Thanks for the lift, Michael. Should I take my luggage with me?" she asked.
"No need, Miss Courtney. I will take your belongings to the apartment you will be staying at," Michael replied.
