Hey, this is my new story "A Place Where Stars Are Born." Review please :).

"Mr. Schuester, why are we even here again?" Rachel asked her teacher as they were in the halls of Hollywood Arts

"I got an invitation from the principal. He heard about the wonderful talent of New Directions and asked us to perform here. Also, one of you may have a lucky chance for a scholorship here. You could have more of a chance here at becoming a star than you do at Lima." Will bragged.

"Oh my God! Hollywood Arts?" Rachel freaked. She had always read about the stories in the papers. About some recent singers and actors who attended this very school.

"What?" Britanny asked.

"What, what, Britt?" Santanna asked.

"Where are we?" Her dumb friend asked.

"L.A." Santanna said like it was pretty obvious.

"Do you think we'll meet that guy?" Britanny asked.

"Probably." Will replied, not entirely sure what she meant.

"Mr Schuester!" A man, wearing casually clothing, rushed up to the group.

"My name's Lane." He introduced himself.

"Pleasure to meet you, are you the principal?" Will asked him.

"No, the guidance counsellor here at Hollywood Arts. The principal - Mr. Irker - will be meeting you shortly. Just to let you, and the kids know - my office is down the hall and too the right if you need any help with anything at all." Lane told them.

"Well thank you." Will smiled generously.

"Ahh, here comes Mr. Irker now. Pleasure meeting you." And he rushed off.

"William Schuester," A man not much older than Lane said loudly. "I am Timothy Irker." And they shook hands.

"Pleased to meet you, Principal Irker." Will said.

"Follow me and I'll take you to the blackbox theater, where you're performing." The principal said excitedly, he always loved talent.

Backstage at the blackbox, the group were getting ready. "Hey, anybody there yet?" Rachel asked Finn, who was standing behind the curtain.

"Uh..." He had a quick glance behind the curtain and saw hundreds of the Hollywood Arts students piling in. "Yeah. Quite a lot." He mumbled.

"Ugh, at our school it's fine to perform because we know everyone hates us. But, performing infront of students at an art school, what if they think we're ammateurs?" Rachel panicked.

"Don't worry my hot little Jewish-American princess." Puck said from behind her. She rolled his eyes at that ridiculous nickname. He only says it when he wants to annoy her or wants her to do something for him.

Finn frowned slightly at that really innapropiate nickname. It was clear to Puck that she didn't like it so why did he say it?

"Yes, Noah?" Rachel asked, turning to face Finn's, once close best friend.

"Yes, what?" Puck sounded confused.

"When you say that really weird nickname, it's a warning that you're trying to mugg me." Rachel pointed out.

"Not all the time. If you remember our...deal on the journey here, you would know I call you that - surprisingly true - nickname for no reason. And I would stop when you stop calling me by my real name." Puck said intelligently.

"Never, Noah." Rachel smirked playfully.

Finn could feel his jealousy watching them. The way they joked around. What really annoyed him was that they had nothing in common (apart from being Jewish-Americans) and were bestfriends. They only made out twice in the past year and acted more like boyfriend and girlfriend than Finn had ever treated Rachel.

He hoped Rachel would get the scholorship or whatever to this place. She needed to get out of Lima for good, for her career and so she would - never again - spend time with Noah Puckerman.

"Guys! I have been calling you three for five minutes now." Mr Schue sounded slightly annoyed. "It's showtime!"