-Chapter 39-

-Shelby pov-

"Since we have some kids who want to be rebels I think I have our theme" I see the three girls squirm "We will be doing songs of rebellion and revolution for regionals!"

"Awesome!" Puck is immediately standing "I have a song! Can I go? Please! I really have a good one!"

"Uhh yeah" I smile at his enthusiasm "I appreciate you stepping up for this prompt!"

He smiles and heads to the band guys. I get worried by the smirks I see. It is just going to be a rebel or revolution song. This can not be that bad.

Can it?

-Noah singing-

They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk

'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean

They're gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds

Another cog in the murder machine

They said "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed"

So, darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick

You're never gonna fit in much, kid

But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt

Will make them pay for the things that they did

They said "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed"

So, darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me, oh, hoo yeah!

They said "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed"

So, darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me, all together now!

"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed"

So, darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me, yeah!

"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed"

So, darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me!

"Well that is not what I was expecting" I turn to see Kurt raising his hand "Uh do you have something better?"

"Maybe" Kurt takes Noah's spot "Boys play along"

-Kurt singing-

He hit the ground running,

At the speed of light.

The star was brightly shining,

Like a neon light.

It's your favorite son.

It's your favorite son.

A fixture on the talkshows,

To the silver screen.

From here to Colorado,

He's a sex machine.

It's your favorite son.

It's your favorite son.

But isn't it a drag?

Isn't it a drag?

Isn't it a drag?

It's pretty bloody sad,

but isn't it a drag?

A clean-cut All-American,

Really ain't so clean.

His royal auditorium,

Is a murder scene.

It's your favorite son.

It's your favorite son.

Oh, isn't it a drag?

Isn't it a drag?

Isn't it a drag?

It's pretty bloody sad,

but isn't it a drag?

Well no one says it's fair.

Turn a teenage lush,

To a millionaire.

Now where's your fuckin' champion?

On a bed you laid.

He's not the All-American,

That you thought you paid.

It's your favorite son.

It's your favorite son.

But isn't it a drag?

"Well that was something" Kurt looks at finn and then goes back to his seat "Maybe I did the wrong choice here"

"I got one!" Oh god not Tina "Lincoln park!"

-Tina singing-

I've seen the blood

I've seen the broken

The lost and the sights unseen

I want a flood

I want an ocean

To wash my confusion clean

I can't resolve this empty story

I can't repair the damage done

We are the fortunate ones

Who've never faced oppression's gun

We are the fortunate ones

Imitations of rebellion

We acted out

We wear the colors

Confined by the things we own

We're not without

We're like each other

Pretending we're here alone

And far away, they burn their buildings

Right in the face of the damage done

We are the fortunate ones

Who've never faced oppression's gun

We are the fortunate ones

Imitations of rebellion

Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion

Rebellion, rebellion

We lost before the start

Rebellion, rebellion

One by one we fall apart

We fall apart

We fall apart

We fall apart

We are the fortunate ones

Who've never faced oppression's gun

We are the fortunate ones

Imitations of

Imitations of...

We are the fortunate ones

Who've never faced oppression's gun

We are the fortunate ones

Imitations of rebellion

Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion

"THAT IS IT!" I throw my papers away "Obviously I chose the wrong theme for this group! You all need

To see Emma and get help! Dear god! What the hell is wrong with all of you?!"

"Do you want the honest answer?" I glare at Santana and she stands up "I have a song option"

"Fuck it!" I motion to the front "Do your worst!"

-Santana singing-

You say you want a revolution

Well, you know

We all want to change the world

You tell me that it's evolution

Well, you know

We all want to change the world

But when you talk about destruction

Don't you know that you can count me out

Don't you know it's gonna be alright

Alright, alright

You say you got a real solution

Well, you know

We'd all love to see the plan

You ask me for a contribution

Well, you know

We're all doing what we can

But if you want money for people with minds that hate

All I can tell you is brother you have to wait

Don't you know it's gonna be alright

Alright, alright, al...

You say you'll change the constitution

Well, you know

We all want to change your head

You tell me it's the institution

Well, you know

You'd better free your mind instead

But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao

You ain't gonna make it with anyone anyhow

Don't you know it's gonna be alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

"Depending on your definition that was good" Santana looks straight at me "Some people are revolting against nations other are rebelling against family or parents"

"Like my dad wanting to be with Finn more" I turn toward Kurt "It has nothing to do with anything but the fact that my song was my feelings to that"

"I have been told many times my generation is what is wrong with this country" I look at Noah in understanding "I mean everyday the older generation says we are the problem and we do not care"

"We know revolution and rebellion" I nod as Tina speaks "We also know what it is like to be shut out by people your age...it happens everyday to us all"

"Wow" I look at all of the club kids "I-is that how all of you feel?"

There are a bunch of nods "Glee is our safe place" I look at my daughter who has a small smile on her face "It is where we can be free and be us to our full potential!"

"Be yourselves huh?" They all nod and I look at the whiteboard "I have an idea then for your theme"

I walk over and grab a black marker. I uncap it and start writing. I circle and underline the word on the board. I cap the marker and turn to them.

"Our theme will be original" they all look confused "You will be in charge of writing and original song! The best one will have a duet or solo! I also expect everyone to get together so we can write a group number!"

"I think this is a wonderful idea" Rachel smiles brightly "I think it gives us all a chance to shine"

Everyone hums their agreements and I dismiss the meeting. They all leave while discussing the plans. This is going to be a long road to regionals. I honestly can not wait now.

I can not wait to hear what they al bring to the table.