Hey there everybody! I am proud to present you another chapter! And it didn't even take me till the next month to post this time! What an achievement! In all seriousness though, hope you all enjoy this new chapter! I especially am happy right now in posting this chapter. For not only is it yet more progress being made in writing and posting this story, but I am also posting it relatively not too long after seeing the brand new Black Panther movie for the first time, so I'm feeling REALLY happy right now ^_^. Therefore, he's me again hoping very much that you read, enjoy, and review this newest addition to GWAF: A New Generation is Born!

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Chapter 25:

History Just Loves to Repeat Itself

The very next Monday, William Schuester couldn't have felt happier and more excited. He'd had a great weekend with his family, his job as glee club director was well and truly secure, and he was ready to truly cast aside the shadows and sour taste from the previous week even further then they'd already been. He smiled. For as a matter of fact, he knew just the other bit of news he'd gotten just this morning from Figgins himself to tell his students this recess to get them somewhat reasonably excited for the week.

The clock reached the exact time for the glee club session to begin, and he turned his head to face his students, smile still on his face at the sight of them mostly chatting and having a good day. Not even the fact that Charlotte was, as usual, the only one who wasn't involved in any of the happy chatting amongst the other gleeks was enough to dampen his mood.

"Alright everyone," he said. He clapped his hands. "Listen up."

All the students, plus Hobbes, turned their heads to face Mr. Schuester, their conversations ending so they could pay attention. Charlotte, rolling her eyes, did the same as her 12 peers, folding her arms across her chest in the process.

"Thank you," said Mr. Schuester. "So, we all know that today starts a new week for us. And if we're lucky, this week will end without a single shred of last week's string of drama present." He looked over at Diana. "That being said, forgive me for asking, but are you ok?"

The other gleeks all looked at Diana. Daniel, Susan, Calvin, Hobbes, and Zack were especially interested as they looked at her. The New Directions female lead took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked back at the teacher. "I'm getting better," she admitted. "I can definitely say that."

Her three fellow leads, plus Zack and Hobbes, nodded their heads in acceptance. The rest of the gleeks, apart from Charlotte of course, similarly nodded to indicate their acceptance of this answer.

"That's good," said Mr. Schuester. He looked at Zack. "And as for you, how are things at home?"

The entirety of the group looked over at Zack, all curious, despite themselves, as to just how the events of the previous Thursday had affected his home life and his punishment for what had happened the previous Tuesday and Monday. The black boy took a deep breath, exhaled, and then looked straight at his entire audience. "I'm not gonna lie," he began. "I did get a little flack from my parents at first for A: not informing them immediately of your cancelling the after-school glee club session that day and that they could pick me up early that day and B: heading within direct vicinity of that crack house and having involvement in a situation that ended up involving the police." He took another deep breath, exhaling just like he had with the first deep breath. "But that being said, thanks to my help in resolving the situation that was unfolding at the time, my not being directly affiliated with the guilty party in this case, and my honorable and genuinely selfless intent behind my help, they've decided to allow my punishment to largely remain as it currently is without adding any further elements to it or extending how long I have to wait before its over. And they've also said that, while I'm still not yet allowed to visit any of you guys' houses myself, I am now allowed to have you guys visit me at my house, but only as long as the visit doesn't result in me violating the terms of my punishment in any fashion. So yeah, things are good as far as I'm concerned."

He nodded his head. "For that matter," he then said, "I've got some other good news." He whistled, shaking his head slightly. "And boy, it took some serious work from the people involved to convince my parents to let them come inside to tell me about it." He looked back at his audience. "Nevertheless, as of this past Friday, thanks to my actions the previous Thursday, I am now officially on a week of probation as a minor member of the basketball team. And if I make it through this whole week without causing any trouble, I'll be allowed to both stay on the team and have the chance to earn my position as basketball team leader back in the time we still have left to wait before the McKinley High basketball season officially starts for this school year." He chuckled. "So yeah, like I said, things are good on my end." He looked straight at Mr. Schuester. "You?"

The other students all turned their heads to Mr. Schuester, who nodded. "Glad to hear that Zack, and yes, things are good on my end to." He gave his entire current roster of students a thumbs-up. "As you probably may have guessed, I'm currently still safe as far as my job is concerned. And as a direct result of my direct involvement in resolving the crack house situation last Thursday, it is entirely possible that I'll only need to wait the entirety of this week and next week before my time under watch from your parents and the authorities ends." He let a more serious and meaningful look come on his face. "At least, that is, as long as nothing shady happens involving you guys in that time period, and especially as long as nothing happens where it looks as if I did nothing to put a stop to any potential shady events." The students all nodded their heads, Zack very noticeably gulping nervously.

"Got it," he thought to himself. He shuddered mentally. "Definitely better make sure not to screw up over these next two weeks."

Charlotte, meanwhile, had similar thoughts on her mind. "Noted," she thought to herself. "Coach Sylvester and I had best make sure I keep myself in line over these next two weeks . . . at least, as long as that's what coach Sylvester wants."

"But enough about that," said Mr. Schuester. "Time for some other matters." Much like Diana and Zack had done not too long ago, he took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "Alright, as I said last week, just to remind you, Nationals is in New York City this season." The gleeks all nodded their heads and mumbled acknowledgment; except, naturally, Charlotte, who rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I'm not an amnesiac," she thought to herself. "I still remember when you told us that the first time thank you very much." She directed a side glance at the clock. "Good God," she thought to herself. "Do I really have to spend a whole half hour in here today right now?"

"Glad you all remember," said Mr. Schuester, completely unaware of what was on Charlotte's mind. "Now, naturally, we still have to worry about making it past sectionals and regionals before we can properly worry about that." He lifted his finger. "However, before we fully get to work on worrying about Sectionals, not to mention about the annual New Directions mashup competition we'll be holding, as per this club's tradition, this coming November, there is one noteworthy event this week we all need to focus on."

This instantly got all the students' attention, just as Mr. Schuester had hoped. "As you are all probably aware," the teacher began. "We'll be having our fall semester school assembly this Thursday. And, as per another unofficial New Directions tradition, Figgins has assigned for us to do a performance at that assembly."

At the sound of this, 12 of the gleeks whistled, and shook their heads half in excitement and half in dread. Hobbes directed a look at his master, his eyes seemingly filled with a canine look of dread and concern. Raj, on the other hand, merely closed his eyes and nodded up and down with a clear 'I knew it' look on his face.

"Now as I can tell you are all clearly aware," said Mr. Schuester, "this club has had a bit of a history when it comes to making performances at school assemblies."

"That's one way to put it," Calvin mumbled under his breath.

Susan snorted. "Understatement," she agreed.

Even Diana and Daniel couldn't help but numbly nod their heads. Even they knew all to well about the myriad controversies, incidents, and borderline scandals that had unfolded in the past during glee club performances at school assemblies.

"But hear me out," said Mr. Schuester. "As much as reputation may claim, not every performance by the glee club at a McKinley High school assembly has ended in disaster or some similarly unpleasant incident. The last time such a case occurred was 3 years ago. And there hasn't been a single incident following that time yet."

"Indeed," said Raj. "Keyword being yet."

"And right now," Mr. Schuester continued, seemingly ignoring Raj's comment, "I'm certain that this year will be another safe year." He walked over to the piano, picked up three stacks of paper from the top, and walked over to hand them over to his students. "I've been very careful in selecting what to have you perform at the assembly this week," he then said as he started passing the papers to each of his students. "And I am quite certain indeed that there will be no reason for any controversy or outcry present within these songs. In other words, they're perfectly safe."

The gleeks all looked over the three chosen songs that Mr. Schuester had handed them the printed lyrics for. One by one, they each allowed varying degrees of uncertainty, polite interest, confusion, disinterest, or outright disgust come on their faces.

"Well," said Diana. "These are certainly . . . um . . . interesting songs you've picked Mr. Schue," said Diana. Most of the other gleeks merely nodded their heads and mumbled politely in agreement. Charlotte opted to merely roll her eyes. Calvin, however, had other thoughts.

He promptly did a spit take literally two seconds after hearing what Diana had said. "Interesting?" he said. He pointed his finger at Diana. "Look, I'm sorry Diana, but you are being way too kind here."

"Calvin," said Daniel.

"I'm serious," said Calvin. He thrusted his copy of one of the songs towards Daniel, waving it around in front of the dark-haired boy's face. "Look at this! Look at this! There's no way any person in their right mind could possibly have any interest in this garbage in this day and age! I mean, look at the lyrics in this thing! When was this written? 1840?"

"Calvin," said Mr. Schuester, his tone a mixture between annoyed and resigned. Admittedly enough, he had been expecting for something like this to happen. But even so, he didn't feel the need for Calvin to make such a huge deal out of the whole business.

"Look Mr. Schue," said Calvin. "I get that you're a real sucker for a bunch of the oldies in music. And honestly, I can see the appeal in more than one song from before my time. But this?" He gestured at the music on the sheets he and the other gleeks had been given. "How can you possibly suggest having us perform this drivel to audiences? Or see any appeal in them yourself? You couldn't have even been an idea at the time this stuff was first released! Hell, your grandparents couldn't have possibly been an idea at the time this stuff was first released!"

"I have to agree," said Susan, herself now looking very annoyed and displeased with the music the glee club director had selected for their upcoming performance at the assembly. "I mean, I can see the appeal of songs from older years, but this stuff might as well have been written during the time of the dinosaurs!" She slapped her copy of the lyric papers on her lap angrily, pointed her finger at Mr. Schuester, and shouted, "There is no way we could possibly perform these fossils in front of everyone this Thursday and be taken seriously! Don't you think we're gonna get ridiculed enough this year?"

"Yeah!" Dunlap yelled in agreement, his red eyes blazing with disbelief. "Have you been smoking or something? Why is it so impossible for you to suggest for us to perform anything that people will actually be even remotely familiar with these days?"

"Yeah!" Darren shouted. "Or if not anything modern, then couldn't you have at least picked a few of the tunes featured in the Guardians of the Galaxy movies? That shit's actually enjoyable! And I'd actually understand it if you were to have picked any of the songs from those!"

"Yeah!" Amber agreed.

"What they said," said Naomi.

"The other students around here already think we're fools!" Cody yelled. He waved his lyric papers around in the air in a fury. "Are you trying to give them more ammunition for them to use against us the next time they try to bully us?"

"Damn straight Cody," Bailey hissed in agreement, her entire face clearly showing her absolute disgust with the song choices that Mr. Schuester had decided upon. She then looked at the teacher. "You want us to be respected by the other students around here? Well I'm telling you this right now, this music you've just sentenced us to couldn't be any less demanding of respect, especially not as far as everyone else at this school is concerned! To sum up my thoughts on this music, I have, from the immortal words of Mercedes Jones Evans, Hell! To! The! No!"

"I've been a student here for three years before this year," said Raj. He waved his lyric papers frantically through the air above his head. "You can do better than this!"

"With all due respect Mr. Schue," said Zack, who then shook his head side to side with his eyes closed. "I'm afraid that I must agree. I really don't think these are the best choices of songs for us to perform this Thursday."

Daniel and Diana looked each other in the eyes, a silent message passing between them, and then they looked at Mr. Schuester with the exact same look of sheepish guilt on their faces. "I'm sorry to say this," said Daniel. "But, I'm afraid I have to agree with Zack and the others."

"Me to," Diana agreed.

Upon hearing all this, Mr. Schuester took a brief look at Charlotte to see if she would have any comment. The cheerleader remained silent. Despite her silence, however, the very stern glare she was directing at the papers in her hands, and how her hands were tightly clenched almost into fists around their grips on the papers, was all he needed to see to know how she seemed to feel about the song choices.

The teacher sighed, hung his head, and shook it side to side. "I should have guessed this would be hard." He lifted his head to face the students, exhaling a second time in the process. "Look," he began. "I understand that you have reservations against the songs I've picked for you to sing this Thursday."

He lifted his finger to forestall further comment, though not unkindly. "But please, look at what's happened over the past week. Can you really blame me for trying as hard as I am to be absolutely certain that there won't be any more incidents within the immediate future? Just the previous week, this club was at risk of being permanently shut down yet again." He pointed at Zack. "And as we've established, while there is plenty of blame to go around, you still hold a respectable portion of responsibility for that. And all that in mind, don't you think I can get some slack here?"

The students all seemed to think to themselves. Even Hobbes seemed to hang his head in a mixture of shame and irritation. "Well, yes," said Daniel. "But still. . ."

"And for that matter," said Mr. Schuester. "I know that you've said that you appreciate multiple songs from before your time. And yes, I will gladly admit that the Guardians of the Galaxy movies did help bring some much-needed appreciation of multiple such songs to modern audiences. But even so, some of those songs well and truly need continued appreciation. And as much as you may not be all that enthusiastic about these particular songs, I think that we should at least try to give them a chance nonetheless."

The gleeks all looked each other in the eyes, clearly uncertain what to think.

"And besides," said Mr. Schuester. "At the very least, it's just for this one assembly. Surely you can stomach these music choices for at least this one single day? I'm sure you'll have plenty of time over the course of this entire school year to perform songs more compatible with your tastes. So one moment of these songs for that one day will surely not be too big of a price to pay in exchange, right?"

Most of the other gleeks still seemed uncertain. Then they heard Diana say, "I guess we can think that over." The other gleeks briefly directed surprised glances at Diana; glances that only got more confused when they saw Daniel nod his head in agreement.

"That's a start," said Mr. Schuester. He nodded his head. "And with that at least, I'd best go ahead and let you all know what the assignment for this week is."

As the teacher turned to head to the white board, however, Diana and Daniel turned their heads to face the rest of the gleeks, a silent 'play along' message in their eyes. At that point, the other gleeks all made silent 'oh' remarks and nodded their heads in understanding. As if to then emphasize the matter, Daniel then hurriedly passed a small slip of paper to Zack. Zack opened it up and saw the words 'meet up with us later this afternoon' written on it. Zack nodded his head, and then gave Daniel a thumbs up. He'd definitely make sure to be present for this seeming impromptu upcoming meeting.

. . . . .

That afternoon, the 13 gleeks, plus Hobbes, were all gathered in the backstage area of the auditorium. And, naturally, much to their shame and reluctance, Mr. Schuester was not at all aware of this. In fact, as it so happened, they were currently supposed to be practicing the songs Mr. Schuester had assigned for them to sing at the assembly during their time in the auditorium at that very moment, while he himself worked on discussing with Figgins and other necessary authority figures on arrangements and other necessary details regarding the upcoming sectionals competition. And furthermore, Mr. Schuester had chosen to forego giving them an assignment for the week in favor of allowing more time to practice for the assembly. This logically meant that, over the course of the days leading up to the assembly, both recess sessions and after school sessions would be devoted to practicing for the assembly. And yet, despite how things had ended up unfolding in the past at this time of the year, or perhaps maybe because he had too much faith in them not running the risk of screwing things up after all that had gone down the previous week, he had chosen to trust them with taking care of assembly practicing on their own during the after school sessions for the entirety of the days leading up the assembly itself; a fact that they were all thoroughly taking advantage of at that very moment, though not necessarily feeling happy about it.

"Are you really certain we should be doing this?" Calvin asked. "I mean, I know Mr. Schue really has his mind set on those fossils; but pulling off a meeting like this behind his back? Color me negative, but this hardly feels like a very nice thing to do right now after what happened last week."

"Calvin's got a point," Susan agreed. She nodded her head up and down with her eyes closed. "Mr. Schue got in enough trouble last week, not to mention multiple other times in the years before our time, for incidents involving the glee club members going on without his knowledge. And with all that in mind, I really don't think holding a meeting like this without him knowing about it is entirely the right thing to do."

Several of the other gleeks likewise proceeded to indicate their unease at the clandestine nature of their current meeting and the lack of Mr. Schuester's knowledge or involvement with it.

Daniel sighed. "I get it guys," he began. "Yes, maybe we could have handled this differently." He extended his hand forward. "But right now, this current matter between us needs to be discussed. And as things currently stand, Mr. Schue is hardly likely to want to hear anything about this, let alone listen to us if he did let us talk about it with him."

"Daniel's right."

Diana nodded her head. "We understand that this is hardly palatable for us to do after what happened last week. And yes, I'm sure some of us can understand where Mr. Schue is coming from with his current song suggestions for us to perform at the assembly this Thursday."

The other gleeks proceeded to grumble or roll their eyes.

"But the simple fact is," Diana continued. The other gleeks promptly redirected their full attention towards her and Daniel. "Right now, Mr. Schue, well-meaning as he is, is quite simply trying to play things too safely right now."

"Indeed," Daniel agreed. "And for that matter, as safe as he thinks these songs are, there's also the fact that, as much as they may or may not allow us to safely avoid an incident like the kind that this club's assembly performances have gained a reputation for, he's only setting us up for a different form of humiliation." He made sure all of the other gleeks had their attention on him. "You all made it crystal clear. The songs Mr. Schue's picked for us? There's no way we can sing them and be taken seriously afterward. And as blunt as Calvin was about the matter right out of the gate, it is very much true nonetheless."

"You got that right," Calvin muttered.

"Which is precisely why, for this meeting," Diana began, "we will potentially discuss appropriate songs for us to perform instead as well as on just how to practice for them without spoiling the surprise for Mr. Schue."

The other gleeks all started thinking to themselves. But then, in unison, Calvin, Susan, and Zack raised their eyebrows in confusion.

"Potentially?" asked Calvin.

"What do you mean potentially?" Susan asked.

Diana looked at Daniel, a clear 'your turn' look in her green eyes.

Daniel nodded. "As clear as we all feel and said about our current song choices and our wishes and hopes to make compatible alterations, you guys have also made it clear that, in light of last week, our current actions may not necessarily be the nicest things for us to do as far as Mr. Schue is concerned."

The other gleeks thought to themselves. "Well yeah," Zack admitted. "That is true. But still. . ."

"Which is precisely why," said Diana, "Daniel and I are going to allow us all to put to a vote whether we want to go through with our desire to change things for our upcoming assembly performance as we see fit or suck it up and do what Mr. Schue wants for the sake of respect and taking the easy route."

The other gleeks all thought to themselves once more. They spent multiple minutes in this state. Even Hobbes seemed to be deep in thought, but ultimately waiting for his master to voice his own decision before fully committing.

"All in favor," said Diana. "Say I."

Raj finally made his decision. "I," said the Indian American.

No sooner had Raj voiced his own decision when the rest of the gleeks proceeded, one by one, to voice their own.

"I," said Bailey.

"I," said Cody.

"I," said Amber.

"I," said Darren.

"I," said Naomi.

"I," said Dunlap.

"I," said Susan.

"I," said Calvin.

"Bark, bark," said Hobbes.

"I," said Zack.

All eyes promptly focused on Charlotte, who sighed, rolled her eyes in a mixture of annoyance and reluctance. "I," she managed to grumble.

"I," said Diana, a small smirk on her face while she also raised her hand as if to emphasize her comment.

Daniel smiled, his gray eyes agleam. "It is unanimous," he stated. "That's it." He picked up a prop gavel, slammed it down against the floor, and nodded his head. "The 'I's' have it. Change is what we all want for this assembly performance. And change is what we're all going to get."

"Here, here," said all the other gleeks. Charlotte, naturally, only mouthed the words.

"Excellent," said Daniel. He looked over at Diana, who nodded, and directed her own gaze back to their peers.

"Alright everyone," said Diana. "Starting now, let us discuss ideas for alternate songs."

The rest of the gleeks were all too happy to oblige.

. . . . .

Half an hour later, the gleeks had decided and agreed upon a complete alternate set list to replace the one Mr. Schuester had originally chosen. However, they had realized afterward that they'd need to find a different place to practice during after school sessions. For as it turned out, the chorus club would be holding their own after-school practice sessions in the auditorium due to how the chorus club's usual meeting room was now closed for repairs thanks to damage that had been caused by two rugby students who'd shown up drunk and gotten into a fight that very morning. However, they had also decided that it would be somewhat kinder for them not to ask Mr. Schuester himself for assistance in deciding upon an alternate practice spot for themselves to use, as they couldn't help but feel that knowledge of the circumstances would potentially lead to him trying to somehow work his way into being present to watch them at whatever alternate location he picked, as well as for the less sinister reason that they believed the knowledge would cause him unnecessary stress that he deserved to avoid after everything he'd been put through the previous week. And thus, here they now were in the hallway talking to the McKinley High janitor, Damian Holloway.

"You want me to do what?"

Daniel winced upon hearing this question. He was now starting to realize that this would probably me more difficult then he'd thought. "Ok," he began. "I'll admit, this is a rather odd request for us to ask of you. . ."

"Oh really?" The janitor scoffed, already feeling as if he were gaining yet more gray hairs right that very instant. "What gave that away?"

Daniel gritted his teeth. Zack decided to try to help get some of the weight off of his friend's shoulders, and he stepped forward. "Look," he said. "I know this sounds weird. . ."

The janitor pointed his finger at Zack, his face now hardened into an accusatory glare. "Oh no," he growled. "Don't you say a word to me pal!"

Zack reared back, shock firmly etched on his face.

The janitor snarled again, and kept his finger pointed at Zack. "You think I'm gonna do you a favor? After how all those airheads wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed to try to help them wake you up from unconsciousness last Monday? After all the extra work I had to do last Tuesday because of your screwed-up shenanigans? After how I had to clean up a mess inside one of my supply closets and fix the door to that very same closet thanks to those cheerleaders you hired to kidnap two of your peers choosing to use it as a holding cell?"

Zack and the rest of the gleeks were briefly lost for words at the last bit. Even Hobbes looked perplexed.

Zack eventually regained his voice and pointed his own finger at the still disgruntled janitor, a clear look of confusion still on his face. "Ok, I understand where you're coming from," he began. "Especially as far as those first two details are concerned, but that last bit?" He shook his head side in confusion. "A: How did you even know that? And B: Just for the record, that wasn't even my fault."

"I don't care whose fault it was," Holloway snapped, clearly not in the mood for subtle details. He shook his head side to side. "The plain and simple fact here punk, is that there ain't no way in Hell I'm going to do any favors for you after all the gray hairs you gave me last week. Ipso facto, case-o closed-o."

The gleeks all looked at each other. Clearly, they were not going to make very much progress at the rate things were currently going. Diana stepped forward. "Please sir," she said. "I know you've had a rough time last week. We all have." She pointed at Zack. "And yes, we are very sorry indeed that our friend here was responsible for a sizable portion of your rough time." Zack nodded, seeing no reason to get offended over what was quite simply a very true statement.

"But let me ask you," Diana continued. "Is it fair to judge or punish an entire group that may or may not even be guilty just because of the actions of one or two individuals?"

Holloway thought to himself. "Um," he thought out loud, uncertain just what to say.

"Is it fair to judge and hate all Islamic people just because of the actions of terrorist groups?" Diana asked. "Is it fair to unfairly judge and hate all Germans because of the Nazis? Would it be fair to place unfair judgment on all black people, period, just because of a bad experience you had at the hands of a single small group of them?"

"No," said Holloway, the answer coming instantly to his mind and tongue.

"Then there is no need to necessarily consider this favor we're asking of you to be something done specifically for our friend here," said Diana, again indicating Zack. "Consider it a deed for all of us together. And if not that, at least for Mr. Schuester. You're familiar with him, right?"

The janitor nodded his head. "Yes," he responded. "I'll admit, I'm not necessarily his closest friend, but I'd say I'm on decent terms with him."

"Then let those terms continue to be decent," Diana continued. She nodded her head. "Allow us to handle this slight dilemma without having to get him involved and subject to further stress after what he got put through last week and how much care he still needs to put into the next couple weeks or so to get himself fully out of the woods. You're the janitor. With all the work you have to do keeping it clean and in working order, you know this school, all the way down to every individual, insignificant, nook and cranny. If there's anyone who'd know the perfect alternate location for my teammates and I to practice that suits our current stated needs, it would almost certainly have to be you."

The janitor thought to himself, then nodded, and then also shrugged nonchalantly. "You could say that, I suppose."

Diana nodded her own head in agreement. "Indeed." She clasped her hands together, wringing her fingers together. "So, does this mean you'll help us?"

Holloway thought to himself once again, and eventually nodded his head. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt," he said. He then pointed at Zack once more, glare back on his face. "Know this pal, I'm only doing this for your teacher and peers. I ain't doing it for you. Got that?"

Zack gulped, and then nodded his head up and down. "Yes sir," he responded.

"Good," said the janitor. He directed his attention back to the rest of the gleeks. "Alright then," he said. "That being said, let's get a move on. Best I go ahead and show you your temporary new practice zone before you leave school today so that we won't have any unnecessary trouble finding each other again tomorrow."

"You know a good place to serve as that?" Daniel asked.

The janitor chuckled. "Have no fear," he said. "I know just the place."

"Well then what are we waiting for?" Calvin asked. He clapped his hands twice. "Chop-chop!"

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Coming up Next: The time has come for the New Directions to make their latest performance at a McKinley High fall assembly. How will things unfold for the glee club and the rest of the school at THIS assembly? Find out next chapter!