Season 3, Episode 21
Air date TBA 2012
Written by JamesonOTP
Episode Guide
What Could Have Been
Retro Regionals

Amy is the twenty-first episode of Season 3 of JamesonOTP's ongoing fan fiction, Glee: The Next Generation and the sixty-fifth episode overall.

With only one week to prepare for Regionals, the heat is on to get New Directions ready, but their hearts isn't in it. With the realization that most of them are months away from graduating, New Directions is in a funk. Lana has quit New Directions following her fight with Miles and it's gonna take some unexpected help to step up and co-captain Glee Club in her place and get New Directions ready for Regionals. So, Will has an idea to New Directions by paying tribute to Amy Winehouse. By showing them that her life was more about her music and the mark she made than her short time in the spotlight, he hopes they can learn a few things. Meanwhile, a small misunderstanding causes an issue for James when his jealousy causes him to act out. 



Glee: The Next Generation Season 3, Episode #21: "Amy"Edit

So here’s what you missed on Glee: The Next Generation:

Miles went toe-to-toe with his two best friends in song. Jaxon is mad at Miles for what he’s becoming and for that time when Miles shoved Jaxon to the floor. Lana’s mad at Miles for being mad at her for her rooftop almost-suicide attempt. Geez, things are crazy between those three! Things got even crazier when Jaxon climbed to the top of some scaffolding and fell and hit his head. He had this crazy dream where Mr. Schue gave up on Glee Club a long time ago and nothing was as it should be. It was madness! James was back in Vocal Adrenaline and Jameson was no more…say it isn’t so! But thankfully it was all a dream. What wasn’t a dream? The bombshell that Jaxon is about to drop on Glee Club. This can’t be good.

And that’s what you missed on Glee!


Jaxon looked around the choir room at each of his friends as they sat there in anticipation. Jaxon looked at James, who nodded and mouthed encouragement.

“Lana isn’t here because she quit Glee Club,” Jaxon said.

“What?” Hallie asked. “Why?”

“World War Lana happened,” Jaxon said. “While my emotions had calmed down, Miles and Lana’s emotions has only managed to boil while I was away. Upon returning, I walked into a warzone.”

The scene faded back to the auditorium as Jaxon stood in the aisle, watching as Lana and Miles argued.

“I’m so tired of you holding what happened on that roof against me!” Lana shouted. “Newsflash, I’m human. I’m not perfect and neither are you.”

“I can’t understand why someone who had a friend who committed suicide would ever consider doing that,” Miles replied. “Knowing how it affected you and knowing that would be how it affected those you care about.”

“You forget, Miles,” Lana said. “I wasn’t friends with John. I barely knew him. I had just met you guys and I was trying to help Hallie through the situation.”

“I just think that it takes a little understanding,” Miles said.

“That’s a two-way street!” Lana shouted. “Surely you would understand the place I was in after reading John’s diary.”

“I’ve never read his diary,” Miles said. “I can’t read it, Lana. If I knew what he was thinking, it might destroy me. I lost one of my best friends and I already feel like I failed him and that his death was unnecessary. If I read anything that further validated how I feel, it would destroy the part of me believes that fate can’t be changed. If I knew for sure I helped contribute to his death, then I might as well have killed him with my own hands. I could never face myself again.”

“It’s a shame that you’ve never read it,” Lana said. “Maybe then you could understand me and what I was going through. And you could stop hating me like you do.”

“I don’t hate you,” Miles said.

“Bull crap!” Lana said. “I can see your disdain for me in your eyes. You’re easier to read than you think, Miles.”

“Guys,” Jaxon said, as he walked forward. “Stop fighting, please.”

“You think you know me so well,” Miles said, his nostrils flaring. “Oh, Lana has it all figured out.”

“I’m tired of not being able to feel comfortable in the same room as you!” Lana shouted. “You treat me like trash because you can’t get over the fact that your friend killed himself a year ago!”

“Just leave John out of this,” Miles said. “This is between us!”

“If you can’t leave him out of this, then I refuse to,” Lana said. “Every time you try to justify your hatred of me or you try to justify your behavior, you drag him back into this. You rip open your own wounds and then blame me and it’s complete and utter crap!”

“You and your opinions, your self-centeredness, that’s complete and utter crap,” Miles said. “Grow up, Lana.”

“Screw you, Miles,” Lana said. “I don’t need someone like you telling me I need to grow up. The point is, because you can’t get over your guilt, you’ve let it change you. It’s cost you friends and it’s ruining your life and you can’t see it. Do yourself a favor and read the diary. It might just save what little is left of Miles deep down in there beneath all the hate, the anger, the guilt, the fear, and the self-loathing.”

“I only loathe you,” Miles said, matter-of-factly.

“Then I’ll do you a favor,” Lana said. “I’ll make it so you never have to see me again. I quit Glee Club. There, are you happy now?”

“Lana!” Jaxon called as Lana stormed off the stage. He ran to her, trying to stop her.

Lana turned around as Jaxon touched her shoulder. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

“I love you,” Lana said. “But I can’t. I just can’t.”

Lana turned back around, tears streaming down her face as she walked briskly to the exit. Jaxon watched in stunned horror as Lana walked out, leaving him alone with Miles.

“She just turned her back on us,” Miles said. “Some team player, huh?”

Jaxon slowly turned to face Miles, shaking his head.

“You both did this,” Jaxon said. “Some team player you both are, huh?”

The scene faded back to the choir room and Jaxon looked at all the stunned faces looking back at him.

“So Lana’s gone?” Honey asked.

“But next week is Regionals,” Ana said. “We need Lana.”

“She’ll be back,” Miles said. “We all come back sooner or later.”

“I don’t think she’s coming back,” Jaxon said. “You didn’t see the look on her face right before she walked out of the auditorium. She looked like she felt desperate and betrayed.”

“Well, great job,” Natasha said, looking at Miles. “Why did you have to make her quit? We need her golden pipes.”

“We have Bella,” Miles said. “Besides, don’t blame me. I didn’t make her quit. That was a choice that she made on her own.”

“You could have tried harder to stop her,” Evan said.

“Guys, lay off Miles and stop trying to point fingers,” Will said. “It’s bad enough that we lost Lana. We need to focus on trying to remain a team. Ana is right; Regionals is next week. In Lana’s absence, we need to figure out who is going to take over Lana’s position as co-captain in her absence.”

“I nominate Bella,” Miles said, raising his hand.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Bella said. “I stepped down to focus on school and Cheerios. I can’t handle the pressure of having to step up to co-captain under such circumstances, much less one week before Regionals. I have to withdraw my name from nominations.”

“Would anyone else like to nominate someone?” Will asked.

Honey raised her hand. “How about I nominate Nicole for co-captain?”

“I don’t know much about being a co-captain,” Nicole said. “And my musical knowledge is pretty limited. Unless it was on Broadway, I could hardly consider myself an expert on it. I was gonna nominate Honey as her lineage as a Berry makes her a perfect candidate.”

“How about we have three co-captains?” Sue said, looking at Will. “Honey and Nicole work great together and can cover each other’s weaknesses.”

“With only one week to prepare for Regionals and working around this setback, we could use an extra co-captain,” Will said. “Alright, Honey and Nicole, you guys are the new female co-captains. You’re gonna have your work cut out for you so I hope you’re up for it.”

“Are you kidding me?” Honey said. “I’m a Berry. Believe me— I’m up for the challenge. My sister is a former New Directions co-captain. It’s in my blood.”

“Now, I have a great lesson for this week,” Will continued. “This has been a really dark time for everyone, but I don’t want you to lose sight of your goal: winning Internationals.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Schue,” Rose said. “It’s kind of hard. We’re really down in the dumps. We’re mere months away from graduation, Claude transferred, Lana quit, and Glee Club is falling apart. It’s gonna be hard to leave our mark at McKinley with this funk hanging over us.”

“I’m glad you said that, Rose,” Will said. “That’s sort of the lesson I had for you guys this week. I was browsing my iTunes folder and I came across some songs by Amy Winehouse.”

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Evan said “Please say we’re gonna sing some Amy Winehouse. She was my hero.”

“Indeed we are,” Will replied. “You see, Amy’s entire career was plagued with darkness. From drug and alcohol abuse to being a tabloid fixture, she was so talented that she rose above it all to win five Grammies. She was recognized, despite all the negativity, for her talent and the mark she left in the entertainment industry. Even in death, her legacy was bigger than her controversy. That’s what I want you guys to feel that you can achieve and it’s gonna start with Regionals.”


Lana stopped for a moment just outside the choir room door, listening to what Will had to say.

“—And it’s gonna start with Regionals,” Will said.

“Amy Winehouse,” Lucas said. “She’s a Goddess.”

“You mean like Shiva?” Kevin asked.

Lana stifled a laugh as she heard the resounding smack of what she could only assume was Miles smacking the back of Kevin’s head. She sighed as she turned around and started to walk away from the choir room, leaving her friends behind.

“Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,” Lana sang. “Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt. You say, ‘what did you do with her today?’ And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray.”

Lana pushed forward, picturing Miles sitting in a chair in front of her as she sang to him.

“’Cause you're my fella, my guy,” Lana sang. “Hand me your Stella and fly. By the time I'm out the door, you tear men down like Roger Moore. I cheated myself like I knew I would. I told you, I was trouble. You know that I'm no good.”

Lana’s imagination shifted her to Ana’s bed, as she lay beside Ana as Ana slept.

“Upstairs in bed with my ex-girl,” Lana sang. “She's in a place but I can't get joy. Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes.”

The scene shifted to Lana standing outside Breadstix, in the pouring rain as Hallie stood across the street. Lana began to run to her.

“Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,” Lana sang. “You say, "When we married", 'cause you're not bitter. There'll be none of her no more. I cried for you on the kitchen floor. I cheated myself like I knew I would. I told you, I was trouble. You know that I'm no good.”

As Lana took Hallie into her arms, they kissed as Hallie’s hands ran all over Lana’s body. Lana pulled her lips away and Hallie began to kiss her neck as the rain drenched them.

“Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain,” Lana sang. “We're like how we were again. I'm in the tub, you on the seat. Lick your lips as a I soak my feet. And then you notice little carpet burns. My stomach drop and my guts churn. You shrug and it's the worst. Who truly stuck the knife in first?”

The scene shifted again and Lana found herself onstage in the auditorium as Miles, Hallie, and Jaxon sat in the front row, watching her sing. They didn’t look too pleased.

“I cheated myself like I knew I would,” Lana sang, “I told you, I was trouble. You know that I'm no good. I cheated myself like I knew I would. I told you, I was trouble. Yeah, you know that I'm no good.”

As Lana finished, the spotlight and all of the lights in the auditorium cut off casting her into darkness. When Lana opened her eyes, she was back in the hallway. She sighed to herself and walked out the door into the courtyard.


Back in the choir room, Jaxon was sitting on a stool in the middle of the room, a guitar in his lap. He smiled as he began to play.

“Her name is Cherry,” Jaxon sang. “We've just met, but already she knows me better than you. She understands me, after eighteen years. And you still don't see me like you ought to do.”

“Is he talking about the same Cherry I’m thinking about?” Bella asked. “As in Hallie’s prom date Cherry?”

“As in danced with Lana Cherry?” James asked.

“Maybe we could talk 'bout things if you was made of wood and strings,” Jaxon sang. “While I love her every sound, I dunno how to turn you down. You're so thick and my patience thin. So I got me a new best friend with a pickup that puts you to shame and Cherry is her name.”

“Wait, is Jaxon straight now?” Kevin asked.

“I really don’t know,” Miles said. “Surely he isn’t serious. Isn’t Cherry that Goth girl?

“And when I'm lonely, Cherry's there and she plays along,” Jaxon sang. “While I sing out my blues, I could be crying  and you don't care. You won't call me back. You're stubborn as mule. Maybe we could talk 'bout things if you was made of wood and strings—”

“Oh hell no!” James said as she stood up and ran out the choir room door. Everyone watched him, curious.

James looked around at the students who were standing at their lockers. As he spotted Cherry, he charged toward her.

“Leave my man alone, you soul sucking, people cursing, potion brewing, blood drinking vampire witch!” James said as Cherry turned around, shocked.

“Who told you I drink blood?” Cherry said. “And I haven’t been messing with your man. I’m a lesbian.”

James stood there, looking as if he felt stupid. He turned around to face Jaxon, who had a horrified look on his face.

“You might think I've gone too far,” Jaxon sang innocently. “I'm talking 'bout my new guitar.”

Jaxon laughed nervously as he held up his new guitar.

“It’s cherry wood,” he said before he and James fell into an awkward silence where they just stared at one another.


Lana sat solemnly on her bed at the Gray’s home as she heard a light knock on the door. She looked up, startled.

“Come in,” Lana said.

“Lana dear,” Abbie said, pushing open the door. “Your brother is here to see you. Should I send him in?”

Lana nodded. “Please.”

Abbie nodded and she smiled. “Okay, dear. I’ll send him right up.”

Lana scooted up on her bed, giving Wyatt plenty of room to sit as she waited for him to walk through the door. The sounds of his footsteps got louder and louder until he was standing in the doorway.

“May I sit down?” Wyatt asked.

“Sure,” Lana said, pulling her knees against her cheek.

Wyatt took a seat at the foot of the bed, facing the girl who had been raised as his sister. Lana didn’t look up; she felt guilty and didn’t even know why she felt that way. Something about the way Wyatt carried himself had the power to make her feel guilty at times. He had a sense of authority about him. Rightly so; he had been more of a father then their father had been.

“It’s not every day that I get a call from Jaxon,” Wyatt said. “Why did you quit Glee Club? I was going to come see you at Regionals and now I have to find out from your best friend and not you that you won’t even be there.”

“You don’t understand,” Lana said.

“Try me,” Wyatt replied.

“It’s Miles,” Lana said. “I can’t be in the same room as him anymore because he makes me feel guilty for a death I didn’t cause.”

“John Wiener’s, right?” Wyatt asked. “I remember when we came to McKinley to perform a song in his honor. You pretended not to know me.”

“I had this whole phase where I felt betrayed and abandoned because you chose to go to Dalton and left me at McKinley, alone.”

Wyatt sighed. “I made you feel that way?”

“It doesn’t matter, Wyatt,” Lana said. “It’s all in the past.”

“No, it does,” Wyatt said. “It means I owe you because I hurt you and I broke my promise.”

“You’ve been there for me when I needed it,” Lana said. “You owe me nothing.”

“Okay,” Wyatt said. “If I consider us even, will you tell me why you’d let what Miles thinks affect you so much that you’d quit the one thing you love?”

“I didn’t quit Hallie,” Lana said. “I love her more than Glee Club.”

“But you quit the ticket to making your dreams come true,” Wyatt said. “All because some little boy thinks he’s a man because he made you feel guilty over something that you not only had nothing to do with, but is in the past.”

“I’m just tired of the drama with him,” Lana said. “I do nothing but cause bad things to happen. I was the reason my other gave me up, I got expelled from Thurston, I ruined Bella and Hallie’s friendship, I destroyed our family, I alienated all my friends, and I caused Miles to turn into a giant d-bag.”

“You know damn well none of that is true,” Wyatt said. “Everything you’re saying, it’s because of him. You had no control over any of that.”

“No, I did,” Lana said. “It was all poor choices on my behalf, Wyatt.”

“So what?” Wyatt said. “You’ve screwed up once or twice. We all do, Lana. But don’t let him ruin your dreams and your future. Who gives a crap what one guy thinks?”

“I do,” Lana said. “Because he used to be one of my best friends and now we can’t even be in the same room without tearing at each other’s throats.”

“When you realize that you’re worth way more than you let people devalue you to, let me know,” Wyatt said. “I’ll be in the audience to watch your triumphant return.”

Wyatt pulled Lana toward him as he kissed the top of her head.

“I love you,” Lana said.

“Why did you say that?” Wyatt said “You never say you love me.”

“Because I wanted you to know,” Lana said.

“I know,” Wyatt replied. “It’s just one of those things about each other that we know without having to be told. But for all it’s worth, I love you too.”

“I know,” Lana said.

“One of these days, you’ll be back to the no-nonsense, take-no-prisoners, badass that I know and love,” Wyatt said. “And I’m proud to call her my sister.”

Lana smiled as Wyatt walked out of her room and his footsteps faded into silence.


Aldy stood in the middle of the choir room, his back turned to the rest of New Directions. As the music started up, he turned around and began to sing.

“They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no,” Aldy sang as a slight smiled crossed his face. “Yes, I've been black but when I come back, you'll know, know, know. I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine. He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go, go, go. I'd rather be at home with Ray. I ain't got seventy days. ‘Cause there's nothing, there's nothing you can teach me that I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway.”

Kevin walked into the choir room, dressed as an oversized can of Duff beer. Will laughed at the sight as Kevin joined Aldy.

“I didn't get a lot in class, but I know it don't come in a shot glass,” Aldy said as he pushed Kevin away. “They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no. Yes, I've been black but when I come back, you'll know, know, know. I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine. He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go, go, go.”

Kevin spun around and fell to the ground in an over dramatic fashion. Aldy did a few fake pro-wresting elbow drops to Kevin, who pretended to take each hit as the rest of New Directions laughed.

“The man said ‘why do you think you here?’ I said ‘I got no idea. I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby so I always keep a bottle near.’ He said ‘I just think you're depressed. Kiss me, yeah baby, and go rest.’ They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no. Yes I've been black but when I come back, you'll know, know, know.”

Kevin stood up and pretended to limp toward Aldy, who picked up a spare folded chair. He took aim and pretended to hit Kevin in the head. Kevin pretended to be knocked unconscious as Aldy continued to sing.

“I don't ever wanna drink again. I just, ooh, I just need a friend. I'm not gonna spend ten weeks, have everyone think I'm on the mend. It's not just my pride. It's just till these tears have dried. They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no. Yes, I've been black but when I come back, you'll know, know, know. I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine. He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go, go, go.”

Aldy put his foot on top of Kevin and stuck a triumphant pose as New Directions stood up and applauded.

“That was genius,” Will said. “It was very, very entertaining, guys. Aldy, I love that you were able to have a sense of humor about your rehab experience.”

“If you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?” Aldy asked. “I hope you liked my quite literal interpretation of how I beat my alcohol addiction.”

“It was very funny,” Will said. “Kevin is hilarious.”

“No, I’m straight,” Kevin said.

Will rolled his eyes. “No, I mean it was really refreshing to see your comedic side.”

“Are my pants unzipped or something?” Kevin asked, looking down at his crotch.

Will shook his head. “Never mind, Kevin, just have a seat. Now, I believe that Evan wanted to take his turn?”

“Yes, in fact I did,” Evan said as he stood up and joined Mr. Schue. “This is a favorite song of mine that I also dedicate to my long distance boyfriend, Claude.”

“He’s a jerk,” Miles said as he faked a cough.

“Well, I don’t remember asking you,” Evan said as he turned to the band. “Can you play ‘In My Bed’ please?”

Aldy and Kevin walked back to their seats as Evan started to perform his song, taking a seat on a stool.

“Wish I could say it breaks my heart like you did in the beginning,” Evan sang. “It’s not that we grew apart, a nightingale no longer singing. It’s something I know you can’t do: separate sex with emotion. I sleep alone, the sun comes up, your still clinging to that notion. Everything is slowing down, river of no return. Recognize my every sound, there is nothing new to learn.”

“I’m sorry about the Cherry issue,” James whispered to Jaxon. “It’s not like me to get so jealous. It just really struck a nerve that it was a girl. I guess I panicked and I thought about you and pregnancy and then I was like, ‘he’s gonna end up trapped and I’ll lose him forever.’ Sorry, truly I am.”

“Just from one song you were about to go ape poop crazy on a girl because you were scared she’d get pregnant?” Jaxon asked with a laugh. “Moving me kind of fast, aren’t you?”

“You'll never get my mind right like two ships passing in the night, in the night, in the night,” Evan sang. “Want the same thing where we lay, otherwise mines a different way, a different way from where I’m going. Oh, it’s you again; listen, this isn’t a reunion so sorry if I turn my head. Yours is a familiar face but that don’t make your place safe in my bed, my bed, my bed. I never thought my memory of what we had could be intruded but I couldn’t let it be. I needed it as much as you did. Now it’s not hard to understand why we just speak at night. The only time I hold your hand is to get the angle right. Everything is slowing down, river of no return. You recognize my every sound. There’s nothing new to learn.”

“Did you really say that she sacrificed chickens?” Jaxon whispered.

“No,” James said. “Is that’s what’s going around the school?”

Jaxon nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

“I said she drank blood,” James said. “I have no idea how the chickens got there.”

“Maybe they crossed the road,” Kevin said as he leaned in between Jaxon and James. Jaxon shot Kevin a glare.

“You'll never get my mind right like two ships passing in the night, in the night, in the night,” Evan sang. “Want the same thing where we lay, otherwise mines a different way , a different way from where I’m going. Oh, it’s you again; listen, this isn’t a reunion  so sorry if I turn my head. Yours is a familiar face but that don’t make your place safe  in my bed, my bed, my ba ba dee dee bed.”

Evan stood up and took his bow as New Directions applauded.


The next day, Ana and Natasha held hands in the choir room, looking unusually in love as they were all over one another. Miles couldn’t take his eyes off them. He’d never admit it, but secretly he was attracted to Ana and watching her sit there, all over another girl was sexy.

“Maybe you should take a picture,” Natasha said. Miles looked away.

“Yeah, what I thought,” Natasha added.

“He’s a boy,” Ana said. “He can’t help that the idea of two girls turns him on. Maybe we should really give him something to get his tongue wagging?”

“Honey, I give him more than enough to keep his tongue wagging,” Taylor said. “And I don’t have to take the bus to Lesbianville to do so.”

Ana smiled warmly as she looked over at Natasha and raised her hand. “Sit back and enjoy the show.”

“Yes?” Will and Sue said in unison.

“I have an Amy Winehouse song I would like to perform,” Ana said. “Don’t worry, I’ve censored it.”

“Then, by all means,” Will said. “The floor is yours, Ana.”

Ana winked at Natasha as she got up and walked over to the band. She put her hand on the guitarist’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He turned around and said something to his band mates as Ana walked to the center of the choir room.

“When you walk in the bar and you dressed like a star,” Ana sang as she winked at Natasha. “Rocking your love me pumps. And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew, can't tell who he's looking to. Cuz you all look the same. Everyone knows your name and that's your whole claim to fame. Never miss a night cuz your dream in life is to be a footballer's wife.”

Ana slowly bent down, running her hand along her Mary Jane pumps. She traced the inside of her leg up to the hem of her black mini skirt as Miles watched, enamored.

“You don't like players, that's what you say,” Ana sang as she began to sway her hips back and forth. “But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. You don't like ballers; they don't do nothing for you. But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller. You're more than a fan, looking for a man. But you end up with one-nights-stands. He could be your whole life if you got past one night but that part never goes right.”

Ana walked forward and put her foot up on the empty seat next to Miles.

“In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next and you didn't even get no taste. Don't be too upset if they call you a skank. Cuz like the news every day, you get pressed. You don't like players, that's what you say. But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. Or them big ballers; don't do nothing for you. But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller. You can't sit down right cuz your jeans are too tight and you're lucky it's ladies night.”

Ana pulled her foot off the chair and walked over to Taylor.

“With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,” she sang as she mocked Taylor, acting out the words of the song. “At least your breasts cost more than hers. So you did Miami cuz you got there for free. But somehow you missed the plane. You did too much E, met somebody, and spent the night getting caned. Without girls like you, there'd be no fun. We'd go to the club and not see anyone. Without girls like you, there's no nightlife. All those men just go home to their wives. Don't be mad at me cuz you're pushing thirty and your old tricks no longer work. You should have known from the jump that you always get dumped, so dust off your love me pumps.”

Taylor crossed her arms and glared at Ana. “You, you think you’re so…so…hot, but you’re not. You’re…you’re not hot, that’s what you are!”

“What’s the matter, Tay-tay?” Ana asked. “Jealous? Don’t be, hun. I don’t want your man. I am a very proud lesbian. I can’t help if my sex appeal makes even the boys swoon.”

Taylor scowled. “Whatever.”

Will looked shocked. “That was interesting to say the least. Who wants to go next?”

Natasha raised her hand. “I would, Mr. Schue. I saw the video of your Sectionals performance to Valerie and I’ve prepared a number to go with the song that pays tribute to it, but I need to use the auditorium.”

“Alright then,” Will said. “Let’s go.”


Lana sat on the sofa, eating some peppermint bark ice cream as Janice walked into the living room. She glanced at the TV to see that Lana was watching Family Guy.

“Well, it’s not a zombie movie and that’s not rocky road, so I can assume that this isn’t another depression,” Janice said.

“Nope, this is boredom,” Lana replied. “Since I quit Glee Club I struggle to find something to do with the extra time. The hour that Glee Club takes up, then the hour I spend with Jaxon while he has football practice. He has the state championship next week, so that’s about over. I figured might as well go ahead and quit that, too. And since I’m not with my friends for those two hours, I don’t find myself going out with them when it’s over. Now I have three to four free hours every afternoon.”

“You could take up a new hobby,” Janice said.

“Like stamp collecting or bird watching?” Lana asked sarcastically.

“No, something more fun,” Janice said. “Like maybe cooking, perhaps? You could create your own little recipes and dishes. I know how much you love Chopped and Iron Chef. You even added Food Network to the favorite channels.”

“I would love to cook, but I know it’s not gonna fill all that free time,” Lana said. “It’s not as involved as Glee Club.”

“Then maybe you should go back to Glee Club,” Janice said. “I know that music is your passion.”

“I can’t go back,” Lana said. “Not right now anyway. I need time—time to, if not to heal the wounds from the Miles issue, then at least to find myself first.”

“Take all the time you need,” Janice said. “But don’t let your dream slip away, okay? Now, I’m gonna cook supper and tonight, we’ll have anything you want.”

“I can help,” Lana said. “I think it’s the least I can do.”

Janice smiled. “Thank you, dear. So, what are we gonna have tonight?”

“I’m thinking chicken cacciatore,” Lana said with a smile.

“That would be great, Lana,” Janice said. “I’ll get us started”


Natasha stood on stage, her head bowed and her microphone held tightly in her hand as Ana and Jaxon stood in front of her. New Directions sat in the first two rows of the seats, watching the performance. As the music began, Jaxon and Ana parted and Natasha raised her head up.

“Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water,” Natasha sang as she pretended to shield her eyes as she looked around. “And I think of all the things, what you're doing, and in my head I paint a picture.”

Jaxon and Ana took each other’s hands and began to dance with one another as Natasha sang.

“Since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess. And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress. Won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me. Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie, Valerie, Valerie. Did you have to go to jail, put your house on up for sale, did you get a good lawyer?”

Jaxon grabbed Ana and tossed her into the air, catching her and holding her in midair as he spun around.

“I hope you didn't catch a tan, I hope you'll find the right man who'll fix it for you. Are you shopping anywhere, changed the color of your hair, are you busy? And did you have to pay that fine that you were dodging all the time, are you still busy? Since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess. And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress. Won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me. Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie, Valerie, Valerie.”

Jaxon leaned Ana back gently and dipped her. As he raised Ana up, they began to dance the jive, circling around Natasha.

“Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water. And I think of all the things, what you're doing, and in my head I paint a picture. Since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess. And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress. Won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me. Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie. Why don't you come over Valerie?”

As Natasha finished the song, she took a bow as Jaxon pulled Ana close to him and they struck a pose together.

“Woo!” James exclaimed, standing up and clapping.

Natasha walked over and grabbed Ana, pulling her to her and kissing her.

“Damn,” Miles said under his breath.


Archie sat in the front row of Carmel’s auditorium, watching as Riley and Monique took their places at the microphone stands near the front of the stage. The music began to play as Riley gripped the microphone.

“He left no time to regret, kept his lips wet with his same old safe bet,” Monique sang. “Me and my head high and my tears dry, met on without my guy.”

“You went back to what you knew,” Riley sang. “So far removed from all that we went through and I tread a troubled track. My odds are stacked. I'll go back to black.”

“We only said goodbye with words,” Vocal Adrenaline sang. “I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to—”

“I go back to us,” Monique sang.

“I love you much,” Riley sang. “It's not enough. You love blow and I love puff and life is like a pipe. And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.”

“We only said goodbye with words,” Vocal Adrenaline sang. “I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to—we only said goodbye with words. I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to—”

“Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,” Riley sang. “I go back to, I go back to—”

“We only said good-bye with words,” Vocal Adrenaline sang. “I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to—we only said good-bye with words. I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to black.”

Riley walked away from the microphone, grabbing Monique by the arm and pulling her aside.

“What was that?” Riley asked. “Would it kill you not to hold back, add in a little energy? Your solo bored me to tears. We’re heading into Regionals, you can’t hold back if you wanna win. I need you to give me a hundred and ten percent, Monique!”

“I did,” Monique said. “It’s not my fault that is nothing is good enough for you, Riley. And if you wanna be technical, you were flat at the beginning of the part between the last two choruses.”

“I don’t even know whose team you’re on anymore,” Riley said. “When it’s time to bring it at Regionals, you will regret it if you let me down. I will destroy you.”

Monique stood with her arms crossed as Riley stormed off the stage.


After a few more days of intense practice, Will finally felt that New Directions was ready. As Will stood in the auditorium, ready to watch New Directions’ last performance before heading into Regionals, he smiled to himself, proud.

The curtain rose, revealing New Directions as they stood onstage, dressed in all yellow. Honey smiled as she took James’ hand and they stepped forward.

“All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we knew and this regret I've got accustomed to,” Honey sang.

“Once it was so right, when we were at our high,” James sang. “Waiting for you in the hotel at night.”

“I knew I hadn't met my match,” Bella sang as she and Lucas stepped forward. “But every moment we could snatch, I don't know why I got so attached.”

“It's my responsibility and you don't owe nothing to me, but to walk away I have no capacity,” Lucas sang.

“He walks away, the sun goes down,” New Directions sang. “He takes the day but I'm grown. And in your way, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own.”

“I don't understand,” Rose sang as she and Miles stepped forward. “Why do I stress a man when there's so many bigger things at hand?”

“We could a never had it all,” Miles sang. “We had to hit a wall, so this is inevitable withdrawal.”

Hallie took Evan’s hand and stepped forward, holding on tightly.

“Even if I stop wanting you, a perspective pushes true,” Hallie sang. “I'll be some next woman's other woman soon.”

“I shouldn't play myself again,” Evan sang. “I should just be my own best friend, not bump myself in the head with stupid men.”

“He walks away, the sun goes down,” New Directions sang. “He takes the day but I'm grown. And in your way, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own.”

So we are history, your shadow covers me, the sky above ablaze,” Nicole and Adam sang.

“I wish I could say no regrets and no emotional debts,” Taylor sang as she and Aldy stepped forward. “’Cause as we kiss goodbye, the sun sets.”

“So we are history, the shadow covers me, the sky above ablaze that lonely lovers see,” Aldy sang.

“He walks away, the sun goes down,” New Directions sang. “He takes the day but I'm grown. And in your way, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own.”

The scene faded to outside the courtyard as Jaxon walked toward his truck, which James was already getting into.

“He walks away, the sun goes down,” Jaxon sang. “He takes the day but I'm grown. And in your way, in this deep shade, my tears dry.”

As Jaxon sang the last note, he pulled himself up into his truck. He stopped and looked back at Lana, who stood in the courtyard, watching him. They shared a glance before Lana waved. As Jaxon waved back at her, Lana ducked her head, turned around, and walked back toward the school.


As Lana stood at her locker, she looked up at a picture that she had taken with Miles, Jaxon, Hallie, and James. In her anger, she had scribbled a giant X over Miles’ face. She reached up and pulled the picture lose from the magnet and held it, looking at it.

“I can't wait to get away from you,” Lana sang. “Unsurprisingly, you hate me too. We only communicate when we need to fight, but we are best friends, right?”

The scene faded to the Will’s apartment where Miles sat, looking down at a picture of himself and Lana on his phone. He clicked a button and a pop up asking if he was sure he wanted to delete it appeared. He hesitated.

“You're too good at pretending you don't care,” Miles sang. “There's enough resentment in the air. You don't want me in the flat when you're home at night, but we are best friends, right? You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette. You know what all my faces mean and it's easy to strike it up, forget everything that happened in between.”

“Nicki's right when he says I can't win,” Lana sang as the scene faded back to her at her locker. “So I don't wanna tell you anything. I can't even think about how you feel inside but we are best friends, right?”

The screen went into split screen, Miles looking at his phone appearing beside Lana at her locker.

“I don't like the way you say my name,” Miles sang.

“You're always looking for someone to blame,” Lana sang. “You want me to suffer just cause you were born white.”

“But we are best friends, right?” Miles sang.

“You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette,” they both sang. “You know what all my faces mean. It's easy to strike it up and forget everything that happened in between.”

“I had love for you when I was 4,” Lana sang. “And there's no one I want to hang with more.”

“Someday I'll buy the world and you get it all,” Miles sang. “Because we are best friends, right, right, right?”

“Because we are best friends, right?” Lana sang.

“Because we are best friends, right?” They both sang.

As Lana put the picture back up in her locker, Miles moved his finger to the CANCEL selection on his iPhone’s screen and pressed it. He looked down at the picture, and smiled a slight smile.

“Alright,” Will said, walking into the living room with a bunch of bags and boxes of fabric. “Regionals, here we come!”



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