So here's what you missed on Glee.
Will made the Glee Club decide whether they were Katys
or Gagas as if those were the only two options,
which Sue thought was stupid so now she's got it out for them
but this time she's principal and Becky's her Beckretary.
Oh snap! Jake wanted to go all the way with Marley,
but Marley only let him touch her boob,
so Jake cheated on her with demon hellspawn Bree
'cause that's the kind of guy he is and Marley doesn't know.
- Do you want to go somewhere? - Is your girlfriend going to be there?
Rachel got the lead in Funny Girl on Broadway, but
the director's sort of weird and has crazy eyes and wasn't
even sure she was right for the part to begin with.
That's all we needed to see.
And that's what you missed on Glee.
Blaine, what are you doing?
Tina! Tina, get out!
Get out! Get out of here!
Get out! Get out! Get out of here!
Blaine this is nothing to be embarrassed about.
Yes, it is.
That's a twerk fail gawker nightmare.
No. This is a revelation.
If this is turning into what I think it's turning into,
I just want to say
that it's physically impossible for me to twerk.
I beg to differ.
Guys, look how you're all riveted by that video.
That's the kind of reaction we need from the judges if we're
gonna one-up Throat Explosion at nationals.
We need to edge up our America's sweetheart image a bit.
Show the judges that we're not afraid to rebel.
Mr. Shue, what if some of us don't know how to twerk?
Have no fear, your twerk-torial is here.
Hey, and if you can all dance like Blaine did in that video,
we are gonna need a bigger trophy case.
Yeah, twerk, twerk!
Twerk, twerk! Watch this, Marley.
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Okay, listen up. Twerking did start in Atlanta
in the club scene, but it is global now.
And whether you call it the booty pop or P-pop
or the Sissy Bounce, all that you need to do it is...
a working booty and the right attitude and education.
So we'll start with the basics. Kitty?
All right, you basic bitches, feet should-width apart.
Bend your knees, turn them out, hands on hips,
thumbs on the butt.
And pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it.
Not that. This is so weird!
Unique, come on! You are a natural.
I been twerking in my bedroom since I was six to Miss Beyoncé.
Hey, Sam.
Yeah, that was a White Chocolate signature move.
Tina and Ryder, you'll be twerking in the back.
Stay very, very loose.
I need a transformation.
To shed some old skin.
I want to look completely different.
Hi.
Okay. Today it's "You are Woman, I am Man."
I have some ideas, but I want to see what you do with it first.
All I know is I want the sexual organs
of every man, woman, and well,
just the men and women,
to be stimulated by the end of this number.
I think we can handle that.
This is a joke, right?
I did some research, and I wanted to get into character,
and this cut and length was totally in style
in post-World War I Manhattan.
Do you have any idea how Broadway works?
Read your contract.
I pick every swatch, every gel, every shade of lipstick.
Anything the audience will see, hear or smell
in my theater is selected after weeks
of careful consideration by me, the director.
Look, I'm not a prop, all right?
You hired me to express myself, to be Fanny, my fanny.
And I need some freedom to be able to find her myself.
And someone told you she hangs out
in Sally Hershberger Downtown?
Look, I've sort of been going through hell
the past month or so.
And I just needed to snap out of it.
So maybe we could just do the number
and see how it goes from there.
Fine, Rachel. Please, just make me forget.
♪ You are woman ♪
♪ I am man ♪
♪ You are smaller ♪
♪ So I can be taller than ♪
♪ You are softer to the touch ♪
♪ It's a feeling I like feeling very much ♪
♪ You are someone ♪
♪ I've admired ♪
♪ Still, our friendship ♪
♪ Leaves something to be desired ♪
♪ Does it take more explanation than this? ♪
♪ You are woman, I am man ♪
♪ Let's kiss ♪
♪ Isn't this the height of nonchalance ♪
♪ Furnishing a bed in restaurants? ♪
♪ Well, a bit of dinner never hurt ♪
♪ But guess who is gonna be dessert ♪
♪ Do good girls do just what mama says ♪
♪ When mama's not around? ♪
♪ It's a feeling, oy vay, what a feeling ♪
♪ A bit of pâté ♪
♪ Uh! I drink it all day ♪
♪ Should I do the things he'll tell me to ♪
♪ In this pickle, what would Sadie do? ♪
♪ In my soul, I feel an inner lack ♪
♪ Just suppose he wants his dinner back ♪
♪ Now I feel that there's a fire here ♪
♪ Oh, try that once, a little higher, dear ♪
♪ What a beast to ruin such a pearl ♪
♪ Would a convent take a Jewish girl? ♪
♪ You are woman ♪
♪ You are man ♪
♪ Let's... ♪
Stop!
The haircut.
God bless the haircut!
It's like some kind of reverse Samson.
I have some notes, but you really were our Fanny up there.
Okay. Well, you know, Fanny was a rebel.
So I just felt a little rebellious behavior would do the trick.
You were right.
But I think we've all rebelled enough for one production.
No more, understood?
Yes, sir.
From the top!
And the right to vote was in 18...
Mr. Shue? Yes?
May I be excused? Too much Diet Coke.
Yeah.
There you go.
Excuse me.
What the hell are you doing in here?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I thought this was the little boys' room.
Stop right there, voice of Elmo.
Do you honestly expect me
to believe you stumbled in here by accident?
Please don't tell anyone.
I'm afraid to use the boys' bathroom.
I can't. I just don't feel comfortable in there.
I make sure to only come in here during class
so no one finds out or gets upset.
Oh. Don't worry.
Your secret's safe with me.
And that's how it all started...
the Great McKinley Bathroom Gender Riot of 2013.
Bree figured out that the boys' room was a great place
to make out in and not get caught.
You've been avoiding me.
Whoa.
Stoner Brett started using the girls' bathroom
because it was cleaner and it smelled better,
and he heard a rumor that the toilet seats were heated.
And then the girls started using the boys' room
when they realized that boys never had to wait in a line.
It was chaos.
Whoops.
I just had
the most incredible experience of my life.
Oh, my God. Did you cut your hair?
I was feeling stuck.
Oh.
You know, Rupert's amazing,
but he has such specific views on everything.
And it's not like I don't trust his vision,
but I felt like I needed to just rebel a little bit
in order to have more room to play.
So he doesn't know that you were wearing a wig?
Not at first, but then I told him after rehearsal.
And he really loved it, and I might get
- to wear it in the show. - What if he got mad about you lying to him?
Or-or what if he saw that you cut your hair and sent you packing?
Okay, you know what, Kurt? You've become boring.
You go to class, and then you come home and you watch your stories
and eat on this food and you Skype with Blaine,
and it's not even sexy Skyping.
I know this because you just go to sleep.
Same thing every day.
- I change up my afternoon smoothie occasionally. - You know,
it felt so good taking a risk with this wig.
It's, like, I just... I felt so alive.
And I know I could have messed everything up, but I didn't even care.
It's, like, I just wanted to risk it all.
- What's gotten into you? - I don't know. But do you remember
in high school, everything felt so urgent?
Like if we didn't just go for it we'd lose our chance forever?
Yes, it was very stressful.
I want to feel that way again.
Does this have something to do with Finn?
You know, if part of my grieving process
is just diving headfirst into life, then... maybe.
All right, Rachel Berry...
you got me.
Let's go out and do something crazy.
Like what? Let's go use flash photography at the Met.
Small potatoes. How about we break out
the bottle of limoncello you've been saving up.
What for?
Anesthesia.
Both orangutans have been charged with solicitation
and impersonating a police officer.
Prosecutors say both Tickles and Bam-Bam
will be tried as adults.
And now let's stroll on down to Sue's Corner,
with cheerleading icon, Principal Sue Sylvester.
Thank you, Rod. Andrea.
America,
tonight I address a nation at war.
Now, I'm not referring to Syrian dictator Bashar al-Assad,
who gassed his own people when they began to make fun
of his extremely hilarious lisp.
No, this nation faces a far more insidious foe:
Miley Cyrus...
and the genital-flapping dance known as "twerking"
that makes men and women alike look like overgrown,
constipated toddlers.
This vulgar,
sexually explicit excuse for a dance craze
has brought American culture to a new low.
And that's why tonight, Western Ohio,
I solemnly pledge to end the pandemic of twerking
once and for all.
Not only will I outlaw twerking at McKinley High,
but I have submitted a bill to the Ohio State Legislature
banning twerking in Ohio public schools.
And Hannah Montana
can go back to naked-straddling the three-ton wrecking ball
she was clearly upsold at Home Depot,
as the tiny cinderblock room she's elected to demolish
is only about 12 square feet
and already has a wall missing.
And that's how Sue
sees it.
Ron.
Oo-hoo, Sue!
You're outta sight.
We'll be right back.
She will not get away with this...
- Guys, guys! What's going on? - Did you not see.
Principal Sylvester's latest "Sue's Corner"?
She's trying to take away our God-given right
to twerk, Mr. Shue, it's bullcrap!
I think what we're all feeling, Mr. Shue,
is that we were really onto something
with this whole twerking at nationals thing...
I completely agree with you.
Principal Sylvester is drawing a line in the sand.
She's deciding what's acceptable and what's not,
and that's just not gonna stand.
The fact is, twerking is about
blurring the lines, between the past and the present,
between men and women,
between tradition and envelope-pushing!
It's all in that Alan Thicke song that I love.
- "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thicke? - Exactly.
That's not what that song's about.
Sue Sylvester wants to draw a line in the sand?
Well, we're gonna blur it.
And blow this debate wide open!
Yeah!
Everybody get up!
♪ Hey ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Everybody say hey ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ If you can't hear ♪
♪ What I'm trying to say ♪
Girl, come here. ♪ If you can't read ♪
♪ From the same page ♪
♪ Maybe I'm going deaf ♪
♪ Maybe I'm going blind ♪
♪ Maybe I'm out of my mind ♪
♪ Okay, now he was close ♪
♪ Tried to domesticate you ♪
♪ But you're an animal ♪
♪ Baby, it's in your nature ♪
♪ Just let me liberate you ♪ ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ You don't need no papers ♪ ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ That man is not your maker ♪ ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ And that's why I'm goin' take a good girl ♪
♪ I know you want it ♪
♪ Hey... ♪ ♪ I know you want it ♪
♪ You're a good girl ♪
♪ Can't let it get past me ♪
♪ Hey... ♪ ♪ You're far from plastic ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh... ♪ ♪ Talk about gettin' blasted ♪
♪ I hate these blurred lines ♪
♪ I know you want it ♪
♪ I hate these lines ♪ ♪ I know you want it ♪
♪ But you're a good girl ♪
♪ The way you grab me ♪
♪ Must want to get nasty ♪
♪ Go ahead, get at me ♪
♪ Baby, can you breathe? ♪
♪ I got this from Jamaica ♪
♪ It always works for me ♪
♪ Dakota to Decatur ♪
♪ No more pretending ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ 'Cause now you winning ♪ ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Here's our beginning ♪ ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ I always wanted a... good girl, yeah ♪
♪ I know you want it ♪
♪ You're a good girl ♪
♪ Can't let it get past me ♪
♪ You're far from plastic ♪
♪ Talk about gettin' blasted ♪
♪ I hate these blurred lines ♪
♪ I know you want it ♪
♪ So good, girl ♪
♪ The way you grab me ♪
♪ Must want to get nasty ♪
♪ Hey-ey... ♪ ♪ Go ahead, get at me ♪
♪ These blurred lines. ♪
You do realize that "Blurred Lines"
is a song about date rape, don't you?
What?
- No, it's not. - Will...
you need to "back your ass up" to the fact that you,
a married 37-year-old,
just performed a song about coercive sexual advances
as nine minors twerked alongside you
down the hallways of a public high school.
It's called the First Amendment, Sue.
This is about freedom of expression.
Well, then feel free to express that out loud
as you pace the floors of your dingy, lonely apartment,
because you, Will Schuester, are fired.
I am not leaving.
And I will
be appealing this to the school board.
Oh, my God.
Are we actually gonna do this?
I've always wanted one.
You think Blaine's gonna be mad?
Well, isn't he, like, obsessed with Adam Levine?
You're... you're right.
You're right about everything.
- I just need to wake up and come out of myself. - Yes!
You know? I mean, I'm an artist!
I should start acting like one!
Would Andy Warhol be standing here worrying?
No, he wouldn't!
To rebellion.
In all of its forms.
Okay.
Oh, chug, chug, chug. Ooh!
Oh, my God, there is a little...
Oh, God, tastes like lemons and gasoline.
- The worst. - It's the worst.
- So, what are we gonna get? - I don't know.
Let's surprise each other.
Okay. Look at the kitty cat.
So who's first?
Good morning, sunshine.
Two shots of limoncello,
- and I feel like I got hit by a bus. - Ugh.
I'm the worst rebel in the world.
Well, I made pancakes.
Ooh!
Ooh, oh, I forgot
that was there for a moment.
I didn't want a tramp stamp,
and I thought if I got it on my arm,
then I wouldn't be able to go sleeveless again. Well, let me see!
Okay. So when we decided that we were doing it,
I knew exactly what I wanted.
I even printed it out in the font that I like,
so the tattoo guy knew exactly what to do.
Okay.
It's both personal
and political, just like me.
Ta-da!
Oh, Kurt!
"It Gets Better"!
- That's so sw... - What?
Is it infected?
No, it's just, it says "It's Get Better,"
not "It Gets Better."
They misspelled it.
Oh, my God.
I have absolute nonsense written on me permanently.
Okay, y-y-y-you have to get it removed.
Of course I do. What if I run into Dan Savage
in the steam room at the gym? I mean, I'll be humiliated.
Don't worry, they do a really good job
at removing tattoos these days.
Yeah, for tens of thousands of dollars, which I don't have.
Okay, then, we're going to go back to the tattoo parlor
and we're gonna have them fix it. Just show me yours,
'cause maybe he spelled Streisand wrong,
and, a-and we can be maimed together.
You know what? I, I, I didn't go through with it.
Are you kidding me?
I was thinking about all of my favorite idols...
Barbra, Patti, and Carole King...
and none of them have tattoos.
I cannot believe you backed out without telling me.
I went. I was going to go through with it,
but you were halfway through yours, and I just...
Look, I-I'm really sorry, okay?
I-I-I'll go back with you, we can get your money back.
No, what I want back I can't get... my innocence, my pride,
and my unblemished alabaster skin.
Kurt.
Well, well, if it isn't
the "Q" in the LGBTQ- XYZ-who-gives-a-crap.
You want me to warm that seat up for you, sweetheart?
Listen, we get it.
It must just be hell hiking up that lovely dress
at a urinal. Just let me do my business, and I'll go, please.
Oh, sorry, we're just curious how exactly you do that.
Don't be scared.
We're all guys here.
Let's get out of here, man.
You believe that?
♪ If I were a boy ♪
♪ Even just for a day ♪
♪ I'd roll out of bed ♪
♪ In the morning ♪
♪ Throw on what I wanted, and go ♪
♪ Drink beer with the guys ♪
♪ And chase after girls ♪
♪ I'd kick it with who I wanted ♪
♪ And I'd never get confronted for it ♪
♪ 'Cause they stick up for me ♪
♪ If I were a boy ♪
♪ I think I could understand ♪
♪ How it feels to love a girl ♪
♪ I swear I'd be a better man ♪
♪ I'd listen to her ♪
♪ 'Cause I know how it hurts ♪
♪ 'Cause he's taken you for granted ♪
♪ And everything you had ♪
♪ Got destroyed ♪
♪ It's a little too late ♪
♪ For you to come back ♪
♪ Say it's just a mistake ♪
♪ Think I'd forgive you like that ♪
♪ If you thought I would wait for you ♪
♪ You thought ♪
♪ Wrong... ♪
♪ But you're just a boy ♪
♪ You don't understand ♪
♪ How it feels to love a girl ♪
♪ Some day you'll wish you were ♪
♪ A better man ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ You don't listen to her ♪
♪ And you don't care how it hurts ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Until you lose the one you wanted ♪
♪ 'Cause you've taken her for granted ♪
♪ And everything you had ♪
♪ Got destroyed... ♪
♪ But you're just a boy. ♪
We need some names.
Yeah, you know, some people at this school need
to get their ass kicked to learn
not to mess with you anymore.
Come on, guys, you know that's not a solution.
No, enough is enough.
Mr. Shue's right.
I love you guys.
And your support means everything.
But it won't fix anything.
In fact, it'll probably make everything worse.
Motion approved to dig up the school parking lot
and move the Indian bones.
Now, the McKinley School Board calls to the podium.
"Teacher of the Year..."
What is this, a typo?
William Schuester?
Thank you, Superintendant.
And a very good evening to everyone.
We really appreciate you moving this meeting
of the school board to the auditorium
where you could hear and see our case.
Now, as you all know, Sue Sylvester has recently banned
a dance known as twerking from McKinley.
You call it twerking?
I call it dance porn. Well,
that is exactly what people once said
about an outrageous new dance called...
the waltz.
It was considered indecent
because a man and woman were actually
clutching each other as they whirled around the ballroom.
In the 1920s, rebellious jazz babies
shocked society by kicking up their heels
to Charleston.
In the '50s,
everyone was scandalized
by Elvis' pelvis.
And then came a flood
of dirty dancing.
The twist.
The pony.
And heaven forbid,
the mashed potato.
All considered scandalous
and sinful then.
Now, with time and distance,
thought of as quaint
and innocent even.
In the '80s came the most forbidden
dance of them all... the Lambada.
Spawning national outrage
and two not-so-great movies.
And now...
it's twerking.
I guarantee you that in 20 years,
twerking will be considered a silly nostalgic dance.
So I ask you.
Do you want to be on the right side of musical history?
Oh, hey, Sue. You wanted to see me?
William, you can wipe that smug look off your face.
And while you're at it, wipe your chin
- because there's a butt on it. - Oh.
Well, I asked you in here as an act of contrition.
Wade "Unique" Adams made an impassioned plea
for a unisex bathroom at this school.
The arc of the moral universe is long,
but it bends towards justice.
Do you know who said that?
Captain America.
Dr. Martin Luther King.
Hmm.
And I was so moved
I decided to provide him with it.
So, from this day forward, let it be known
that Unique will be able to dump dirt
in the privacy of his very own crapper.
Wow, that's...
great.
Where is it?
We have to move it.
We tried. It's bolted to the floor.
I am so sorry, guys.
This is like living a nightmare.
Tina? How could you?
What? It's convenient.
Jesus, get your priorities straight.
Uh, o-okay, guys.
L-let's practice our-our twerking.
Are you dyslexic?
Or illiterate? Or a charlatan?
You completely messed up my tattoo.
I am scarred!
Let me see.
That is exactly what you told me to write.
No, I wanted a message of hope.
Something to represent my strides
I've made as an individual
and the political sea change.
You should've put "It gets better" on there.
I did!
No, you didn't.
This is what you gave me to write.
I ask questions because I don't want to hear
everybody's bullcrap story
about what their tattoo means.
I must've screwed it up when I was typing it.
Yeah.
Let me ask you something.
What are you even doing here?
You don't seem like the tattoo type.
I wanted to rebel. And shake off my doldrums.
My path has been different
and exciting considering my background
but considering who I think I am,
and how I see myself,
It's like I've taken the street car named predictability.
I guess this is the price I pay
when I try to surprise myself.
Nah.
I think your motives were true.
It's just that, you know,
when you go off road, man...
weird stuff is gonna happen.
Check this out.
That demon looks like John Davidson.
I got that in Hong Kong.
I was trashed, right?
And I asked this guy for a Harley Davidson tattoo.
And I guess something got lost in translation
'cause when I woke up
I had the host of That's Incredible!
On my freakin' chest.
Eh. Turned him into a demon.
Lame ass goes to badass, two hours tops.
My body's covered with mistake ink.
You can fix damn near anything.
How can you fix this?
Why don't you give me another shot at it?
I'm, uh...
starting to get a sense of who you are.
Why don't you hop back up on the table
and I'll see what I can do.
No charge. I'll even throw in a tongue piercing.
No cost to you.
Why would I want to do that?
Look,
you step back now,
you will never take another risk again.
You will have given up on the whole concept of going nuts.
What you got to do is you got to go more nuts,
have a positive experience.
And then you'll realize
that that is where you find the juice of life.
Come on. Oh...
Okay.
Juice of life.
Oh, Marley, have you seen this Vine?
I call it "Squeezin' Out a Twerkle Head."
It looks
like you've got a bad case of the spastic butt coughs.
Good one!
You're hilarious. Like, Comedy Central-funny. Hey!
I was just trying to be helpful.
I'd be happy to give you twerk lessons.
Twerking's really not that hard,
not if you have the right partner.
How do you think your boyfriend got so good at it?
Oh. Yeah, Jake didn't tell you?
After your pathetic night of.
"Don't touch me there, I mean it, Jake,"
he came running to me.
And we twerked
all night long.
Mm, Jake's not like that.
And if he was, he would aim a lot higher than trash like you.
That is slut-shaming.
You are using the derogatory label "trash"
for a female's natural sensuality.
It's femiphobic,
neoretrogenderist
and a clear form of sexual bullying.
And as this beautiful poster clearly states,
this is a Bully-Free Zone.
But I will be the better person
and not report you to Principal Sylvester
for immediate expulsion.
By the way, you know that cute little mole
on Jake's right hip and how, when you kiss it,
it drives him absolutely crazy?
Oh, right.
You wouldn't know about that, would you?
Well, trust me.
He loves it.
Hey, I was just ab... about to come find you.
Pull down your pants. I want to see your right hip.
I want to see if there's a mole. I want to see if she's telling the truth.
- Who? - Please tell me there's no mole.
Please tell me she's just lying to screw with my head.
Please tell me you didn't really cheat on me,
especially with h-her.
- Marley... - Oh, my God.
- I'm so sorry. Look at me. Look... - Just stop. Just stop.
♪ We clawed, we chained ♪
♪ Our hearts in vain ♪
♪ We jumped, never asking why ♪
♪ We kissed, I fell ♪
♪ Under your spell ♪
♪ A love ♪
♪ No one could deny ♪
♪ Don't you ever say ♪
♪ I just walked away ♪
♪ I will always want you ♪
♪ I can't live a lie ♪
♪ Running for my life ♪
♪ I will always want you ♪
♪ I came in like a wrecking ball ♪
♪ I never hit so hard in love
♪ All I wanted was to break your walls ♪
♪ All you ever did was wreck me ♪
♪ I came in like a wrecking ball ♪
♪ Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung ♪
♪ Left me crashing in a blazing fall ♪
♪ All you ever did was wreck me ♪
♪ Yeah, you, you wreck me ♪
♪ I never meant to start a war ♪
♪ I just wanted you to let me in ♪
♪ I guess I should've let you win ♪
♪ Don't you ever say ♪
♪ I just walked away ♪
♪ I will always want you ♪
♪ I came in like a wrecking ball ♪
♪ I never hit so hard in love ♪
♪ All I wanted was to break your walls ♪
♪ All you ever did was wreck me ♪
♪ I came in like a wrecking ball ♪
♪ Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung ♪
♪ Left me crashing in a blazing fall ♪
♪ All you ever did was wreck me ♪
♪ Yeah, you ♪
♪ You wreck me ♪
♪ Yeah, you ♪
♪ You wreck me. ♪
Mr. Shue?
I need to use the, uh...
the magic bathroom.
Okay, if Oprah's gonna
drop the Cosby kids off at the pool,
I am not going to be here for it.
Wait.
Unique doesn't need to use the Porta Potti.
Come with me.
There's nothing wrong with the Porta Potti.
Again?
She just used it, like, five minutes ago.
Thanks for doing this, Mr. Shue,
but I don't need a bodyguard.
It's not about feeling safe in the boys' bathroom;
it's about feeling like I don't belong.
Look, I-I hate to say it, but I-I think as long
as you keep being yourself, your life is probably gonna be
a constant string of "don't belongs."
I know. I should probably just start getting used to it.
No, no, no.
You should never get used to it.
All great change has come from people who refused
to get used to what was accepted but wasn't right.
Slavery, gay rights,
New Coke.
So, what you're saying is, I should pull a Rosa Parks
and refuse to give up my seat in the girls' bathroom.
Unfortunately, you're not going to change the world overnight
with some radical act of rebellion.
You just need to keep finding the places you belong
and the people you belong with,
and then you'll have an army to fight alongside of you
until the world is finally brave enough
to accept you for who you are.
It's hard, you know?
Having to dress like this every morning,
knowing that almost nobody will understand.
But I don't have a choice... this is who I am.
Thank you for seeing how hard it is.
No one should have to work so hard and risk so much.
From now on, whenever nature calls,
I want you to find me.
And I'm going to open this up for you.
It's a single stall, so it's coed.
No one needs to know how you identify yourself.
They just need to know that you washed your hands after.
Thank you.
All right.
Hey, Becky, I'm here to see Sue.
Do you have an appointment?
No.
Then get out, bitch!
It's okay, Becky.
Send him in.
Have a seat.
I saw you escort Unique
to the teacher's restroom and let him use it.
And I think it's degrading for him to have to do that,
and it's given me a change of heart.
I would like to propose a deal.
I'll give Unique a key to that bathroom
on one condition.
What is it?
You and the Glee Club stop twerking. For good.
Sorry, Sue, but there's no way in hell that I'm going to make that deal.
Oh, for God's sake, William, that's your red line?
Of all the things in the world to be outraged about.
This isn't about twerking.
This is about standing up to Sue Sylvester
and her inane, out-of-touch meddling.
It's about rebelling against your repeated attempts
to suppress the Glee Club and what we're trying to say.
When a law is unjust, it's your duty as an American
to disobey.
It's called civil disobedience, Sue.
Fine, have it your way.
The chemical toilet stays bolted to the choir room floor.
Fine. And maybe I'll just throw a Sue Sylvester-style
rebellion tantrum as I leave this office.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, no?
It goes a little something like this.
William, stop that.
William Michael Schuester!
Becky, no, no, no. Don't even think about it.
Becky, no, no, no, don't...
Hey, where have you been?
Look, I know that you're upset with me
about the tattoo and everything,
but this silent treatment, it's a little immature.
It's kind of hard to talk.
Are you eating something?
Did you get a pretzel from the guy down the street?
Because I thought we were diet partners.
I pierced my tongue.
You pierced your tongue?!
Oh, my God, that is so gross.
Put that away. I don't want to look at it.
Doesn't it hurt?
I-It's not that bad actually.
Louis did it for free when he fixed my tattoo.
You fixed it? What did he do?
No, he got a little creative with the phrasing.
One might say poetic.
But, you know, I really do think he captured my essence,
given the circumstances.
Let me see.
"It's Got Bette Midler."
Oh, my God, that is genius.
And it makes absolutely no sense.
But it makes perfect sense, and I honestly kind of love it.
So, uh, what about the tongue stud?
Uh...
I think... I was in the same boat as you.
Ever since Finn died, I've been going about my business,
but I've also kind of been in a trance.
And I guess I just needed to be shocked back to life.
And... there was something about having a metal stud
go through your tongue that does the trick.
Hmm.
So, are you going to talk like that forever?
No, it should go down after a couple days.
You should totally get one of these.
Oh, yeah, totally. Yeah, rethink that tattoo.
I-I don't... I just...
I don't think that there's anything
that I would, like, love enough that I would want
to get on my body for the next 50 years, so...
Well, suit yourself.
Meanwhile, I'm going to go Skype with Blaine
and show him my new tat and piercing.
Maybe if I play a little Maroon 5
I'll get cyber lucky.
Hey, guys. Guys.
Mr. Shue, what's up?
It's not the end of the week yet.
No. But it is the end of twerking.
Why? We were killing it.
Well, some of us were.
I know, and I'm sorry.
After the school board meeting, I thought it was smooth sailing,
but twerking was... and remains... a hot-button issue.
I didn't think this was one battle
worth fighting to the death.
Meaning... you caved.
No.
He did it for me,
didn't you, Mr. Shue?
That's why the Porta Potti is gone.
That's why Principal Sylvester's out of my business.
I-I'm not putting this on you, Unique.
I believe I did what anyone in this room would've done
for one of their friends.
It was a judgment call,
but some things are just more important than others.
I'm glad we're done twerking.
I didn't like it, and I never felt comfortable.
Honestly, I just had an awful week.
I have to admit,
twerking was really fun, but it...
just doesn't seem like it was 100% our style.
No big loss.
Yeah, rebelling is one thing,
but betraying who we are, that's not cool.
We are who we are, no apologies necessary.
All right, then,
we're moving on,
no regrets, no looking back.
And I agree with you, Artie.
So, I was thinking,
instead of playing against who we are,
let's embrace it.
Let's lean into our strengths
by finding a song that's old-school Glee:
upbeat, optimistic,
full of youth, and hope...
Oh, I-I've got something.
♪ I'll believe when the walls stop turning ♪
♪ I'll believe when the storm is through ♪
♪ I believe I hear them say ♪
♪ David, won't stop dreaming now ♪
♪ And everybody clap your hands and shout ♪
♪ Oh, no, they shout ♪
♪ We are young ♪
♪ We are one ♪
♪ Let us shine for what it's worth ♪
♪ To your place, place, place ♪
♪ We're on our way, way, way ♪
♪ We're on our way somehow ♪
♪ Hold me close, close, close ♪
♪ We're losing time, time, time ♪
♪ We're falling to the ground ♪
♪ We are young ♪
♪ We are one ♪
♪ Let us shine for what it's worth ♪
♪ To your place, place, place ♪
♪ We're on our way, way, way ♪
♪ We're on our way... ♪
♪ Hold me close, we're losing time ♪
♪ Hold me close, we're falling to the ground ♪
♪ Taxi driver, sun is rising ♪
♪ Damn the sirens, keep on driving ♪
♪ Flashing light, oh, what a night ♪
♪ I miss her bed, I lost my head ♪
♪ And it's sunning, we're still running ♪
♪ For her rooftop, our last stop ♪
♪ Barefoot, naked, don't you let me go... ♪
♪ To your place, place, place ♪
♪ We're on our way, way, way ♪
♪ We're on our way somehow ♪
♪ Hold me close, close, close ♪
♪ We're losing time, time, time ♪
♪ We're falling to the ground ♪
♪ We are young ♪
♪ We are one ♪
♪ Let us shine for what it's worth ♪
♪ To your place, place, place ♪
♪ We're on our way, way, way ♪
♪ We're on our way, way, way, we're on our way... ♪
♪ Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ♪
♪ This night will never end ♪
♪ Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ♪
♪ This night will never end ♪
♪ Hold me close, we're losing time ♪
♪ Hold me close ♪
♪ We're falling to the ground. ♪
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