Isabella's POV
Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine, and I were walking down the stairs "Admit it, Wonder twins, the only reason why the New Direction beat the Trouble Tones at Sectionals is because that pervy clown judge was freaking high as a kite." Santana says nodding. "And we did Michael Jackson. You guys didn't. That was weeks ago. Why are you still obssessing?" Kurt says as we walk down the hall "One word, Kurt. Michael." Mercedes says as she slaps his shoulders. "Guys, fear not. The world tour of the Cirque du Soleil tribute show, Immortal, to Michael Jackson is coming to Columbus in June. We should all go." Blaine says as we stop in the middle of the hallway. "You don't get it. I don't want to see the spectacle that is Michael. I want to be the spectacle." Mercedes says poking his chest. Mr. Schue walks up "everything okay?" I turn to him "Look, we love being back in New Directions" I pause and look at everyone "but - We hate that we missed our chance this year to do Michael." He nods thinking "Yeah, I get it. And I've been thinking a lot about Regionals and maybe we can do Michael again" he says smiling, walking away. "I for one know exactly what song we should start Michael with" Blaine says taking off his bag and putting it on the floor. We all follow suit.
I said you wanna be startin' somethin'
You got to be startin' somethin'
I said you wanna be startin' somethin'
You got to be startin' somethin'
It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Your'e too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Your'e too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
I took my baby to the doctor with a fever
But nothing he found
By the time this hit the street
They said she had a breakdown
Someone's always tryin' to start my baby cryin'
Talkin', squealin', lyin'
Sayin' you just wanna be startin' somethin'
We walk into the library and head over to Quinn, Rachel, and Tina
I said you wanna be startin' somethin'
You got to be startin' somethin'
I said you wanna be startin' somethin'
You got to be startin' somethin'
I get behind Quinn and put my hands over her eyes. She laughs and takes my hands off, smiling up at me as she laced our fingers together
It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
They get up as we start to dance out of the library, Quinn and I's hands still laced together
You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable)
You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable)
Still they hate you (Still they hate you)
You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable)
You're just a buffet (You're just a buffet)
You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable)
They eat off of you (They eat off of you)
You're a vegetable
We head into the auditorium to end the performance
Lift your head up high and scream out to the world
I know I am someone, and let the truth unfurl
No one can hurt you now because you know what's true
Yes, I believe in me, so do believe in you
Help me sing it
Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa
Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa
Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa
Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa
Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa
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FanfictionSantana Lopez has a sister named Isabella. Isabella's been through some rough stuff in the last few years and has had Santana beside her through all of it. This is the story of how Isabella handles high school with her older sister being over protec...
