Elizabeth had been at high school for two weeks now, she liked it, she had friends, especially Adam, he had always been by her side throughout everything.  It also happened to be Kurt’s high school.

She was initially rather worried about being at the same school as her father but she realised all the existing students liked and respected her father – some kids even told her how amazing a teacher her dad was.  Which is why she wanted to join Glee Club. She knew it would make Kurt proud.

Kurt was working late so she and Blaine were eating dinner without Kurt. She had been absent-mindedly twirling the spaghetti around her fork. “Lizzie, are you okay?”

“Hmm, what?” she said, snapping back to attention when she heard her name.

“You’ve been quiet all evening, are you alright?”

Lizzie sighed, she placed her fork down on her plate and asked “You play the guitar right?”

Blaine nodded, frowning in confusion.  “Yeah” he replied.

“Can you teach me?”

“Of course, I can honey, that’s so great, why though?” Blaine smiled, internally jumping for joy that his daughter was showing an interest in music.

“I want to join Dad’s Glee Club at school” she said with a small grin.

“Really? Aw, baby, he will be so happy!”

“You can’t tell him, we have to do this in secret, it will be an awesome surprise for him”

“Okay, I won’t tell him”

“I know what you are like with secrets, pinkie promise me, you won’t tell him?” she outstretched her little finger and Blaine rolled his eyes but he wrapped his around hers. “I promise”

“Thank you, so when can we start learning?” she said, eagerly.

“Finish your dinner first Liz” Blaine said, turning his head back to his food.

It was Saturday, Blaine had been teaching Lizzie the basic guitar chords and it turned out she was a natural but she still hadn’t decided what song she was going to sing.

She had been strumming on the guitar lazily, humming to herself a lyric less melody, when she heard Kurt coming up the stairs. Shit, she thought to herself, panicking she jumped up from her bed, trying to find a place to put the guitar. “Liz?” she heard her father call.

“One minute” she answered, attempting to shove the guitar into her wardrobe drastically. Kurt opened the door to her room just as she managed to shut the door.

“What are you doing?” he asked his daughter, who was innocently smiling at him.

“Nothing”

“What are you hiding in there then?” his hands gesturing to the wardrobe.

“I’m, er, planning an outfit for school tomorrow” she said, wondering what part of her brain was coming up with this.

“Okay, well, I just came to say me and your Dad are going to go pick up a pizza as neither of us can be bothered to cook tonight, what do you want?”

“Vegetarian would be great” she answered.

“Right, See you later then” Kurt eyed his daughter, warily – her back was still pressed against her wardrobe door.

As he left the room, Lizzie sighed with relief. It was okay. He hadn’t noticed.

“Dad, what song should I sing?” Lizzie asked her father, she was sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at her iPod intently.

“Well, I thought you were going to sing On My Own” he replied.

“Too cliché, plus Aunt Rachel sang that to audition for glee. I don’t want to copy her”

“She won’t mind” Blaine laughed.

“Well, whatever I’m not singing it. Come on, help me!”

Blaine went to sit opposite his daughter on the bed and held out a hand for her iPod. He flicked through it for a while before smiling and handing it back to her.

She grinned at the song and nodded.

“So, I want to welcome to the club, Jean, Ben and Melissa. It’s great to have you guys here!” Kurt announced to the club.

“Is there anyone else?” he called out.

“Me” came a small voice from the door. Elizabeth walked into the room, smiling at her father, a guitar slung around her neck.

“Lizzie?” Kurt whispered, astonished.

To the other members of the Glee Club, Lizzie said “He has no idea I’m doing this so please don’t think he has helped me practise or anything. Nor will I get in just because I’m his daughter”

She stepped into the centre of the room and began to play the opening chords. When she sang, Kurt almost began to cry, he had never really heard Lizzie sing before and she had a beautiful voice, sweet and innocent but powerful.

“I found a picture of my mother
In her bell-bottom jeans
Flowers in her hair
Two fingers up for peace

In that Polaroid she smiled, a grown up baby boomer
Maybe mama walked down the wild side
Walking on the moon
What will they say about us?

I've heard stories about my grandpa
Child of the Great Depression
How growing up broke creates
And deep and dark impression

He sits in a rocker down at the veterans' home
Even when I got to visit
He still rocking all alone
What will they say about us?

They call us generation lost
Or generation greed
Or the connected generation
To a plasma screen

Or a generation why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us
Generation love, generation love

We are children of divorce
Victims of dysfunction
We spell check, of course
And GPS the proper junction

We've gotten pretty good at shifting all the blame
But I think I hear an old song
Calling my new name
Generation love

Not generation lost
Or generation greed
Or the connected generation
To a plasma screen or a generation

Or a generation why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us
Generation love, oh, generation love

And when they open up our time capsule
A hundred years from now
Maybe they'll look inside
And see we figured out

How to live with less
And give ourselves away

Just maybe they'll call us
Just maybe they'll call us
Generation love

We are a brand new generation on the rise
Generation love
We are a brand new generation on the rise
(Generation love)
Oh, generation love”

She smiled, slightly out of breath as she finished the song and she looked at her father who was beaming.

Kurt bit his lip and pulled himself together. “I know it’s technically against the law for me to hug my students but you guys won’t report me right?” he said.

The other members of Glee simply smiled and shook their heads.

Kurt stepped forward and hugged Lizzie tightly. “You’re in Lizzie, that was beautiful darling” he whispered in her ear. “Where did you learn to sing like that or play the guitar?”

“That would be been Dad” she said, chuckling, Kurt heard a familiar laugh from outside the room. “Blaine, I know you are out there”

Sheepishly, Blaine stuck his head round the door and said “Hello, Lizzie, that was wonderful!”

One of the boys from Glee called out “Is that your husband sir?”

“Yes, Josh, it is” Kurt replied to the boy, who was smiling at Blaine.

“We’ve heard a lot about you, Mr Anderson-Hummel” a girl , who reminded Blaine of a young Rachel Berry.

“All good I hope? Anyway, it’s been lovely to meet you guys, but I better get going” Blaine went gave Lizzie a half hug and went to just squeeze Kurt’s arm lovingly when the rest of the Glee members began chanting “Kiss him!” Kurt blushed bright red and Blaine rolled his eyes but he leant in and kissed Kurt very briefly on the lips.

“Whooo” came the chorus of voices.

Kurt shook his head. “Come on you lot, we need to get practicing, see you later honey” Kurt called as Blaine left the room.

Blaine was reeling in shock slightly, this generation were amazing – not one of them was bothered that they were gay, never at high school would he had heard people chanting for him to kiss his partner!

He smiled, oh how the world has changed. The song Lizzie just sang was right – maybe they should call them generation love.