Everyone visits Ali in jail to apologize for getting her arrested for a murder she didn’t commit. And Emily effin’ dances.
This week on Glee, the new kids finally got some lines! NOT THOSE KINDS OF LINES
Brittany and Santana say “I do.” (And Kurt and Blaine do too.)
Emily meets her girlfriend’s husband, and Hanna dances like she’s possessed by the Holy Ghost.
Unique is back, and as flawless as ever!
Tali and Emily take their relationship to the next level of honesty, while Mike takes all the Liars’ blood and sells it on the black market.
This week on Glee, Brittany and Santana start planning their BIG FAT LESBIAN WEDDING, and everybody sings for their supper.
Emily and Talia, sitting in tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Where Brittney Griner and Glory Johnson become our favorite lesbian couple and we all get married. You’re going to need some tissues for this one. Or a blow horn.
Emily enjoys an easy evening of cooking with Talia after a hard day of getting murdered in an ice cream factory.
This week on Glee, Sue Sylvester turns out to be a Klaine shipper and you’ll get “A Thousand Miles” stuck in your head again.
Talia checks out Emily’s buns, hun.
Salem continues to align itself with Western superstition, ending Season One with episode #13. No, you won’t be able to escape this unlucky number, like those old 1970s elevators that jump you from the 12th to the 14th floor.
Emily comes unspooled in the most flawless way possible, and with empanadas.
Tituba’s stuck in a torture chamber and John has been arrested for witchcraft! Puritanical terror has descended upon Salem! So much cliffhanger.
Everybody comes back to help us forget everything that happened while they were gone, like heterosexuality!
It’s the final season of Glee! Hold onto your butts!
If you say it out loud — if you say, “I’m gay” — the whole world is gonna change.
So I know we all watch this show because of Ashley Madekwe’s portrayal of Tituba. And the next two episodes feature this character quite a bit. But holy shit, be ready for a roller coaster of emotions, because Tituba becomes a prisoner of a white bible-thumping, colonial witch hunter.
Maybe girl-on-girl action is like the antenna that boosts magical Wi-Fi. (That was an alcohol-inspired thought.)