Meanwhile in the City of York, Adam Lambert and Kurt are hitting up Sam Goody so Kurt can pretend to learn guitar for two episodes.
Obviously the rascally rabbits are inspired by the instruments surrounding them to break into a rousing musical number.
The song in question is “I Believe in A Thing Called Love” by The Darkness, which was my ex-boyfriend’s ringtone in 2003 until he slept with this girl on the swim team and so I snorted a bunch of things and went to a party and we got in a fight on the phone and he threw his phone at his car window and broke it. Anyway where was I. THE MUSIC!
This performance is amazing because everything Adam Lambert does is amazing and I have a weak spot in my heart for real-life-gay-boys-playing-gay-boys-singing-songs together. See:
Back at the Barbie Dreamhouse Bushwick Loft, Rachel’s flipping out about how Santana is pursuing her career and “Rain on my Parade” belongs to Lea Michele and Kurt is like, okay you need to slow your roll.
Then Santana arrives and is like HELLO ROOMIES and all hell breaks loose.
Santana says Rachel’s really been enjoying being cooler than Santana with her Big Broadway show, and Rachel says that Fanny Brice can’t be Puerto Rican because she’s a New York Jew which is HILARIOUS on so many levels like that Broadway doesn’t work like that but especially because Rachel played Maria in the Glee edition of West Side Story. Anyhow, then Santana says that Rachel’s ambition is fueled by all of the hate she got in high school, which is really reductive and also inaccurate as Rachel Barbara Berry has wanted to be a star since she first sat in front of a mirror with a hairbursh.
Kurt volunteers to make espresso so everybody can chill out because espresso is right up there with “cocaine” and “amphetamines” as #1 Best Way To Chill Out.
Santana wants Rachel to admit that she’s just jealous that all of Rachel’s singing lessons and assorted privileges didn’t stop Santana from being just as good as her, and Rachel starts packing up her shit in that disorganized wrinkled way that people only pack on television shows, and really Santana should stop saying these terrible mean untrue things, but also Rachel should just stop, period — or, rather, should never have started this fight to begin with.
Santana says, “I was better than you then, and I’m always gonna be better than you. You are short, you are awful, and that is never gonna change.” Then Rachel slaps her in the face.
And then Rachel says she should move out.
Kurt: “This is crazy! We’re friends.”
AND THEN, as if on cue, Santana gets the call — she’s Rachel’s new understudy, SURPRISE! I already knew that this was gonna happen because Intern Grace emailed me about it like two months ago.
We then slowly drive my grandparents’ car in the far right lane all the way from New York back to Lima, Ohio, home to the Econo Lodge of Lima, for the Valedictorian Speech-Off. Artie and Tina have both worn red, because that’s the color of blood and tomato juice. They both give speeches about how the other person is the most amazing person in the world.
We then book ourselves a 9:40 flight to New York City and, after rushing through security, panicking on the train and finally reaching the gate just in time for boarding we see that our flight has been delayed until 12:10 and so then we have breakfast at a little airport cafe and write a Glee Recap and think about how nice it would’ve been to sleep more than three hours last night if only the flight delay had been announced circa three hours ago and at last we arrive in New York, New York, where Santana is doing her makeup in Rachel’s dressing room even though Santana has her own space, somewhere, I’m sure, and also, this is rehearsal.
The girls immediately begin bickering and threatening one another with cat fights and other potentially erotic situations. At least this fight is kind of funny.
Santana: “I would love for things to get physical, I would love to slap you so hard that you wouldn’t wake up until you’re old enough to be Funny Lady.”
Then Mike Dexter shows up to tell them to stop fighting because they’re gonna be best best friends and all the journalists want to do big stories about “the two girls from the same high school in the same show.” He assures them that “as a team, you’ll be twice as famous.”
Mike Dexter commands the winsome duo to become Puppies and Rainbows. DONE.
We then segue into a performance of “Every Breath You Take” which is hot and wonderful because Rachel has an off-the shoulder-thing and Santana is Santana and I love this song and I love them singing it.
I wish this was the P.Diddy version of Every Breath you Take and suddenly Angel Haze showed up and was like, “Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show, I laced the track, you locked the flow, So far from hangin’ on the block for dough, Notorious, they got to know that, words can’t express what you mean to me, even though you’re gone we’re still a team.” Alas.
In other words:
If even one person reading this understands the necessity of All About Eve references w/r/t this episode, that person will be blessed by the sun goddess forever.
Meanwhile at the Bushwick Barbie Dreamhouse Loft, Adam Lambert is eating giant pastries with Kurt and keeping it real.
Adam Lambert: “You’re the first gay friend I’ve made in the city who’s not crazy or just trying to hook up. But I do know what you’re doing… I’m not trying to take over your band, man. I mean, I know that’s what you’ve been thinking, and that’s why we’ve been spending so much time together.”
Kurt: “You are kinda magic. I’m sorry. I just wanted to figure out exactly what your deal was.”
Adam Lambert is the only smart person in this episode and he wants to go out and kick ass together like the movie KICK-ASS. Plus they’re the only ones who ever show up for rehearsal, so they might wanna think about going Peter and Paul style. Then they decide to take a cute selfie where Adam is pretending to air-cheek-kiss Kurt.
We then dig an irrigation canal, fill it with orange juice, and swim all the way back to Lima, Ohio, home to The Elm Street Church of the Brethren, where Sue Sylvester is informing Artie and Tina that the panel was split on their speeches and therefore she’s decided to award them both the title of co-Salutatorians, because WHY ANYTHING.
Consequentially, Blaine has been promoted to Valedictorian because, I think — but I’m not absolutely sure but I’m pretty sure — because WHY ANYTHING.
Blaine: “I know this sounds like a humblebrag but honestly, I feel like sometimes things just get handed to me.”
Har. Before this thrilling conversation can continue, Becky loudly inquires to Blaine why he and Kurt have broken up because she just spotted a chaste photo of Adam Lambert air-kissing Kurt’s cheek on instagram!
Becky: “Just friends, my ass. Speaking of ass, Pancake Face is getting some… oh SNAP.”
Blaine looks genuinely concerned, but only a little bit, almost like Darren Criss was rebelling against this implausible turn of character wherein he draws illogical conclusions from innocuous acts.
We then put our right hand in, put our right hand out, put our right hand in and we shake it all about, we do the hokey pokey and we turn ourselves around, and now we’re back in the Glee Room!
It’s pretty obvious Blaine isn’t the smartest kid in their graduating class because he is wearing a bowtie with a polo shirt.
Blaine says that he’s been asked to be Valedictorian and would like to ruin it by turning it into a musical number.
Blaine: “Whatever song we pick, we should pick together. And you should both definitely have solos, and Tina we could film rehearsal and send it to Brown and you’re so artsy and progressive that I’m sure once they see it, they’re just gonna open up those Van Winkle gates for you.”
Yes, I’m sure the Brown Admissions staff spends their summer watching videos of waitlisted seniors singing terrible pop song covers. She should’ve applied to Yale like Quinn did or Harvard like Brit-Brit didn’t, that seems way easier.
We then hit up our local Famous Footwear for some Fantastic Footwear Deals, select a suitable and sensible pair of business shoes that match our business pants, and walk formally all the way back to New York, New York, home to so many park benches and bleeding hearts, where Santana and Rachel are continuing to scream at each other’s faces.
Rachel: “This is betrayal Kurt, this is exactly how friends break up.”
Kurt: “She auditioned for your understudy, Rachel! How is that betrayal?”
Rachel: “Okay, let me break it down for you — the sole purpose of an understudy is to hope that the lead never goes on. She only wins if I lose! And I can’t be around this negative energy anymore. This is my big break and she is poisoning it!”
Rachel knows that she was gonna have an understudy regardless, right? It might as well be a hot lesbian.
Kurt: “Even if she never went out on that stage, this would be a very important job for her. And I’m a little disappointed that you can’t find the generosity in your heart to see that.”
Rachel: “You know what? If you think that she is just some babe in the woods who is perfectly fine living off of the scraps off of my star sandwich, then you are naive and willfully ignorant! She would kill for this part!”
In other words:
The way Kurt says, “Rachel, no,” is just the most perfect accurate honest line in this entire episode, because the face he makes is exactly and precisely the face you make when your friend says something disappointing because it contradicts who you think they should be, as a person, and because you know that it’s not really who they are either, that they’re just wound up tight and leaking mistakes and just… no. Just no.
Rachel: “I am on the cusp of something that most people never even touch, a dream come true, I am gonna be a star on Broadway, and I’m not gonna let one moment of this amazing, life-altering experience be ruined by two friends who aren’t even my friends. That’s it. I’m done, I’m leaving.”
This is probably a good call because as I mentioned in a prior recap, Rachel’s likely pulling in at least $2,500 a week for this gig (Santana probably will make less than half of that, except for the nights she goes on) and really ought to get a place within walking distance of the theater rather than a 1.5 hour subway ride away, ’cause she can obviously afford it. Just saying.
Santana looks almost sad and stunned, but mostly defiant, and Kurt just looks sad. We then segue into “Breakaway,” cutting between the McKinley cast and the New York crew. You can watch this fine situation for your very own self:
Okay kiddos, I have to go to sleep now so I can go to the White House tomorrow and slip a “You Do You” sticker under Barack Obama’s door. Next week we’re promised that “Adam Lambert will get stuck in between Santana and Rachel’s feud,” which sounds like a sex dream I had last week.