Hello, welcome to the sixth recap of the sixth season of Glee, a show that nobody is watching anymore except us! No but seriously, why’d they move this show to Friday night, how many teenagers watch television on Friday nights. Even I didn’t watch the show on Friday night, because my girlfriend wanted to watch SVU on Netflix instead, so then I had to wait forever ’til it went up on Hulu and I had plans all weekend and now here we are, today, sitting in front of our screens in our pants and our socks, ready to talk about this gay-ass show.


We open in the hallowed hallways of McKinley High School, where Samuel and Rachel have converged, like two stars in the raging night, to discuss their date that very evening at Soup Salad and BREADSTIX, a hot night-club-slash-family-style-restaurant.

Hey do you have a tampon I could borrow
Hey do you have a tampon I could borrow

Unfortunately, even the smoky residue radiating from their burning hot loins cannot overcome the melodic beating of their scarred “teenage” hearts — in fact, they fear they will never Fall in Love Again. NEVER AGAIN! Let’s sing about it:

http://youtu.be/PKwAIwU4uFc


Over at Pierce’s Party Palace, Brittany’s parents — played by my BFF Jennifer Coolidge (I met her once, she held me in her bosom) and Ken Jeong — pop in to inform Brittany that Pierce Pierce is not her real father. I hope it’s Darth Vadar!

And this is how you eat a lady's box
And this is how you eat pussy

Nope, it’s Stephen Hawking, which explains Brittany’s mathematical genius. Turns out that J-Cool and S-Hawk knocked boots during The Pierces’ Honeymoon and nine months later, Brittany fell out of j-Cool’s vagina in a barn in Indiana!

NOBODY TOLD ME SCISSORING WAS REAL!?
SCISSORING IS REAL???

Then, Brittany tells the parents that she’s getting married to Santana and they’re delighted. Just pure delight, free of politics, entirely in their own vacuum of fat cats and pink flowers: she’s getting married! Loving love for love’s own sake.

I'm finally caught up on all the Autostraddle articles I missed last week!
Brittney Griner was on “Say Yes To the Dress!”
Now we can finally talk about Brittney Griner on "Say Yes To The Dress"!
“We read about it on Autostraddle!”

Back in the hallowed halls of McKinley High School For Tiny Creepy Dolls, Rachel and Sam are wearing shoes and are nervous running into each other. No really, that’s what I have in my notes: “Rachel and Sam are wearing shoes, are nervous running into each other.”

It's you
Melchoir Gabor?
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Wendla Berghman?! Like a tree-nymph fallen from branches!!

Unfortunately, the gaping holes in their hearts where their exes once hung out singing soft rock ballads are too enormous to conquer, so they awkwardly cancel that evening’s date, then accidentally say “I love you” to each other. Oops.


We then ice skate on over to the Meeting Of the Club Of Glee, where Kurt and Rachel inform the little birds that it’s Burt Bachrach Week. They’re honoring Mr. Schuster’s memory by convincing teenagers who are too young to remember when AOL cost $2.95 an hour to flip out about over the collected works of somebody Colonel Sanders’s age. But they probably don’t even know who Colonel Sanders is! No really Burt Bachrach is a genius.

DENTAL DAMS FOR EVERYBODY!
DENTAL DAMS FOR EVERYBODY!
Am I about to get a line?
I wish I had a line

In honor of this triumphant week of song, Mercedes shows up to mentor. She’s famous now, but it’s cool, we can still be friends.

I'm ready. Febreeze me
Deliver me from this hellscape, dear lord in heaven

The thing is, reader, that these little bits of Rachel and Sam feel like a final-season afterthought, a “well, why not?” plot to get Rachel back in the saddle without dishonoring Finn’s memory. I get it, and in a way, I think they have to do it, and it’s kinda sweet. It’s also sweet that Mercedes has returned, secure in her fame, in romance (and in being the club’s most successful alum), and that now Mercedes and Rachel can be friends and even cheerleaders for each other. But as much as I wanna get into this, I’m just so pleased as punch that the gay couple and the lesbian couple are center-stage this season that I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM FOREVER AND NOT ANY OF THE OTHER PARTS!

Anyhow… Mercedes tells Rachel that she should go for Sam’s salami and also that she should go to New York, New York to chase her dreams and hopefully also show up for an audition Mercedes booked for Russel Simmons’ new musical.

Honestly, it seemed more confusing at first, but then I realized that the creativity required in queer sex actually makes a lot of space for me to really ensure my needs are met and discover my real desires
Honestly, it seemed more complicated at first, but ultimately sleeping with women really liberated me and made me so much more confident about my body and my desires.
That's EXACTLY what Quinn told me!
That’s EXACTLY what Quinn told me.

Mercedes: “You wanna know what the best thing is about having our gift? It’s always there, like a good friend. When you open your mouth, there it is.”

That’s how I feel about string cheese!


We then put on our pantyhose and our sensible heels and shuffle over to The April Rhodes Memorial Pavilion for a rousing musical number Mercedes has put together to raise Rachel’s spirits. Santana, Brittany, Mercedes and Rachel wear tight bedazzled dresses and the bigger their hair, the closer they are to the lord. There’s something so sexy about Brittany and Santana performing together, every time. Like I can’t stop thinking “those two girls have actual sex!” It’s cotton candy and pink stars all over.

Row Row Row Your Boat
Row Row Row Your Boat

I just wanna give myself a pat on the back for the excellent notes I took on this episode. For example, for this scene, I have helpfully noted: “auditorium bee-bop sha la la.”

Even after this uplifting musical experience, Rachel remains wary of returning to the Big Apple, where she could get hurt again. This is valid. (See 1-3 on this list.)

Look I understand everything you're telling me, but I'm just so scared! I mean, she's already been with #1 Lesbian Santana, what if I can't compare?
Look I understand everything you’re telling me, but I’m just so scared! I mean, she’s already been with #1 Lesbian Santana, what if I can’t compare?
It's okay honey, we all go through this
It’s okay honey, we all go through this. I’ll send you some links.

Hey, I wonder what’s happening over at the Palace of Pierce? Well, I’ll tell you: Brittany has invited Artie over to her room to discuss wedding plans!

Brittany: Welcome to my bedroom!
Artie: I’ve been in here before. We dated for, like, three months.
Brittany: I think I would have remembered if I had dated a guy with glasses, okay?

But I lost my virginity on that bed
Is remembering losing his virginity on that bed

Brittany’s knocked her brain against her skull and come up with a list of things that remind her of Santana and she imagines one of them could be a theme for the wedding she just told Artie he’d be planning for free. Unfortunately, none of them are “Cuntry Living” or “Misandry.” They are:

  • Scissors
  • Sweet lady kisses
  • Tuna
  • Heaven

Obviously he’s gonna go with scissors, right?

And then what if we turned a bunch of Scissoring Sweatshirts into Scissoring Sweat-DRESSES? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE FASHION?
And then what if we turned a bunch of Scissoring Sweatshirts into Scissoring Sweat-DRESSES? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE FASHION?
scissors-sweatshirt-wedding
It’s the new jeggings

Artie’s into the heaven idea:

Brittany: When I’m with Santana, it just feels like I’m in heaven, and angel wings remind me of her.
Artie: Okay, let’s explore heaven.

Indeed! Thus Brittany, Artie, Sam, Blaine and a bunch of extras put on nightgowns and angel wings and transport themselves to the set of “Beauty School Dropout” to explore heaven. Everybody’s wearing pajamas! It’s like a slumber party! Plus, I love a good pronoun switch.

http://youtu.be/Oj3pMz_1CcM


We then strap on our strap-ons and hop over to The Glee Club room, where Mercedes is rallying the children to inspire Rachel to leave them by reminding her that she loves New York. I hope this plan involves Tasti-D-Lite.

C'mere and let Mama give you a double wet willy
C’mere and let me pick that spinach out of your teeth

Santana looks over Brittany’s crayon-scrawled wedding invitation list, expressing concern that Joan Baez and Johnny Weir might not show up. That is exactly what my parents said to me about Chris Webber coming to my Bat Mitzvah.

I just think at this juncture it would be a big missed opportunity not to invite the lesbian blogging community.
I just think at this juncture it would be a big missed opportunity not to invite the lesbian blogging community.

More shocking than those additions, however, is this one:

Santana: Uh, why are you inviting my abuela?
Brittany: Because you won’t and she should be there.
Santana: You know, when I was little we used to play wedding all the time. She would give me her veil and I would wrap her shawl all around me like a dress, and I would march down the aisle and she would hum the wedding march and then she would ask me what guy I was gonna marry that day. My whole life I’ve dreamt of my wedding with her sitting in the front row bawling. And believe me if I could get into her head and bring it into this century, I would, and I would forgive her and have her here, she’s my abuela, you know, the lady with the big plates of rice and beans…. but having her at my wedding means not marrying you. And I’d choose you over everyone.
Brittany: I choose you too!

It’s like Trainspotting! I choose life!

Now, stay perfectly still so I can execute another one of our trademark Chaste TV Kisses
Now, stay perfectly still so I can execute another one of our trademark Chaste TV Kisses to not offend any of the 35 people who still watch this show

Cut to Abuela’s house, where Brittany has shown up in one of those costumes Emily and Spencer wore to creep around the hospital and look for missing files. She’s there to pretend to be Abuela’s new nurse.

So can I put you down for three boxes of Thin Mints?
So can I put you down for three boxes of Thin Mints?

Brittany asks about her stool, calls Dr.Walgreens, speaks deft Spanish and eventually makes her way into Abuela’s heart by suggesting they break for some telenovelas.

So you know CSS, eh? I'm impressed!
Well I’ll be damned, nobody’s ever offered me their Talbots Friends & Family discount before!

Abuela notices Brittany’s ring and starts asking her about her fiancee. She assumes, of course, that it’s a man, and she wants to know everything: when they met, how they met, if they’re having kids — a bittersweet reminder that if she knew who Brittany was marrying, she’d not want one single solitary detail on the whole affair.

Hell no bitch guess again there are way more than 64 jelly beans in that jar don't play with me
DON’T LOOK AT THE CAMERAS RIGHT NOW BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT WE’RE TRAPPED IN A YANKEE CANDLE COMMERCIAL

(Also noted: Brittany says she popped a hip once during sex. THE HAZARDS OF SCISSORING!)

Brittany, however, has just sold everybody’s second-favorite Melted-Cheese-Focused show, Fondue for Two, to Univision, and is pleased as spiked punch to invite Abuela onto the show as her first guest. If Lord and Lady Tubbington could stop messing with the pinata and somebody could get a baby carrot into my mouth, we could get this show on the road.

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Don't worry it's not cultural appropriation, my best friend is Puerto Rican!
Today we’ll be discussing the benefits and drawbacks of using maracas as sex toys!

Tonight’s show is all about weddings and maybe Steven Hawking. Abuela talks about meeting Hector Lopez in Vietnam, but then he died, and then she met Pedro Lopez, who she liked much better. This inspires Brittany to share her own American History story:

Brittany: First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt had a best friend, Lorena Hickok. They vacationed together, wrote over 3,000 letters to each other and legend has it, Eleanor kissed Lorena’s picture every night before bed!

Clip Art. It's TOTALLY a thing.
Clip Art. It’s TOTALLY a thing.

This delightful tidbit of Sapphistry doesn’t register with Abuela, but Brittany wondering if she and Santana should just elope (Ideally to Disneyworld, this show really needs a Disneyworld episode) inspires Abuela to threaten to skin Brittany alive!

Abuela: When two souls unite as one, it is a day of celebration. You should be surrounded by your loved ones, especially tu familia. Friends come and go, but family is your blood. And they need to share in your joy.

Cut to Santana in a coffee shop, tuning in live on her laptop. Abuela’s most recent declaration is more than she can bear, though, and thus she shuts it down.

What the fuck is OurChart and why do they keep talking about it this season?
What the fuck is OurChart and why do they keep talking about it this season?

It’s that tricky thing homophobes do, how they focus on the family with all their might while refusing to accept anybody’s definition of family besides their own. The kind of family that Santana needs — hell, that all of us need — isn’t conditional or judgmental, it’s pure and open-armed. Brittany has that with her parents, and she just wants Santana to have it too.


We then drive the fastest cars on the road back to McKinley, where Mercedes tells Rachel that New York is Rachel’s Endgame.

Well, maybe with enough lube...
Well, maybe with enough lube…

To remind Rachel of her True Destiny, Mercedes has assembled a low-rent set reminiscent of the New York New York Hotel in Las Vegas, peppered with tiny children in top hats. As they perform, Rachel’s volleyed back to clips from previous seasons — the striped coat and the beret! That time she took a cab to Chinatown! That time Kurt showed up and they hugged! That part in the red pill hat that they always play on hulu before the episode! DOO DOO DOO!

http://youtu.be/_bnmAm73_JE

I hope if I move to Ohio that a bunch of lunatic high schoolers show up in top hats to remind me of that time I threw up in an alley in the West Village or that time we got stoned and looked at all the fruits at Whole Foods.

Damn my abs feel tight today!
Damn my abs feel tight today

Unfortunately, this stunning musical experience can’t convince Rachel to return to New York City. She’s just not ready. That’s what we’re all here to discuss tonight, I think: hearts over minds, love over fear, friendship over everything.


Shortly thereafter the hallowed hallways have become packed with Brittany’s new Latino fan base ’cause Queso Por Dos has been renewed for two seasons!

Is that bitch doing PR for our sex tape without me?
Is that bitch doing PR for our sex tape without me?

Santana sends the fans packing so they can have some real talk:

Santana: Why do you think that it’s okay to go behind my back and be friends with someone who would rather see my dead than in love with another woman?
Brittany: You came out to Abuela ten years ago, okay? Times have changed.
Santana: It was three years ago, and nothing has changed for her, and it never will. And believe me, it’s not JUST the homos she has a problem with because it took that bitch 50 years to talk to a black person, and it was her mailman, and then she accused him of stealing her Christmas cards.

Brittany, because she believes the world can be sunshine and rainbows as long as you open the windows and let in the light, thinks Abuela simply fears the unknown, and will come around once she sees how cute Santana looks in menswear:

Brittany: “Maybe it’s our job as young hot progressives to educate older, scary farts. I mean, if Abuela gets to know us and sees that we’re somewhat normal, like how I sometimes dance in my sleep and you sometimes dye your hair blonde for no reason, then she’ll see us for who we really are, oaky? And then maybe she’ll understand that, aside from that awesome lesbian sex part, that we’re just like everyone else. We at least have to try, right?”

Of course i CAPTION
Okay, if you think a threesome with us is what Rachel needs to give her the confidence to sleep with Quinn, then I’ll do it.

Santana softens, ’cause that’s what Brittany does to her, and Santana lets her continue the mission, maybe knowing it’s a lost cause but also knowing Brittany wants to try. The framing is weird, though. I get it, but I don’t really like it: straight people don’t have to accept gay people because we’re just like them! They have to accept us because our differences don’t make us any less worthy of love. They have to accept us even though a lot of us aren’t anything like them.

This is how lesbians have sex
This is how lesbians have sex

What’s Sam Evans doing? I figured you’d ask, ’cause I know that’s what we’re all still here for is Sam Evans, let’s be real. No actually he might be my favorite male character on the show at this point. I love his look in this scene, it’s very “Christmas At Best Buy”!

http://youtu.be/2yARh6XtqGs

Well, Sam’s creeping on Mercedes, mostly, until they sit down and have a little talk about how even though he used to touch her boobs and now he can’t, they can still be friends because she’s dating a Christian Rock singer who’s waiting for marriage. She says he should go for it with Rachel, they both admit they’re a little jealous, which makes Sam feel better, and SCENE.

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I know, I know, it surprised me too, but I just cannot get enough of Taylor Swift's new album
Don’t even get me started about Beck right now

Rachel changes her mind about the audition! She’s gonna go for it! She’s never been this scared in her whole life, not even when Finn broke her nose or when she first saw Baby Drizzle or when all her friends started teleporting coast-to-coast like magicians or when Mr. Schuster opened his mouth and let words come out of it.

Rachel, you don't have to try fisting on your very first time!
Rachel, it’s okay, a lot of people have a harder time using a Rodeoh than a regular harness

Which brings us to a lively rendition of “Promises, Promises,” which does that thing where Rachel is in Ohio and then suddenly she’s in New York and it’s all very high-energy and full of vim and vigor.

http://youtu.be/VvL_NgHMlIo


Back at the April Rhodes Memorial Pavillion, it seems that Brittany has somehow tricked Abuela into hitting up her granddaughter’s former high school for no reason, just to be blindsided by Santana singing “Alfie,” which I’m sorry, just makes me think of that year Jude Law was in everything.

Look I know you're here to see Ashlee Simpson play Roxie but her understudy really isn't that bad!
Look I know you’re here to see Ashlee Simpson play Roxie but her understudy really isn’t that bad!

Abuela must be so confused. “Why is she singing Burt Bachrach? She knows I prefer Soundgarden.”

http://youtu.be/GG_84tre27k

Following this non-sequitor display of music and gownery, Brittany brings Abuela onto the stage to face her estranged relation, who she admits is the fiance she’s been speaking of. Abuela is unimpressed:

Abuela: So you come into my home, treat me with kindness, lure me here and trick me into seeing my granddaughter and hear her sing?
Brittany: Yes, because I love Santana more than everything and I would do anything for Santana, okay? Even tricking a sick old woman.

You know, I'd always hoped Santana would find a nice strapping butch to settle down with.
Is thinking about Big Sean

Abuela is skeptical, but then Santana steps forward to say her piece, and it’s a nice, fat piece of emotional blackbird pie:

Santana: You taught me to be a strong Latina woman, to be bigger than the world was ever gonna give me permission to be, and I have. You taught me not just to exist, because I’m worth so much more than that. And without Britt, I just exist. She’s the love of my life, and I’m going to marry her, and I want to share that with you because without your love, I think I just exist, too.
Brittany: Please, please, just come to the wedding.
Abuela: No. Right is right. I love you Santana, but I don’t love your sin. Girls marry boys, not other girls.

I hate it when this show still makes me tear up. DAMMIT SHOW.

OMG Santana you're squeezing all the blood out of my hand
OMG Santana you’re squeezing all the blood out of my hand

WOMP Womp. It’s not what Brittany expected, because well — it just doesn’t make sense. Homophobia like this doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense that it’d be so much louder than love, but it is for so many families out there. Abuela is stabbing her granddaughter in the heart, but maybe they could just let it rest right there, but Brittany doesn’t let it rest. Instead she basically says “Good Riddance,” but using a lot more words:

Brittany: Good. I’m glad you’re not coming. You know, The New York Times said um, half the increase in support of gay marriage is due to generational turnover. That’s what smart people call “crazy uptight bitches dying.” You guys lost, okay? And honestly the rest of us are just going about our business being normal and waiting for you to come around and not because you can stop us from getting married, but just because you’re kind of annoying.

Abuela is shocked, of course — you’re letting her talk to me like this? — and I am, too, because, no, Brittany, that’s not how you talk to somebody’s grandmother, even if she doesn’t appreciate how cute Ellen and Portia were at their wedding!

On a broader level, though as far as the idea that it’s okay to wish the death of old people who are homophobic — I know those are the facts, and that’s certainly what just happened here, but we often don’t always give old people enough credit. Yes, the world is full of Abuelas. It’s full of the parents and grandparents who have rejected so many of you reading this right now. But I’m not the only one who avoided visits and phone calls with my (now) only living grandparent to avoid having to tell her the truth about my life because I believed, erroneously, that All Grandparents Hated The Gays. A friend of the family had told me specifically, “there are some things your grandmother doesn’t need to know.” So I kept my distance and I kept quiet. But that was a mistake, because I was wrong, because she just loves me and wants me to be happy, and she loves my girlfriend, too. ‘Cause you know what else happens when you get older and older? You run out of fucks to give! You just want people to be happy. Waiting for people to die isn’t the answer, and animosity against those who dare to live isn’t, either. I know kids whose parents rejected them but their grandparents, ultimately, took them in. The numbers don’t lie: most of your grandparents are not cool with you being gay. That’s true. But not all of them. So there is so much good in this episode, but this tiny bit here — this “we’re just waiting for you old farts to die” bit? Nope. Not into it.

So, Santana gets her last word in:

Santana: Take a look, because this is what real love looks like. And I love you so much. But Britt is my family now and if having her in my family means not having you, then that’s a trade I’ll take any day.

Ok I'm ready for sleepy sloos now
Ok I’m ready for sleepy sloos now

Back in the Teacher’s Lounge, Rachel’s raving about how much she enjoyed her audition, being back in the saddle, and having immediate access to a plethora of Vegan dining options. She had nothing and everything at stake, and she feels very zen about it. This pleases Mercedes and Samuel. This pleases them very much.

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And I was just sitting there, holding her breasts in my hands, thinking, "You know what, Rachel Berry? You could've been doing this all along!"
And I was just sitting there, holding her breasts in my hands, thinking, “You know what, Rachel Berry? You could’ve been doing this all along if you weren’t so scared that you didn’t know how to have lesbian sex!”
Atta girl.
Atta girl.

Nothing can stop Rachel Berry, says Sam, and by the way, how about that date? Did you hear about the four-course meal for $12.99?!!!


In the hallowed hallways, Brittany and Santana, arm and arm, galavant down the hallway like two ladies who’ve probably just had fists in each other’s vaginas. Santana reflects on how she should be mad at Abuela, but now just feels sad for her. It’s part of the Homophobic Relative Stages of Grief, I think.

Really? You prefer Sparia fanfic?
Really? You prefer Sparia fanfic?

Brittany apologizes for saying nasty things to Abuela but Santana apparently appreciated it more than I did, it seems: Brittany stood up for her, and she liked that. Santana doesn’t let people stand up for her, really, ’cause she’s always the first boots on the floor to advocate for her own damn self. But she can do that for this girl. No matter what, it turns out.

“Let’s go humor these tone-deaf weirdos,” Santana says, and they head to the April Rhodes Memorial Pavilion for a big speech on Chosen Family. Artie says he’s not sure how to fill Abuela’s seat at the wedding because well, SO MANY PEOPLE WANNA SIT IN IT! It must be a really fancy throne.

What can I say, it was just a phase!
What can I say, it was just a phase!

Maybe it’s just a really large chair:

You could do an entire musical number on that chair y'all
You could do an entire musical number on that chair y’all

Anyhow, now it’s time for the moral of the story: family isn’t what’s in your blood, it’s who’s in your heart. Despite my aforementioned feelings about Brittany being rude to Abuela, this is some real true shit. It’s really too bad more people weren’t watching when this happened, but I think this was the moment I realized this last season is kinda ours. Brittany and Santana have had more couple-time this season than in all the seasons that came before us, as I believe Heather also pointed out during the engagement episode. For better and for worse, all the way home. Sometimes your family turns on you, but there is so much more family where that came from:

Kurt: Family are the people who embrace you with open arms no matter what.
Blaine: They can see the pain in your eyes even when you’re fooling everybody else.
Mr. Shue: Family is about laughing louder, smiling bigger, and livng better.
Sam: Family’s like fudge, mostly sweet, with a couple of nuts.
Mercedes: And although we’re not related by blood, we’re bonded by something much stronger: love.

We Are Weirdos But We Are Not Alone, so to speak.

The name of the town is Grovers Corners, New Hampshire — just across the Massachusetts line: latitude 42 degrees 40 minutes, longitude 70 degrees 37 minutes
The name of the town is Grovers Corners, New Hampshire — just across the Massachusetts line: latitude 42 degrees 40 minutes, longitude 70 degrees 37 minutes

Everybody pretends like Sam didn’t just made a gay buttsex reference. Now that they’ve declared themselves Santana’s New Abuelas, they’re prepared to invite themselves to be in her wedding party, hand out programs and dental dams, release the doves, organize the silent auction, hire the snapdragons, carmel the corn and polish the leather.

http://youtu.be/tZdwBOP97ws

The children gather at Mr. Schues’s to eat tiny sandwiches and drink sparkling cider and reconnect with lost loves of yore! We end with Kurt answering the door to find Blaine, no Karofsky in sight.

What if the unholy trinity had a threesome as a bachelorette’s party? Just an idea.