WILL SCHUESTER, GO TO HELL. He knew about how bad it was for Kurt and he still didn't do anything? WHAT IN THE WORLD? Of course it's getting him down - every day is a gauntlet, has been for years. Of course it wears him down! DUH! To quote one of the more asinine lines of Cymbeline, DIE THE DEATH! And as to the whole Beiste plotline - Will. Look at yourself. Look at her. WHY WOULD YOU IMAGINE YOU GET ANYTHING SHE FEELS RIGHT NOW? That said, I think he did finally do something right a few minutes later.
Artie, those are not platonic looks you are giving Puck during the busking scene. Or anytime in this episode, really. Honestly, this double-date doesn't seem like it's Puck/Santana and Brittany/Artie at all.
Start Me Up/Livin' On A Prayer. THE GIRLS WIN THIS ONE SO MUCH. Just - the dancing, the outfits, the courage, the stiletto boots, that entrance, the way they completely owned every second, completely commanded it - that was a performance.
That kiss in the locker room. HOLY EFFING RAW UNLOADED SEWAGE I DID NOT SEE THAT ONE COMING AT ALL. And poor Kurt - what a horrible way to get his first real kiss. Poor guy.
Speaking of, this episode consisted almost entirely of me watching Kurt's face and mirroring the expression. Chris Colfer has been doing fantastic work this season; he communicated everything in this episode. The weakness, the fear, the slightly astonished joy at being somewhere halfway safe, the utter shock and horror - all of it. So incredible.
I really wasn't a fan of the Beiste-related plot in this episode, but it did give us some cute coupley moments, especially with Mike and Tina.
And on that note, TINA IS THE ONE WHO NEEDS A COLD SHOWER IN THAT RELATIONSHIP. She is the one who's a little two into it. I can't quite explain why I love this, but I do. I need fic wherein she is all "OKAY, LET'S DO IT" and Mike confesses he isn't ready.
Remember what I said about the non-platonic looks between Puck and Artie? Well, with Puck opening up to Artie at the end (and doing some pretty great acting himself in there, with the fear and the vulnerability and the young-and-out-of-his-depth look), I have a ship, or at least a wish for friendsfic.
Boys, you lost this. Badly. Sorry. They weren't bad, but they were nowhere near as good as the girls.