on the whole, I’m not sure this episode really merits a blow-by-blow breakdown. Let’s just touch on the highlights, shall we? Number one on my list is that Unique might transfer to McKinley next year, because the New Directions have such a better attitude about their craft, teamwork and good sportsmanship than Vocal Adrenalin; all I can say to this is oh hell yes. I definitely need me some more Unique!
Professor Whoopi shows up at the last minute (of course) and gets to see Rachel sing, so obviously she’ll be reconsidering her NYADA application now; Mercedes gets over her food poisoning just in time to perform, and Quinn overcomes her physical limitations and dances her ass off even though she could barely walk a week ago. (See above, re: obligatory last-minute adversity at Nationals.)
Of course the New Directions win, because they’re almost all seniors now and it would be super-depressing if they didn’t, and when they come back home with their giant trophy, two things happen:
1) The meathead jocks finally think they are cool, and fake-slushie them with cups of confetti in celebration
2) Emma finally decides to have sex with the guy she’s been engaged to for like a year.
Really, girl? This is your sexy outfit?
They do another big, celebratory ensemble number in the McKinley halls, which I actually enjoyed more than the numbers they did at Nationals…and not only because of this!
The episode ends with a big, gooey teacher of the year award ceremony for Schue, where the New Directions perform “We Are the Champions” and Figgins continues to refer to Finn and Rachel publicly as “the so-called Finchel,” which really tickles me for some reason. I also enjoyed seeing Sue in a top hat, along with her final throwaway comment that she’s continued to rock ass this year in every aspect of her job, all while “being pregnant for an indeterminate number of months.”
Will she still be preggo next season? I wouldn’t even hazard a guess at this point. It would be super-depressing if she had a miscarriage at this point, so I’m hoping we’ll see big-belly Sue next fall, though frankly I wouldn’t put it past the wackadoodle writers to invent some other alternative scenario that I couldn’t possibly in a million years theorize. What are your thoughts on baby Sue, bois &grrlz?
That’s a wrap on your great big, juicy double shot of Glee goodness for this week. Next week is the season finale, airing an hour later than usual (9/8c), so set your DVR’s appropriately, kids. And that’s your week in gleek.