Weekly Gleek: Thank You Faberry Much

So much goodness on Glee this week, I barely know where to begin. We have Kurt and Blaine finally getting together, for realz (and all it took was a dead canary that signifies the end of a 100-year-old preptastic mascot line, plus some appropriate Beatles lyrics), then singing the sweetest, awesomest new boyfriend ever duet in front of a thousand people. We have Brittany trying her hardest not to let Santana push her away after last week’s romantic rejection, but despite her best efforts, Santana just wants to deflect her heartbreak onto Stubbles McCripplepants and Trouty Mouth. Nice.

And while we’re on the subject of Brittany, can we just take a moment to appreciate how insanely adorable the girl is when she gets to wear something other than her Cheerios uniform? Who else has noticed how good she looks in hats?

But I digress. Brittany’s adorableness almost made me forget to mention the gem that was Kathy Griffin, doing a bang-up Sarah Palin, and arguing with Loretta freaking Devine as a stripper nun over the semantics of “a gay school versus a school that just appears gay,” while Rod Remington sees no reason why the hairdressing gays shouldn’t be allowed to marry and raise a family of beautiful wigs. Yeah. Do you ever imagine what it would be like to try to explain an episode of Glee to someone from the 1950’s? They’d probably fall down or have an epileptic seizure.

But even in the midst of all this gleeful gay goodness, there was yet another area of probably unintentional gayness in this ep that had the attention of a whole lotta girls out there in internetz land: the Faberry fans. Because, it’s just so silly, but we queer ladies as an audience tend to notice when the bitchy head cheerleader draws pornographic pictures of the girl she tortures daily in the bathroom and on her notebook, verbally abusing said girl with gender-bending insults while wearing a cross and being president of the celibacy club, and consistently avoiding letting her hunky boyfriend touch her, might a repressed lesbian make. I mean, seriously—Quinn Fabray got a whole new internetz slang term coined for her: she’s a pressed lemon. Get it? Yeah. It’s pretty adorable…especially when combined with the freaking gold star that is Rachel Berry. And this ep was the most face time they’ve