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to fall on the floor in spasms of happiness as she holds out her arms to Rachel, murmurs, “c’mere,” and consoles her with a heartfelt hug. No matter what side of the Faberry fence you fall on, there’s no question that this scene demonstrates how much Quinn has grown since her baby-stealing, world-blaming dark days. She’s taking ownership of her life and her choices, and that’s pretty fierce. Takes me back to smoky-blues Quinn, the one who sang “It’s a Man’s World” and talked Mercedes out of having an eating disorder. I can only hope we’ll continue to see these snapshots of Quinn’s personal growth through the rest of the season, as she fights her way back to full health and mobility. In the meantime, let’s take a few minutes to squee over the fact that she’s still holding Rachel’s hand as she announces that they should all go to Six Flags for ditch day.

Next up, Puck wants Finn to become his pool cleaning business partner in LA, and Sue brings in Big Brother Cooper to teach the Glee kids a master class on acting, giving rise to a fairly adorable Anderson brothers duet mashup of Duran Duran. In the master class itself, super-successful internet commercial man tells the kids not to waste their time by going to college, or New York, because Broadway is dead. Anyone else find it weird that Rachel didn’t seem offended by this? I guess she was just distracted by his chiseled jaw as he passed on his mad skills of pointing and turning into a pose for a good headshot.

Blaine gets tetchy about his brother’s constant criticism over free sodas at Breadsticks (side note, I kind of love that they always have the same waitress at Breadsticks), while Artie coaches Quinn to be braver in her wheelchair at the school’s steepest access ramp. While I applaud Artie’s frankness with Quinn in regard to adjusting to her new wheelchair—it would be a drag to go to Six Flags only to realize she couldn’t go on any of the rides—I also think that Artie has a pretty obvious ulterior motive here. He wants Quinn to be his wheelchair buddy—or wheelchair girlfriend—foreverz, despite the clear message from the beginning of the ep that her injury is not permanent. So when they finally do go to the disability skate park and she tries to explain that their situations are not the same, I see Artie’s whole “when are you going to accept that this is really happening to you” speech as more of his usual selfishness when dealing with the ladies. We’ll have to see how this goes, but I really don’t see Fabrahms happening.

A few other relevant plot points are crammed into the end of the ep (it was a busy day for these gleeks, eh?), including Teen Jesus’s official induction into the New Directions, and Sue getting the news that her baby (a girl) will most likely be born with Downs Syndrome, a non-shocker that I—and probably a lot of you—predicted pretty much from the start of this whole wonky “Sue is preggo” storyline. Luckily Becky Jackson is there to console her, albeit unknowingly, leaving her with the sage parenting advice that she “should really work on her patience.”

The episode ends with Finn and Rachel fighting over their future—New York or LA? Finn is, I hate to say it, right about one thing, which is that his dreams matter too; the only problem with that is, he’s never actually expressed any dreams of his own up till now, so it’s a bit unreasonable for him to expect her to have factored them into her own future plans. Rachel, on the other hand, has been 100% clear that she is Broadway-bound since day 1, so it’s a bit late for Finn to start complaining. In my little gay shark fantasy world, Finn’s parting line (make sure you’re really in love with me, and not the person you want me to be) will lead her to realize by the next ep that she is not in fact in love with him, and, following Sugar’s example, jump into Quinn’s lap for a cuddly wheelchair ride to class.

^{Wheel me to class, baby!}

Hey, a girl can dream. Next week: Saturday Night Glee-ver, featuring the first possible appearance of NYADA Professor Whoopi Goldberg, plus a Brittana sex tape? Oh, Glee, how we’ve missed your insanity. Until next week, bois & grrlz!