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Prom Queen
So there isn’t much in this episode. I love the Furt content, I love Rachel/Mercedes/Kurt/Santana competing, and I do love Sue in this as well as seeing what Will does for her at the funeral, despite their pretty terrible relationship.
So, as usual, I’m just going to change a few things around. I’ll be going by character arc this time.
Sue
Instead of her conspiring against the glee club most of the episode (IE getting their plane rerouted with Terri) Jean’s death just stops her energy for her anti-glee club ways. Kurt and Finn still take the lead in getting the glee club to help with the funeral.
In the end, Sue pays for the cost of the trip entirely, and thanks them (Specifically Furt & Will) for helping her despite the fact that she’s done horrible things and tried to stop their club.
This will result in the build-up of S3.
Finn v Jesse (aka Jesse v Glee Club)
Jesse’s comments, along with the fact no one (even Rachel, who is still considering her feelings for him) trusts him, get to Finn and the glee club. After Mercedes, Santana and Kurt put on their same, great performances and yet Jesse only compliments Rachel (and everyone else is there watching) they decide, as a club, to get him out-that none of what Jesse has to offer in advice will work for them.
Mr. Schue, who has finally come to terms (seeing how hurt and angered the whole glee club is with his favoritism) agrees, and sends Jesse away, despite Rachel’s conflicted feelings.
He decides, right then, that not only are there to be no more sole-singer solos, but “duets” will be broken down so at least two couples (and not necessarily romantic couples either) can perform them, along with a group number that will try to feature everyone, and save duets and solo competitions for the glee club’s own personal competitions.
They all (with a little bit of convincing to Rachel) agree.
End of Fuinn
A day after the funeral, Finn is considering Sue’s (spoken by Will) speech. When he and Quinn meet for a date, and they spend time just eating dinner quietly, he comes to the realization that the spark is gone, and that though he loves the idea of Quinn, he doesn’t love her the way she deserves or should.
Quinn, who has been playing her prom queen moment again and again, realizes she needs to be herself for awhile: without the attachment of a boyfriend or idealizing the idea of romantic love and popularity.
Their growth throughout the season (year) lead them to amicably breaking it off, realizing that their history, their personalities, and their wants are leading them to different things. It’s finally a end to a relationship that isn’t messy, isn’t by cheating, and is just two people who realize it’s best to end it now rather than risk pain later.
Firsts and lasts of glee - Kitty Wilde
If you had to give Glee Characters superpowers that coincide with their personalities, what would give them?
fuck yeah i love this question.
Finn: Basic super strength. Nothing too fancy. Basic but still useful.
Rachel: One where she can break windows and glass with her voice. Vocal powers.
Mercedes: Power absorption/ power regeneration. cant knock her down b/c she took ur strength and THEN she is back to 100%.
Kurt: Empathy powers. give him ur feelings bitch
Blaine: mimicry. he can copy u (and look better doing it) but only when ur with him.
Quinn: Telepathy. give her ur brain. its hers now. she wont pay rent, but she will clean up the place for u
Arte: he can control anything electronic the way magneto controls metal.
Mike: he fast. sonic the mike.
Sam: swimmy boy like aquaman
Puck: knifey boy. sharp. like wolverine and deigo
Brittany: she can fly! she can fly!
Santana: shapeshifting. one second she is santana. next she is snake.
Tina: invisibility AND intangibility. multitalented queen.
who said ‘i love you’ first: sue or will? 😻
Will did, it was extremely dramatic and in the middle of sue's impeachment trial 🥰
Oh wow sometimes I forget the height difference between Cory and Darren it’s so cute
Kurt and Blaine breaking up was absolutely necessary for them to realize what they actually wanted in partners and for Kurt to finally sit down and process everything they had been through
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Silver?
“Why on earth would you paint yourself silver?” Finn whispered, standing in the doorway of the bathroom as Sam rubbed frantically at his face with a washcloth, silver face paint covering him from the top of his forehead and down to where his V-neck tee, a light grey, started. “Did you use permeant marker or something?”
“It won’t come off,” Sam cried, trying to stay quiet. The Humdel parents had been kind enough to let him stay for the school year, he didn’t want them knowing he’d snuck out for a midnight screening for a double-viewing of the Fantastic-Four movies. He also didn’t want Mr. Burt to see him covered in silver. He knew the man was very kind and accepting of pretty much anything, but he was sure the man didn’t appreciate his bathroom getting covered in silver paint. “Finn!” He whispered, a bit frantic. “Help me!”
“I don’t know what to do!” Finn cried back, stepping into the bathroom to look at Sam through the mirror. “Maybe we should wake up-”
“No.” Sam interrupted, his eyes wide with fear. “Waking up Kurt is the last resort.”
“Why?” Finn asked. “Kurt will know what to do to get the paint off.”
“You really think waking Kurt up-your brother, who bit you when you woke him up from a nap to ask him where the coffee grounds were-will appreciate being woken up to help me de-silverfy?” Sam shook his head, and groaned when another swipe at his face with the wash cloth barely removed anything. “No way.”
“Well,” Finn shrugged. “It’s either I go and wake up Kurt, or you are silver until he wakes up in the morning.”
Sam wiped again at his face. He looked in the mirror, and whimpered a bit: he’d been cleaning up for an hour, and he was still mostly silver. He still didn’t want to wake Kurt.
“I’ll just be silver forever,” Sam moaned.
“What are you two-Sam?” Kurt stepped into the bathroom doorway, drawing back in surprise when the pair whipped around to stare at the smaller teen. Kurt was gaping at him, eyebrows upturned as he took in the situation. Finally, after a few moments of awkward silence, Kurt deflated, shaking his head in obvious disappointment. “Sam,” he groaned, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “I told you not to paint yourself silver.”
“Ohhh,” Finn said, registering why Sam didn’t want to wake Kurt. “You didn’t want to wake him, because he told you this would happen.”
“Yes yes yes,” Sam looked to Kurt desperately. “You can lecture me in the morning. Please help me,” Sam begged. He clasped his hands-also silver-and made puppy-dog eyes at Kurt. Kurt, for his part, just looked at him through tired eyes, and sighed again.
“Fine,” he said. “Wait here. Finn, grab the extra washcloths from the cabinet so Sam doesn’t turn this whole bathroom silver.” Kurt strode out of the doorway, Finn tossing Sam a few new washcloths with his order. The pair waited a few minutes, Sam feeling so tired he wondered if it was just best to sleep in the bathroom and wait until morning to clean, just as Kurt reentered, holding a jar in one hand a glass of water in the other.
“Coconut oil,” Kurt told him, setting the jar on the counter and opening it up. “Put this on your skin, wet a washcloth, and it will come off. I suggest taking a shower after since you’ll feel very slick and gross, even if you won’t be silver anymore.”
“Thank you,” Sam replied, relieved. “What’s the water for?” Finn stood from his seat on the bathtub rim, leaving Sam to finally wash off his mistake.
“Me,” Kurt replied. “It’s why I was up.” Before he could stop him, though, Kurt raised his arm, and quickly took a photo, having hid his phone in his pajama pants pocket. “Thanks for not waking me up. Goodnight Sam, Finn.” With that, Kurt quickly, and somehow quietly, dashed back down the hall to his room, before Sam could grab at him.
“Night dude, Finn said with a laugh. “Have fun. See you in the morning.” Sam could only watch, still too silver for retaliation, as the taller teen left him alone. Groaning for what felt like the 100th time that night, Sam stared back at himself in the mirror.
He was never going to paint himself again.
Fantastic-Four be damned.
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You know going from 247 open tabs of fanfiction to 14 tabs of fanfiction in 5 minutes is an experience that simultaneously makes you cry of sadness and happiness. Because they’re gone and you’ll probably never find them again but now that they’re gone you can finally admit to yourself that you were never going to read them anyway
Kitty : Old people at weddings always look at me and go, “You’re next”.
Kitty : So I started saying the same thing to them at funerals.