He introduces his number with the story of his mom’s funeral,
when he stood there crying, watching her be lowered into the ground, never to
be seen again. He wanted his dad to say something, anything, to make him feel
like his whole world wasn’t over. And he took Kurt’s hand and squeezed it.
"Just knowing those hands were there to take care of me, that was
enough," Kurt says. And then he launches into the Beatles’ "I Wanna
Hold Your Hand."
And while both Mercedes and Rachel sang their hearts out
tonight, this is the most powerful musical performance of this episode, and the
best rendition of this song I’ve ever heard.
And then we got taken into a flashback montage of
little Kurt and his father, with Chris Colfer lookalike Adam Kolkin
as mini-Kurt — the resemblance was amazing. We see young Kurt learning to
ride a bike, holding his father’s hand at the cemetery, and laughing at a
private tea party.
Kurt completely breaks down at the end of the song. So did
I. And so did half of Twitter (where, by the way, "Grilled Cheesus"
was the number one trending topic all night), with #kurtrules being joined by
#poorkurt and #gaysharks by #sadsharks.
I don’t mean to just race through the rest of the episode,
but after that high, a lot of it felt a bit anti-climatic.
Finn confesses to Emma that he’s been worshiping a grilled
cheese sandwich, and that Sam getting injured was his fault. Emma breaks it to
him gently, telling him he won the first football game because they now have a
coach who "spends the game watching the plays instead of biting his
toenails," that it wasn’t God who let him touch Rachel’s boobs, but
Rachel, and that it wasn’t Finn who hurt Sam, but "a 300-pound left tackle
who just got expelled because he’s on steroids and he’s 23."
Finn’s pretty lost without his Cheesy Lord, and sings REM’s
"Losing my Religion," which, hello, is not actually about religion.
Do they not listen to the lyrics when they pick their songs?