Puck walks up to a despondent Rachel and offers his sympathy, which she mistrusts. But he assures her that his porta-john ordeal turned him into a nicer guy. Well, sort of.
“I prayed. I promised him that if he got me out of there, I’d start being nicer to people. Then I realized there was no way I could do that, so I changed it to just Jews.”
He offers to help her deal with her problems with Finn, and offers her his arm. “Have you been working out?” she asks. “Your arm seems bigger.”
“It’s the steroids,” he says.
Tina, done up as a Goth cheerleader, accosts Artie in the hallway and tells him that Mike and Brittany aren’t just rehearsing their dance moves, they’re having an affair.
Artie says the fact that he hasn’t seen much of Brittany is understandable. “It’s Shark Week.” Plus Brittany and Mike are just rehearsing. But he looks worried as Tina stalks off.
Rachel’s sorrowfully poking at the piano keys in the auditorium when Kurt walks in. “I’ve been sitting in my car for over an hour, waiting for Karofsky to make a Mickey D’s run,” he tells her, then asks for her help with his Warblers solo audition.
“Why should I help you?” she says. “You’re our competition.”
“Because even though we hate each other, we’ve had our moments.” Awwww. “And no one knows how to hit a ballad like you. You are as brilliant and talented as you are irritating.”
She agrees, and asks him what he has in mind. Sadly, it’s Celine Dion, but fortunately, Rachel knocks that out of his head, and proposes – and demonstrates – “Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina” as an alternative.
She starts to sing it, brilliantly and beltingly, and then we start cutting back and forth from her in the auditorium to Kurt at his audition. It’s one of my favorite Glee techniques, and it works extremely well here. And both of them nail the song.
Blaine, sadly, does not agree, and makes a gesture when Kurt is singing to tone down the hand motions. I saw a lot of people on Twitter who thought that was cute or something, but I interpreted it as Blaine trying to make Kurt less, well… Kurt. It kind of hurt my heart.
As did the look on Blaine’s face when Kurt sang, “So I chose freedom.” Blaine… listen to the boy. You need him.