I did have one thought float through my mind as even Emma
felt the power of the HeMo and danced out into the presidential campaign
girl-power flashmob: I wish Lauren Zizes was there. If girls are running the
world or even just McKinley High, they’re gonna need some muscle.
Later in the teacher’s lounge, Emma, Coach Beieste and Will
are discussing who will be playing the role of Maria. As if we didn’t know it’s
between Mercedes and Rachel, that there is going to be a diva-off, and that
neither girl will be happy with the result.
The co-directors decide to have the two back for another
audition, and Rachel offers Mercedes a hug to celebrate her achievement in
getting called back.
Mercedes isn’t having any of that today. “Know what,
Rachel? Hug me after I get the
In what looks like a dance rehearsal room, it turns out Mike
is genuinely breaking down under the strain of his father’s expectations clashing
with his own powerful need to dance. In a scene that was something of an homage
to Billy Elliot, Mike pulls off his
shirt and dances his pain and his anger and his frustration without music.
At times Mike stands in front of the mirror and his father
is beside him, belittling and berating him, mocking his desire to dance,
telling him that it’s a hobby, not a career, and if he goes down that path,
he’ll just be one injury away from losing everything.
But his father isn’t really there, and Mike goes back to the
dance floor, flying and spinning and sliding, until Tina comes in, holds him in
her arms, and says, “So beautiful. You don’t talk that much. You hardly
ever sing. But when I see you do that, it’s who you are. It’s what makes me
feel you. You’ve gotta know by now, when I see you dance, it’s why I fell in
love with you.”
And then she vanishes, too, never really having been there, leaving
him with empty arms and nothing but his pain.
As if that wasn’t enough, Mike rejects his father’s warnings,
and auditions for West Side Story after
all. And he is incredible, trying out for the part of Riff by singing
“Cool,” doing a pretty good job despite his limited vocal abilities,
and practically taking flight while dancing. The football team backs him up,
And I’m wondering: Just how much good dancing by gorgeous
people in one episode do we really deserve? The Gleek Nation must have been
awfully good lately.
In the teacher’s lounge, while we watch Coach Beiste carbo
loading (who knew Breadstix delivers?), we get the obligatory exposition dump
and find out no girls have signed up for Shelby’s rival show choir. Moving on.
dapper in a checked shirt and a bow tie and of course I’m being sarcastic,
comes down the stairs as Kurt comes up. They both stop.
Kurt looks up at him. “The cast list goes up on Friday.
Are you nervous?”
“A little. I try not to think about it.” Blaine seems tentative,
as if he’s not sure where Kurt is going with this.
But Kurt smiles reassuringly. “I wouldn’t be. My mole
in the casting office says there’s only one actor they’re seriously considering
for the role of Tony, and his initials are ‘BA.’”
smiles goofily. Kurt whips out a dozen roses.
takes them. “They’re beautiful. What are they for?”
“You killed your audition, Blaine. If anyone else got Tony, including
me, the wrath of Sondheim would fall on William McKinley like a plague of
Schubert Alley locusts. These are to celebrate — you.”
is charmed. “You always zig when I think you’re about to zag.” He
steps down closer to Kurt. “I… I just… love that about you.”
They’re about to kiss, then Blaine
looks around, and the two of them abort the gesture awkwardly. Meep.