Every lesbian on this earth has a feeling or two about “I Kissed a Girl.” We’ve processed six hundred gazillion the AfterEllen.com comments. I’m just going to skip the commentary here. It’ll sell iTunes singles, which is the point, I guess. I really, really like seeing the girls perform together all loyalty and empowerment like this, though. (I hope their boyfriends don’t mind it.)
After the song is over, Santana casually drops the news that she came out to her parents and for a minute there, I thought that was the only coming out thing we were getting and I was ready to torch something. But nope. Something lovely and heartbreaking is on the way.
Figgins interrupts the final Lady Music Week performance to shout for Kurt to come to his office. Kurt and Blaine spend like ten minutes looking back and forth at each other, all, “Hmm?” “What?!” “Whaaaaat?” “Eh?” “Wha?” And even though it shouldn’t be so precious, it totally is.
It turns out somebody stuffed the ballot boxes after all. He lost the election which makes him think he’s going to lose Nyada which makes him think he’s going to be the manager of a Sonic Burger for the rest of his life — and the cherry on top is that he’s going to get suspended if they decide he really cheated. Poor lamb. Every time he cries, I cry. It’s Pavlovian. Kurt runs off to find Blaine and Finn goes, “Who on God’s green earth could have done such a thing?!” And Rachel is like, “Me. Duh. Sometimes I think Santana is right about you.”
Baby Quck (Quinn/Puck) busted her lip and is at the emergency room and Idina Menzel calls Puck to come rescue her and — ZZzzzz. Oh, sorry. I dozed off there for a second. Where were we? Oh, yeah: Santana is coming out to her abuela.
You know what my real problem is with Glee? My real problem with Glee is that when it’s good, it’s better than anything else on TV. If Glee had never shown any promise, had never proved it could be brilliant, had never given a shit about its characters or its stories or its fans, if it had always been a crappy teenage show about a ragtag band of misfits, I wouldn’t get so enraged about it. But, Good Lord, this show has had its moments of white hot greatness. Especially when it comes to its queer characters. Just listen to this coming out speech Santana gives her grandmother:
I love girls, in the way I’m supposed to love boys. It’s just something I want to share with you because I love you so much. I want you to know me. When I’m with Brittany, I finally understand what people are talking about when they’re talking about love. And I’ve tried so hard to keep this locked up inside, but everyday just feels like a war. And I walk around so mad at the world, and I’m really just fighting with myself. I don’t wanna fight anymore, I’m just too tired. I have to just be me.
Naya Rivera is flawless, of course. And Santana’s abuela’s reaction is so realistic. She’s not angry at Santana for being gay; she’s angry at Santana for saying she’s gay, for not keeping it a secret, for making her uncomfortable. And so she kicks her out of her house and says she never wants to see her again.
For all the bitching I do about Glee, I think these are the moments that matter. In ten years, no one will be talking about Rachel Berry stuffing a ballot box or Quinn Fabray stealing a baby or Idina Menzel humping a teenager. But in ten years, the gay teenagers who stuck with this show — whether they knew they were gay or not, whether they were out of the closet or not — will remember what it was like to watch Kurt come out to his father, to watch Santana come out to her grandmother, to watch Kurt and Santana’s friends accept and adore them, to watch them fall in love. For lots and lots and lots of people, this will be the very first time they ever see themselves reflected on a screen, and they will store those images up and treasure them in the hearts for always.
I hope that’s not the last we see of Santana’s abuela.