
Good news/bad news! I have rediscovered my passion! It might be several hundred miles away!
Another couple is about to have a moment – Emma (Hi Jayma!) and Will. He needs to speak to the guidance counselor, not his fiancée… Will’s bitten by this bug of going to Washington to work on arts funding. He springs this on Emma, who thinks its amazing – but her face falls pretty quickly when Will reveals he’ll have to go to D.C. for a while and “be away from the kids.” Interesting and really crappy way to phrase that Will! Emma though, is Emma. She supports him in his dreams and encourages him to go for it. She promises they’ll be okay, whatever happens.
Long distance relationships are poison fruit at the moment guys.
Next up – the debates!
Sam, looking quite nice in his suit and tie, advises Blaine to lose the bow tie – it makes him look uptight and like a young Orville Reddenbacher (what? no one cares about the popcorn vote?). Blaine strips off the bow tie and why does this feel like foreshadowing people? It’s like an Edith Wharton novel all of a sudden.
A particularly surly Sue is in charge of the debates, which are sparsely attended and quickly descend into madness. You know what, it really doesn’t even take very long or much effort.
Quick shout out to recurring guest of awesomeness: Stoner Brett! Is he getting another song soon?
Artie starts out tremendously then throws out a quick outline of his ninety-six point plan to revitalize McKinley. Apparently point one is “nap time is good” because everyone falls asleep. Sam’s response? Whatever he said, I agree.
It’s a tie?
Next question – is Sam Evan’s ashamed of his stripper past? Heck no. In fact, here’s a demonstration! Sam “shakes it” as Blaine drops his head backstage.
Slight edge for the Anderson/Evans ticket.
Blaine and Brittany are up next. Blaine gives a fiery speech on the ineffectiveness of Brittany’s previous regime, as well as calling out her dangerous and unConstitutional ban on hair gel (he’s not letting the prom thing go, okay?). As we all know, banning hair product leads to burning books and clearly, burning people. As history has shown, pomade is a slippery slope.
Back to a tie.
Brittany, for her part, begins with a beautiful speech about how much she loves McKinley and how she wants to hug it – and you know what would make it easier? More school. No weekends, no summer break…she loses the crowd quickly after that as a horrified Stoner Brett storms from the room.
Artie starts writing his concession speech.
New York, New York and the Dazzling Rise of Kurt Hummel continues. Isabelle has sent the video of Rachel’s makeover to Anna Wintour (Grand Dame of Vogue) and she sent back an uncharacteristic heap of praise (the word “Great”). Isabelle is delighted and while the entire thing will be reshot in Bali with a supermodel, Kurt is getting credit. Wowza! Kurt is thrilled and enthuses about how much the experience helped Rachel (RIP reindeer sweaters) – Isabelle is clearly moved by Kurt’s unbridled love of fashion and life and hopes he doesn’t lose that innocence anytime soon. She asks him to sit in on the next meeting.
Wait, was that innocence thing foreshadowing?
Looking hot in an empty dance studio, Lea – I mean Rachel – is stretching and contorting in her snazzy new outfit to the great appreciation of everyone’s favorite creeper Brody. Does this young man have class or studying or rehearsing to do? Rachel, ask to see his class schedule, okay?
They banter for a few minutes then, in true Makeover theme, duet to “A Change Would Do You Good” by Sheryl Crow. It’s a fun song and number, as dancing in studio becomes the quintessential New York City montage of adorable touristy couple things. Of course there’s nothing gross on the streets, plenty of room to dance and the guy you ask to take your picture doesn’t steal your iPhone. I love New York on television! There’s also provocative eating of ice cream that felt weirdly out of place but no matter – Rachel runs in heels on cobblestones. She’s magic.
Things get very sexy between the two and Rachel invites Brody over for dinner. She’s cooking. And I’m pretty sure that’s both a euphemism and foreshadowing.

