"Maybe Quinn is lactose intolerant," Kurt whispers, all gossipy in the music room with T-T-T-Tina and Mercedes. "That doesn't explain all the crying," Artie sagely notes. "Are you all that stupid?" my glorious and eavesdropping husband duhs from across the room. "Seriously!" he continues. "I bet you thought Bert and Ernie were just roommates!" and that's the second reference to Bert and Ernie's suspect sexuality in less than a week for me, and as the first reference came courtesy of TV's newest Ambiguously Gay Duo, I'll be taking it as a sign that my glorious husband will be coming out of the closet sometime during November sweeps, partly because I am almost as delusional as Rachel, but mainly because I can, so there. Puck finally drops the pregnancy bomb, and generalized consternation abounds. Incidentally, there are a couple of silent-yet-telling reaction shots featuring Santana Lopez, so I'm betting she already knows the entire story, and thus knows that Puck is lying when he tells everyone that Finn is the father. And at this worst of all possible moments, Rachel bounces into the room to announce, "Yes, you heard right! I'm returning to Glee Club!" My glorious husband just rolls his eyes at her and spins out of the room with his guitar while the others break into small huddles to pick apart Puck's news, completely ignoring Rachel in the process. "This is a hot. Damn. Mess!" Mercedes hisses at Kurt while Santana Lopez immediately turns to Britney with a faux-shocked "Oh. My. God!" Hee. Rachel, of course, wonders what gives, and I'm sure the look on her face when she finds out would break my heart. If I had one.