Samuel didn't have any good advice for Abraham in the mentoring session, because Samuel is still a nobody and Abraham is a star with unexpected red hair. "Have fun," Samuel says stupidly.

Lily does "the stupid wedding dance" despite being warned not to do that exact thing. Dani struggles with her 8-count, and Tyler "never feels comfortable dancing" because of his changing body. So that tells us that Dani and Tyler will probably be in the bottom three this week.

A romance is budding between ADHD Charlie and Turkish Muslim Aylin. Their flirting makes me uncomfortable, and I'm glad I'm not Lily, who is sitting right next to it. Lily is also going way too hard in the studio with Nicki, which tells me she will be rounding out the bottom three.

They start filming the "spin the bottle" scene, and Nellie is uncomfortable because she doesn't "just kiss people." Aylin, does, though, and she makes quite a stir when she opens her jaws to Blake and sucks away his youth. Charlie looks on jealously, upset that Aylin is kind of a slut. But he is not disappointed anymore, because Aylin kisses him for no reason after that scene finishes shooting. They've certainly got the "acting like teenagers" part of auditioning for Glee down.

Abraham needs lots of takes, Dani is too one-note for this romper room f**kery, and Tyler needs to calm down. The choreography does not go well the first time, to the point where Zach tells one group (of Nellie and Dani) not to even do the choreography he taught them. He really drives it home that they were horrible, but Zach sure thought he was cute doing it. Erik, the director, is speechless. Theater kids, he thinks to himself, why did I sign up for this? Even though I was resolved to focus most of my hatred on Blake at the beginning of this season, I think I hate all of them equally right now.

This week's pile of crap video airs, and we'll see what Erik was able to piece together. Everyone showed up to Abraham's house party with a full bag of groceries, a 2-liter bottle of soda, and absolutely no alcohol. I would never invite these people to a party. If they think I want to spend time pre-heating my oven, putting cookies on a baking sheet, and watching them kiss stone-cold sober they are sorely mistaken. I would kiss that boring, normal, math-loving Michael kid, though.