...the teachers' lounge, where Will's regaling the other Acafellas with the positive review they received in the Style section of The Lima News. The reviewer favorably compares Will to Michael Bublé, thinks Ken's possessed of a "smoky baritone," and notes that Henri "proves you don't need all ten fingers to pluck a lady's heartstrings like a well tuned, sexy harpsichord." Alas, she was not so kind to Howard, whose face falls when Will lies that Howard was somehow omitted from the article. For whatever reason, Sandy Ryerson invites himself into the lounge again -- this time, he's wearing watermelon-colored corduroys festooned with tiny embroidered kelly green alligators -- and before anyone has a chance to greet him, he announces, "I have two words for you: Josh. Groban. He's coming to the PTA event!" Howard, timidly: "Who is Josh Groban?" Sandy, howling with unadulterated incredulity: "'Who is Josh Groban?' KILL YOURSELF." HA! Sandy quickly regains his composure and sits to school Howard thusly: "He is an angel sent from Heaven to deliver platinum records unto us, and if he were here right now, I'd club you to death with his Critics' Choice Award." Josh Groban's also been Sandy's Internet pen pal ever since he accidentally friended the disgraced choir director on -- News Corporation Product Placement Alert! -- MySpace, and agreed to see The Acafellas perform if and only if Sandy were admitted back into the group. The Acafellas: "No!" Sandy flounces. Well, Sandy flounces everywhere, but in this case, he flounces angrily out the door.

Carmel High. The camera pans up over a tricked-out Lincoln Navigator -- complete with spinning rims -- that parks just outside the school's auditorium. Kurt, whose ride the Navigator is, emerges from the depths of the massive SUV with Rachel, Tina, Quinn, Santana Lopez, Britney, and Mercedes, the last of whom marvels, "Damn, Kurt, this car is fly." "My dad got it for my sweet sixteen," Kurt preens, "after I swore to stop wearing form-fitting sweaters that stop at the knee." I should note Kurt is currently wearing a form-fitting sweater that stops at the knee. In Nancy Reagan red. Kurt: "What he doesn't know doesn't hurt him." Hee. As he links arms with Mercedes to saunter off down the sidewalk, Rachel and Tina shoot each other worried looks while Quinn and The Quinions wickedly pass Mercedes a round of encouraging smiles. Before any of this goes too far, though, Rachel spots an Adrenaline barfing into a garbage can further down the walk and excitedly identifies her as the "Andrea Cohen" who "won Outstanding Soloist last year at Absolutely Tampastic." "You can't leave rehearsals for any reason!" the fellow Adrenaline who's holding back Andrea's hair whispers with a look of sheer terror on her face. "That includes heat exhaustion and Crohn's disease!" Andrea's fellow Adrenaline, by the way, is wearing a neck brace. Hee. Overexcited Rachel of course ignores all of this to power over and blurt, "We'd like to talk to Dakota Stanley about choreographing for our Glee Club!" Andrea Cohen, still doubled over the garbage can with barf bits trickling down the sides of her mouth, weeps, "Don't! He's a monster!"