And once that's over with, Matt Boner slings an arm across Dreamboat Blaine's shoulders and ambles off with him down the hall, explaining that he's returned to "the Heartland" to "explore [his] salt-of-the-earth roots" because "next season's commercials have a lot more intense, gritty character stuff," and if you haven't figured out that Cooper Anderson is a fatuous, navel-gazing, vainglorious douchebag of the highest order by the end of his little shpiel here, you've been blinded by the pretty. Or, you know, you're a moron, but we'll be nice and say you've been blinded the pretty. At the last minute, Coach Sylvester doubles back to pull Matt Boner away from "these ladies" and as she leads tonight's extra-special guest into the far blurry background of the shot, Dreamboat Blaine gets all mopey and sighs, "Yeah, that's why I never really talk about my brother." Like I don't get enough manufactured sibling drama on my other show. Also: Commercials!
Library. Puck has gathered the children of Glee Club together to discuss their options for Senior Ditch Day -- which shouldn't be happening until much later in the school year, so whatever -- and everything's all light-hearted smiles and fun until Idiot Rachel opens her dumb mouth and brings down the mood of the entire room by blubbering something stupid about her ludicrous wedding and Quinn's deeply insulting car accident and Don't Text And Drive! and Crippled For Life! and Wheelchair! and SHUT UP, RACHEL! When it's all over, they decide to go to Six Flags. The nearest of which is five and a half hours away if you don't hit any traffic on the tollways and there is always goddamn traffic on the tollways and this show can rot in Hell.
And when all that shit's over and done with, Puck pulls Frankenteen to another corner of the library to pitch the following brilliant idea: As Lima has only twenty-two pools and as Southern California boasts more than eight hundred thousand, Puck intends to move his pool-cleaning business to Los Angeles after graduation and he'd like Frankenteen to come along as his business partner. "With your brains and my jawline," Puck claims, "we'd kill it." And do I really need to insert the obvious joke about Frankenteen's brains here or can you handle that one on your own? You're good? Excellent.