And once the pesky roommate is gone, Dean Geyer bitches about how long it took him to get from Manhattan to Bushwick -- of course -- before presenting Rachel with the housewarming orchid he schlepped all the way out there on the J train. Surprisingly enough, the plant survived the trip, but that's not important right now because what is important right now is the fact that barely has Rachel had a chance to thank him when Dean Geyer moves in for a kiss. Instantly flustered, Rachel gently pushes him away, because she's still hung up on that pasty chunk of talent-free bloat she used to date in high school. Oh, and also because Rachel is still a fucking idiot. To his credit, Dean Geyer immediately retreats, though he does ask her to keep him in mind should her situation ever change with that pasty chunk of talent-free bloat she used to date in high school. You know, more or less. And after he's taken his leave, Idiot Rachel flails around her capacious loft like the fucking dumbass she has always been until we finally fall into this evening's final commercial break.

The Hallowed Halls Of Dear McKinley High. Boring New Rachel has traded in her Dire Headband for a Grievous Barrette, but that's not the worst thing in this shot. No, the worst thing in this shot would be the absolutely deplorable "I LOVE MY MOM" sign she's got hot-glued to her locker's interior. Exactly why am I supposed to find this twee little simp an acceptable replacement for Rachel Berry? I mean, sure, Idiot Rachel often irritates the living piss out of me, but Idiot Rachel was never -- never -- this abjectly pathetic.

ANY-way, I'm rambling when I should be wrapping this inane little subplot up, so long story short, Boring New Puck rolls up to ask Boring New Rachel and Her Grievous Barrette if he can sit next to them during choir practice, as he doesn't really know anyone else. Boring New Rachel and Her Grievous Barrette are all, "Of course! Absolutely! We're not pathetically needy at all!" Until, naturally, New Quinn swings by to make it very clear she and New Puck are A Thing. She doesn't specify what sort of Thing they are, just that said Thing exists, and that she and New Puck are It, and I haven't a clue what the hell I'm talking about anymore because OH, MY GOD, THESE PEOPLE ARE SO DULL, so I'm gonna skip ahead to...