Hall. Quinn expresses her newfound admiration for Sam's shamelessness, or something like that, so Finn gets An Idea. Next!

Gym. Lauren -- or a reasonable stunt-double facsimile thereof -- tosses one of her fellow wrestlers around like a ragdoll for a bit before sitting on his chest, and what I don't know about wrestling could easily fill several comprehensively stocked bookmobiles, but shouldn't she be sparring with someone in her own weight class? Not that I'm averse to staring at the exceptionally healthy little muffin she's sharing screen time with in this scene, mind you, but still. And when practice is over, Lauren retires to the bleachers, where an openly salivating Puck awaits. "Do dudes ever get erections when they wrestle with you?" he asks, ever the charmer. "Shut it, Puckerman," Lauren does not hesitate to reply, "we're here to talk business." You see, she wants to regale the glee club with a solo, but she needs a bit of advice, as she's rather uncharacteristically nervous about performing in front of the group. Puck's recommended solution? Pretend everybody's sitting there in their underwear. Shockingly enough, Puck cribbing a plot point from a forty-year-old Brady Bunch episode does not sicken and repulse me. Maybe it's because Mark Salling's obviously old enough to remember when it first aired. "Can I touch your knockers now?" Puck delicately inquires. "Only if you wanna lose a hand," Lauren shoots back. "But," she adds with a mischievous grin, "you're on your way." Young love. Sigh.