Lady Lips immediately shoots a hand into the air and asks for permission to perform, as he's of the opinion the Bieb-tastic masterpiece he'd lately been perfecting qualifies for Regionals consideration "because it's just hugely emotional and sums up our generation." Quinn and I both strenuously roll our eyes at that asinine assertion, but Mr. Schue cedes the floor anyway, and Lady Lips quickly propels himself into a full-throated, fully choreographed version of that atrocity we heard him warbling earlier. Needless to say, it's dreadful, and in ways that absolutely beggar description, but then again: That's the whole point. And so, as Lady Lips prances around like a gawky little fifteen-year-old incubus sent straight from the flaming pits of Hell to smother us all in our sleep, the noxious Power Of The Biebs overwhelms each and every single Glee Gal until they're practically pelting Lady Lips with their panties. The gentlemen present are, quite naturally, appalled, and none more so than Finn, but their trifling opinions matter not at the moment, for even Sue Sylvester herself is smitten, and when it's all over, she leans forward to peer intently at Lady Lips and murmur, "I gotta get that girl on my Cheerios!" Commercial.

Locker room. Puck, Artie, and Gaylord sneak up behind Lady Lips to announce that they want in on The Justin Bieber Experience, now. Sam's confused, for he knows they did little but mock at him during his performance, but the other three insist Lady Lips expand his one-man tribute band to include them, for they have seen how their significant others fell prey one by one to The Power Of The Biebs, and they'd like in on some of that panty-poofing action, pronto -- especially because their relationships have hit, as Gaylord puts it, "a standard, post-Valentine's-Day lull." As proof of this, we...