Fake Drama School In New York. The Horrible Hooker Of Broadway asks her boyfriend to explain the whole Midnight Madness concept to the audience, and he obliges by calling it Fake Drama School's version of Fight Club, only with singing instead of punching. "Twice a year," Dean Geyer exposits, "we break into a classroom for a no-holds-barred sing-off to the death." Don't make me promises you're not about to keep, honey. Can you imagine an actual sing-off to the literal death? That would be fantastic. Which of course means we won't be seeing it tonight. In any event, the winner of Midnight Madness gets "ultimate bragging rights" for the remainder of their time at Fake Drama School, while the loser gets "shamed and humiliated," and while I appreciate any attempt to broaden the world they're trying to create for these characters in New York, this seems like a pretty piss-poor effort as far as that's concerned. I mean, didn't Rachel already snag "ultimate bragging rights" for the remainder of her time at Fake Drama School thanks to her winning Winter Showcase performance a couple of months ago? So, what's up with all of this bullshit here?
Whatever. I don't particularly care, especially because I'm certain they're going to forget this storyline ever happened the instant this episode's over. The Horrible Hooker's sycophants materialize long enough to lob a few insults at St. Gay Of Lima, the latter of whom just happens to be strolling past at this very moment, and awkwardness ensues until the scene just sort of ends.
McKinley High Guidance Office. Emma places two pamphlets on her desk -- one of them winningly entitled "You Won't Be Alone Forever...Probably!" -- and settles back for a chat with Bloaty The Gravy Clown regarding the latter's nonexistent love life. Because I still don't give a rat's ass about the boring romantic entanglements on this show, I'll skip ahead to the bit where he helps her select a centerpiece design for her wedding reception and... that's it? That's all there was to this scene? Yawn.