But I'm veering away from the point of this scene, so: Long story short, Drunk Kate Hudson loudly revels in every last detail of her earlier-concocted plan for revenge, then Muah-Ha-Has! like the excellent boozy villainess she is until Idiot Rachel finally cuts the call short to ugly-cry into the depths of her ugly top. Shut up, Rachel. You totally had that one coming.
And when it's over, The Horrible Hooker Of Broadway emerges from The Novak to find Bloaty The Gravy Clown more-or-less waiting for her out in the hall. He begins by gently chiding her for missing the curtain call, but he quickly switches gears once he realizes she's been ugly-crying into her now snot-streaked top, and OH MY GOD I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID FUCKING RELATIONSHIP ISSUES. Assholes. At some point, they break up -- again, some more -- and then both Dreamboat Blaine and St. Gay Of Lima arrive on the scene to carp and whine about their stupid fucking relationship issues that I don't care about, and once they break up -- again, SOME MORE -- Idiot Rachel and St. Gay finally -- finally -- flounce off back to New York. Let's hope they stay there this time.
Music Room. Mr. Schue and Artie have gathered the children of The New New Directions -- plus Frankenteen, of course -- to regale them with a glowing insta-review of the musical that Artie found online somewhere, and when that's all over and done with, Mr. Schue stands to offer them all a teary -- albeit temporary -- farewell. Yaaaaaaaawn.
And when that's all over and done with, Will and Bloaty The Gravy Clown excuse themselves to the hallway, where they exchange a couple of more personal goodbyes, and then everything...just sort of fizzles out, actually.
That certainly felt pointless.
Next week: Some cracked-out and bizarre superhero bullshit. Happy Thanksgiving!
Demian can no longer stand to watch the original Grease because John Travolta is disgusting. Oddly enough, though, he has no problems with Hairspray. You may reach him at email@example.com.