Sue then correctly points out that Frankenteen "barely graduated high school" a mere six months ago and lacks the prerequisites required to teach in the state of Ohio. The Maharishi sagely counters that extracurricular activities like The Glee Club can be and frequently are run by non-faculty volunteers, and Frankenteen himself pipes up to note that he's more than willing to offer his services for free, so what's the big deal? "Let me just remind everyone of something," Sue icily replies. "For the past year, I have shown The Glee Club mercy, and this school has enjoyed an unprecedented era of peace, but if Bloaty The Gravy Clown is allowed to take over Glee Club, my detente with the arts at this school will be over!" I think Frankenteen just got a new permanent nickname. Hee. In any event, as the gentlemen present stare gawp-mouthed at her, "O Fortuna" kicks in on the soundtrack to herald a classic Sue Sylvester rampage through the hall outside The Maharishi's lair, where she leaves innumerable underclassmen cowering in her wake while we hop onto this evening's title card.
Fake Drama School In New York, Blotto Dance Division. Drunk Kate Hudson staggers in with a gaggle of tight-bodied upperclassmen to berate her first-year students again, some more over their collective ineptitude, then orders everybody to partner up for some jetés. Naturally, this offers Idiot Rachel a chance to shoot a lengthy bit of shit with Dean Geyer while they await their turn, and long story short, The Horrible Hooker Of Broadway's landed an audition for a pretentious-sounding bleeding-edge version of The Glass Menagerie "set in a zoo with Peter Dinklage as The Gentleman Caller." "You're too hot to play Laura," Dean Geyer LIES, and with that, they jeté across the floor. Well, Dean Geyer hoists Idiot Rachel up into the air, and she flails her legs around for a little while until he decides to put her back down again, but they're calling it a jeté, so whatever.
Once that's over with, Idiot Rachel asks Dean Geyer if he'd be so kind as to help her run lines, and barely has he agreed to do so when Drunk Kate Hudson reels on up to them to slur that Idiot Rachel's "not tough enough yet" to withstand the devastating demands Rachel's would-be director "Ivan" tends to place upon his actors, and I have no idea how Drunk Kate Hudson managed to overhear their whispered conversation, but again: Whatever. The Horrible Hooker Of Broadway foolishly insists she's got what it takes, then even more foolishly suggests Drunk Kate Hudson audition for Amanda -- you know, so Drunk Kate Hudson might "maybe get back in the game." I suppose Idiot Rachel's honestly trying to be friendly and helpful with that, but seriously: Thirtysomething Kate Hudson as sixtysomething Amanda Wingfield? Bitch, please. Drunk Kate Hudson -- clearly and rightfully insulted -- fixes a far-too-bright smile on her face at that, hollers for everyone present to take five, and teeters over to Dean Geyer to set her instantly-concocted plan for revenge in motion by convincing him to become her new T.A. "Could we start on Monday?" he asks, noting he's already promised his weekend to Idiot Rachel. "Yeah!" Drunk Kate Hudson cheerily agrees, though that hard glint in her eyes promises violence, so I suppose Idiot Rachel is fucked. Again.