And when it's over, the audience leaps to its feet as one to applaud. Amid the raucous cheering, Quinn silently sneaks out of the auditorium, followed closely by Rachel. "Where are you going?" Rachel calls out once she's caught up out in the hall. Quinn apparently intends to inform The Maharishi of Idina Menzel's transgressions right this very moment, though why she expects The Maharishi to be occupying his lair well after school hours, I'll never know. Rachel pleads with Quinn not to "wreck all the hard work" their friends have put into their impending performance, and instead suggests Quinn speak with Idina regarding her intentions first. "It's the adult thing to do," Rachel claims, and no, Rachel, the adult thing would be to leave Idina Menzel and Puck to their private business, but I guess that argument wouldn't fly with Psycho Quinn, anyway. In any event, Rachel offers a few more unimportant words of advice and exits, leaving a simmering Psycho Quinn alone with her thoughts until she vanishes into this evening's next commercial break.

Idina Menzel's office-slash-rehearsal space. Idina finishes up a call with her babysitter just in time to get both barrels from an icy Psycho Quinn like so: "Puck told me about you two. I'm gonna tell Figgins and get you fired." Idina doesn't even flinch at that -- it's as if she's been expecting this for a very long time -- and instead quietly announces, "I'm ending it." "Not that there's that much 'it' to end," she adds, with an obvious regret. Psycho Quinn begins lighting into her for ruining everybody's lives, or something, but Idina just patiently sits at her piano, and when Psycho Quinn's little tirade has run its course, she smiles and observes, "You're so young, and pretty." "Don't talk down to me!" Quinn seethes. "It goes away, you know," Idina calmly continues, ignoring her. "Not the pretty -- you'll always be pretty -- but the young?" "It happens really slow," Idina notes, "and you don't even notice it, and then one day, everything just feels different." "I can't wait to feel different!" Quinn snarls. "Don't wish away your life," Idina sighs. "You're exactly where you're supposed to be." "I think I thought," she goes on to confide, "that being with an eighteen-year-old would make me feel eighteen again, but mostly, it just made me feel even older." She offers Quinn a rueful, apologetic smile at that, then rises to announce, "I'm going to enjoy my last few hours of being a teacher." "I recommend," she adds, as she crosses to the door, "that you enjoy being up on that stage." "I am sorry, Quinn," Idina concludes before disappearing into the hall, and Psycho Quinn stares into the middle distance, all furious and bitter and wrecked, but we don't have time to deal with any of that because the emcee's just announced The Troubletones. The opening piano riff of Gloria Gaynor's deathless "I Will Survive" hits the soundtrack, and the camera snaps back to...