I must admit: Several valid points made by both combatants. And the best part is that their tight, false, and incredibly bitchy smiles never left their faces during the entire exchange. I didn't give much thought to Sebastian back when he was introduced, but if The Predatory Homosexual brings back the sassy and fabulous version of St. Gay we knew and loved before his obnoxious martyrdom midway through last season, then I'm all for him as an addition to the cast.
In any event, Clueless Blaine wanders back over to wonder what the two had been talking about, and Sebastian The Predatory Homosexual glibly lies, "Duh! The next time we're going out drinking, killer!" Clueless Blaine makes a couple of appropriate "D'OH!" faces in response to that, and Sebastian wraps things up with, "Well, I gotta run, but you take care of that Warbler, Kurt!" Sebastian winks, grins, and vanishes off screen, leaving St. Gay with little to do but secretly wish for Sebastian's violent demise.
Meanwhile, Frankenteen and Rachel have already arrived in the rugged wilds of the Kentucky-side suburbs of Cincinnati, and we join them just as they step into the darkened confines of Newport's finest ladies-only supper club, Stallionz. The two make it clear that they think they've arrived in a dinner theater of some sort, and are thus horrified when the club's announcer welcomes a trio of male strippers to the stage, the last of whom is Lady Lips Von Bieberhausen, here performing as "White Chocolate." The three gentleman on the club's small stage proceed to rip off their tearaway costumes, leading a stunned Finn to groan, "That's not an image I can ever get out of my mind!" Rachel, however, thinks fast, asks Frankenteen for a buck, and pushes her way to the stage to offer the dollar tip up to Lady Lips, her eyes demurely averted from his gyrating package the entire time. "Rachel?" Lady Lips gasps, and with that, we smash to...
...the club's tiny dressing room, where we find Lady Lips explaining his current situation. Long story short, though his father found steady construction work in the area, Lady Lips still needed to get himself a job to help out with the household's expenses. While the local Dairy Queen did offer him a bonus of two free Blizzards a day, it only paid just above minimum wage, and as he's clearing upwards of $240 an hour stripping at Stallionz, his choice was pretty obvious. What's that? He's only sixteen, you say? It's Kentucky. Any other objections? You're wondering what his parents think? Well, Lady Lips has an answer for that: "They just think that DQ pays really well." Explanations over, Frankenteen gets to the point of their visit, and invites Lady Lips back to New Directions. "I want to," Lady Lips admits, "but my dad will never let me." "Don't know 'til you ask," Finn shrugs.