Skating rink. Will is asking the dreadlocked attendant at the skate rental desk who he should talk to about renting the place out for Glee Club rehearsal. The attendant points off-camera, where we hear a high-pitched, slightly orange-sounding voice telling the boy skaters to grab a girl (or another guy, if that's how they roll), because it's a couple's skate. Will recognizes that voice, as do we. It's April Rhodes, last seen heading out of Lima for the bright lights and big hair of Branson. She sees Will across the floor and calls out his name, cheerfully telling everyone present that she just had a sex dream about him. Who hasn't, April? Who hasn't? April's standing on a platform in the center of the roller rink. Will ducks and weaves through the skaters and joins her on the platform. She tells him she smells something. No, it's not hair product, or woodland creatures backing cookies in his hair -- it's a duet. She calls out to the live band on the side of the rink to start playing Springsteen's "Fire." And they do, and after a verse, Will is sucked into singing with her. I love Cheno, and Will makes me feel funny in my tummy, so this is pretty nice. But it doesn't hold a candle to Elmer Fudd's cover of the song. Because that shit wocks. After a couple of verses, they start singing while skating. It looks like they hired the cast of Starlight Express to skate backup for them. And while April is wearing her customary head-to-toe denim, she's quite a bit less orange than she was previously. So at least she's got her tanning addiction under control. See, John Boehner, it is possible to cut back.