Later that evening, Brit-Brit's arrived at St. Gay's boudoir for their previously arranged strategy session. She's sporting a fluffy little hot-pink-and-sky-blue plush unicorn horn on her head, and her posters are whimsical concoctions of sparkle and glitter that dance around oversized close-ups of Kurt's face rendered in devastatingly tasteful shades of blush and bashful, and on top of all that, she proposes distributing to each student a "swag bag" which shall henceforth be known as "Kurt Hummel's Bulging Pink Fun Sack." Each bag will contain, among other things, a pair of ruby slippers, a stuffed Tinky-Winky doll, and a Burlesque DVD. For once in his life, St. Gay Of Lima is speechless. While he appreciates Brit-Brit's enthusiasm, he claims that he doesn't want to be known as "Kurt Hummel, Homo." No comment. To that end, he's come up with a "toned-down" campaign poster of his own, an "understated" and "elegant" thing inspired, of course, by "the classic Blackglama fur coat ads," and I gotta be honest, here: The resemblance is eerie. Brit-Brit approvingly decides St. Gay's efforts are "so unicorn!" and with that, we head back to...