And when the song and the montage are done, Dreamboat Blaine disappears boozewards, leaving St. Gay Of Lima to pounce upon the baby cupcakes on display all by himself. As Haircut 100's "Love Plus One" begins playing in the background, a still-enraged Single-T Tina takes this opportunity to scamper on over and bark, "I don't like the way you treat Blaine -- there! I said it!" St. Gay gets all, "Who, me?" in a very nonverbal way while Single-T Tina continues, "You're here, you're in New York, you're at Vogue.com, you're at NYADA -- who are you? And meanwhile, Blaine's here, lonely, and yes, he cheated, and we're all human -- we all deserve to be loved back!" She so unhinged. And I love it. "Tina," St. Gay interrupts, "I say this with total love, but what we all saw coming is finally here: You're a hag. You're hagged-out, you're in love with Blaine, and it's creepy. Stop." "What do you know about love?" Tina howls back at him. "You just come and go!" she adds. "Who's been here to support him?" she demands. "Me! Who took him to Sadie Hawkins? Me! Who put him in bed when he got sick and rubbed VapoRub on his little muscly chest while he slept?" "What?!" St. Gay interjects, appalled. Tina instantly realizes she's been busted and stammers, "What? No! I didn't mean...!" before shouting, "This isn't about me, Kurt! I have to go!" And as she spins on her heel to flounce off with whatever's left of her dignity, St. Gay shrieks, "Did you VapoRape my ex-boyfriend? Don't walk away from me, Tinacohenchang!" Hee. Procter & Gamble must love this show right about now.

Elsewhere, Carmen's habanera kicks in again as Coach Sylvester steps up to the microphone, snaps her fingers to pull one of the spotlights over, and announces, "Today's the day we honor Saint Valentine -- a man publicly beheaded for defying his government -- by exchanging candies and chocolates to nonsensically render the objects of our affection more fat and less attractive. And in other nonsensical traditions, Emma left behind her bouquet as she fled the scene, leaving it to somebody else to toss these soon-to-be-dead flowers under the mythical belief that whoever catches them will magically become the next person to get married -- or, more than likely, to sprint from the altar -- so gather 'round, single ladies, and allow me to be the one to enable your false dreams and ridiculous expectations!" Yeah, she's drunk. In any event, the various single ladies -- plus Lady Lips Von Bieberhausen, hilariously enough -- gather 'round for the bouquet toss, and Coach Sylvester launches the thing up through the air and right into...