One of the ads is for The Good Guys. I may have to watch that show, just because it's the first time in history that Bradley Whitford hasn't played a smug, self-satisfied, yuppie prick. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Kurt is inspecting his pores in a hand mirror at his locker when Sue walks up to him. "Hey, Ladyface. I noticed you weren't at Cheerios practice yesterday, and I don't look kindly on absenteeism." Kurt apologizes and blames his absenteeism on yesterday's emotional shock. And then he proceeds to explain that he's worried that he won't ever be close to his dad because he's gay. Kurt, just because Sue let you style her for a music video once doesn't mean you should share your feelings with her. Sue proves me right by asking Kurt how he could possibly know that he's gay since he's never kissed a boy or a girl. I don't know about Kurt, but I found the erections and wet dreams to be a pretty good indicator. Whoops, there I go with the oversharing. Anyway, back to Sue's rant: "You see, that's the problem with your generation, you're obsessed with labels. So you like show tunes. That doesn't mean you're gay, it just means you're awful! You know, there's only one person in this world who can tell you what you are." And all those after school specials and self-esteem filmstrips were lying to you -- it's not you, it's Sue Sylvester. And, she tells Kurt, she hasn't quite made up her mind about him. Kurt gets a brainstorm -- he can use the Glee Club assignment to somehow solve his problem. Sue: "Yeah, you know what, I checked out of this conversation about a minute back. So, good luck with your troubles, and I'm gonna make it a habit not to stop and talk to students 'cause this has been a colossal waste of my time." As she walks away, a couple of Cheerios throw themselves out of her way. Bye, Sue. See you in thirty minutes.

Cut to Kurt's basement bedroom/fashionable SoHo studio. Burt, in flannel shirt and jeans, comes down the stairs at Kurt's request. Kurt emerges into view -- baggy jeans, flannel shirt, down vest, and some kind of hideous cap on his head. He was looking for Burt's thoughts on his song choice -- "Pink Houses," by John Mellencamp. Burt is a calmer person than I am, because he neither faints nor does he ask what this impersonator has done with the real Kurt. Instead, his eyes pop open a little wider for a second, and then he notes that he didn't think the song was really in Kurt's wheelhouse. But Kurt thinks he should support a Midwestern guy who wrote a song about such bold interior decoration ideas. Burt tells him that the song is really about how the '80s were a tough decade. Kurt suggests they go for a couple of burgers and talk more about it. Burt: "Sure, but I gotta be honest with you. That's pretty much what every Mellencamp song is about. But you know, I'll get my coat. Anything to help you out." Kurt looks actually happy as his father walks away.