Music room. Kurt, still in flannel, vest, and cap, and a kind of Midwestern redneck drawl, offers to sing first. He does a fine job with "Pink Houses," but it's just kind of scary ... wait, is he chewing? Oh, Kurt. Once again the reactions are great. Everyone is kind of nonplussed. Except Rachel, who's leaning over to her neighbors to ask what the fuck is going on. And Brit-Brit, who is smiling and nodding along, as always. Applause is weak, and Kurt notices that Will doesn't seem very happy. He asks if anything is wrong, and Will tells him that the song didn't seem to capture Kurt's true voice. Kurt refuses to be pigeonholed: "I'm not a box. There are more than four sides to me." Kurt, a box has six sides. If you had four sides, you would be a tetrahedron. And you really should stop borrowing Brittany's geometry notes. Will tells Kurt not to try to change who he is just because he thinks it will make his life easier. Everyone takes a break, and Brittany grabs Kurt on his way out the door. "So, you're pretty much the only guy in this school that I haven't made out with, because I thought you were capital-G gay, but now that you're not, having a perfect record would mean a lot to me. So, let me know if you want to tap this."
Finn is at his locker when he sees Rachel walking down the hallway. She's wearing her pajamas and a huge cardigan, her hair is a total mess, and she's eating a bowl of cereal. Again, where are her parents? If she's sick, why is she at school and not home resting? Did they go on spring break with Jesse? Because there's no way I believe two gay guys would let their daughter leave the house looking the way Rachel does. Rachel complains that it's been three days and her voice isn't better, which means she'll have to have surgery, which will ruin her life. Finn tells her stop feeling so sorry for herself. Rachel: "Why don't you get it. I am my voice. I am like Tinkerbell, Finn. I need applause to live." And then Finn tells her he has someone he wants her to meet. Commercials.
Kurt and Brittany make out on his tasteful white leather sofa, with a row of tea lights on the coffee table. Brit-Brit keeps moving her hand up Kurt's ass, and he keeps pushing it back down to his thigh. He tells her that her lip-gloss tastes like root beer. And then: "Can I ask you something? What do boys' lips taste like?" Brittany, God bless her, is not put off at all. "Usually dip. Sometimes burgers. Or my armpits." That's because she loves for guys to kiss her armpits. But how does she know what her own armpit tastes like? And then Burt walks down the stairs. He almost turns around and leaves, and then interrupts to ask them if he's interrupting something. Kurt and Brit sit up, and Burt tells Kurt how confused he is. "I came home to find this note on your doorknob. 'Do not enter under any circumstances, I'm making out with a girl.' And I just thought it was the start of one of your murder mystery dinners." Best of all is that Kurt put that message on a custom-made "do not disturb" sign. Kurt tells Burt he really needs him to respect his privacy, since he and Brit were "just having sexual relations." Burt finally looks like he doesn't know what to do about his teenage son, and gestures for Kurt to come talk to him a little more privately. Burt basically wants to know whether Kurt is gay or not. Kurt claims that he's discovered that he and Burt have a lot in common, including the love of vaginas and breasts. Burt tells Kurt that he's free to be whoever he is: "Just let me know when you make up your mind. I'm gonna do the best I can, but I'm good either way." Burt leaves, but not before telling them to be careful and use protection if things get serious. Brit-Brit: "Does he mean like a burglar alarm?" I have to think that Burt wouldn't be so cavalier about Kurt possibly having sex if he actually thought it was going to happen.