Old Quinn proposes a three-part thought experiment based upon what she calls "The 2-2-2 Rule." Part One: How will Old Idiot Rachel feel about her decision in two weeks? "You'll probably feel pretty great," Santana supposes, adding, "You'll get to feel the nice, cool breeze on them skeeter bites -- you'll feel refreshed even!" Old Idiot Rachel agrees with this assessment, so Old Quinn moves on to Part Two: How will Old Idiot Rachel feel about her decision in two months? "Nervous?" a suddenly flustered Rachel ventures. "Worried it may not even be good?" she guesses. "It's a student film," Santana stresses. "It's not gonna be good." And with Part Two thus so efficiently handled, Old Quinn moves on to Part Three: How will Old Idiot Rachel feel about her decision in two years? "Guilty," Rachel admits, "just hoping my kids will never see it online." "Oh, they'll see it," Santana darkly assures her, "and they will never be the same!" Hee! "But some women find it empowering to be naked on film!" Rachel argues. Perhaps, Santana concedes, "but not in a student film that is probably about someone's grandma with Alzheimer's." "For once, we actually have your best interests in mind," Santana insists. "Please don't do it," Old Quinn implores. The Horrible Hooker Of Broadway pouts, for she knows not what to do.
Meanwhile, back at McKinley, the Tina-directed calendar photo shoot's progressing quite nicely, indeed, until Lady Lips Von Bieberhausen loses what's left of his goddamned mind over losing his pump, or whatever, and he stomps off towards the locker room weight rack to work on his biceps again, some more, with Dreamboat Blaine racing after him to wonder why he's turned into such a complete and utter douchebag all of a sudden, and here we go again with the After School Special crap, so: Long story short, Lady Lips Von Bieberhausen thinks he's a big, dumb loser. Dreamboat Blaine attempts to convince him otherwise, but it's pretty clear Blaine's sweet words are having no effect.