In any event, his confession leads to the two of them chatting rather amiably with each other as equals, or something, until Idiot Rachel excuses herself to powder her nose, leaving Frankenteen an opening to lumber on over and glare. And did they suddenly decide to, like, dye all the gray out of Cory Monteith's hair for this episode? Because it's looking unusually dark and monochromatic against his terminally pasty face in this scene. Oh, whatever -- it's not like I really care at this point, and besides, we've got about twenty blissful minutes of near-uninterrupted Nationals performances to get to, so: Long story short, Jesse St. James makes a mild-on-the-surface, snide-underneath comment about Frankenteen's impending dunderheaded nuptials to Idiot Rachel and, after the two icily wish each other luck, we hop inside to the venue's...