"What is your problem?" Kurt screams, to the utter indifference of the several hundred students now swarming around him on their way to lunch. "You talkin' back to me?" Karofsky snarls, getting all up in Kurt's grille. "You wanna piece of the fury?" Karofsky seethes. Kurt and his twee little clockwork bowtie are all, "A piece of the who in the what, now?" so Karofsky menacingly explains that "Fury" is what he named his fist. "Well, with that level of creativity," Kurt sneers, "you could easily become the assistant manager at a rendering plant." Says the kid whose father is a mechanic. "I don't know what that is," Karofsky predictably replies, "but if I find out it's bad, The Fury's gonna find you!" With that, Karofsky again gently nudges Kurt into a row of lockers and clomps off, conveniently passing the just-arriving Mr. Schue as he goes. Mr. Schue takes stock of the situation, makes note of Kurt's apparent distress, and drags everyone's favorite little fashion plate into...

...his office, where Mr. Schue rather limply offers tea and sympathy while Kurt bewails his miserable existence. Or something like that. "Is there anything I can do?" Mr. Schue wonders. Kurt stares balefully at Will all, "Are you kidding me with that shit, you fucking retard?" before forcing himself once again to rise above it all and too-graciously reply, "No, this is my hill to climb alone." Martyr. And because I kind of hate both of them in this scene, let's cut to the central point of the whole thing, shall we? Mr. Schue notes that Kurt's general demeanor has taken a turn for the worse as of late -- which, you know, father in a coma, and all that, moron -- and Kurt notes that Mr. Schue is "too quick to let homophobia slide," but because Kurt then starts bitching about Mr. Schue's "boring and repetitive" lesson plans, Mr. Schue decides his teaching methods are the reason for Kurt's gloomy mood, so he...