The camera goes all spinny while staring straight up into an intricately wrought skylight somewhere posh before twirling down a spiral staircase to find shady Kurt attempting to blend in with all of the shouting, smartly uniformed gentlemen now swirling about him. He's taken Puck at the latter's word, you see, and motored on over to Westerville to spy on Dalton Academy's Warblers. Flustered by all of the activity -- and sucking mightily at the whole spying thing, by the by -- Kurt stops one of the smartly uniformed gentlemen to wonder what gives with all the extremely masculine frenzy. The smartly uniformed gentleman introduces himself as "Blaine" and explains that The Warblers are throwing "an impromptu performance in the senior commons," adding that such performances "tend to shut the school down for a while." "So, wait," Kurt frowns, not quite believing what he's hearing, "the Glee Club here is kind of cool?" "The Warblers are like rock stars!" Blaine smiles, all sparkly eyed and neatly pressed and liberally scented with something fresh 'n' sensuous by Kenneth Cole, and Kurt is, of course, instantly smitten. So am I, to be honest with you, because Darren Criss sure does clean up real pretty. Shame his character had to be introduced in this decidedly sub-par episode.
In any event, Blaine claims he knows a shortcut to the commons, and he grabs Kurt by the hand, and there's this completely ridiculous and totally over-the-top shot of the two of them running -- hand-in-hand, and in slow motion -- through an exquisitely appointed side hallway until they arrive at the commons, where they burst through the paneled doors to find the room already aswarm with Blaine's thoroughly manly classmates, several of whom are moving the backgammon tables to one side so The Warblers might have more space in which to sing, and I'm sorry, but this is all really, really gay. Like, Brideshead Revisited gay. And not the wretched 2008 movie adaptation of Brideshead Revisited, either, despite the similarity in costuming with all of these navy prep-school jackets and their contrasting piping. No, I'm talking the original delirious 1981 Brideshead Revisited miniseries kind of gay. Like, if that version of Sebastian Flyte started singing Katy Perry songs with all of his bestest Oxonian buddies gay. Only, you know, without all of the overbearing Catholicism and the dissolute drunkenness and such. That kind of gay.