Generic classroom. Santana and Quinn are counting the votes. Brit only got four votes for king, so Santana doesn't want to be queen anymore, which is good, because they both agree that Quinn won by one vote. Quinn realizes that she just got what she always wanted, and she just doesn't care. She tells Santana that the two of them "have really had the dream high school careers." Really? Between the two of them, they've got one high school pregnancy, one being kicked out by parents, one being outed on local TV, and one being disowned by her grandmother. Plus, they were both intimate with Finn Hudson. That's a dream career? Quinn thinks she'd like to finish her dream high school career having made a difference. Commercials.

Blaine re-enters the prom. His de-gelled hair is about six inches tall. He looks like a lesbian math teacher. (Okay, maybe he just looks like my lesbian math teacher.) Brit, after being told that the kid with the giant afro is not a new student, gives him special dispensation to wear gel so people won't turn to stone when they look at him. Blaine wants to run off to re-gel himself, but Kurt tells him he's happy to finally see the real Blaine, "and I want everyone here to know just how proud I am of my brave, handsome, bushy-haired boyfriend."

Time to announce prom king and queen. Figgins calls the nominees to the stage. And then he invites Kurt, as reigning queen, to crown the winners. The prom king is Finn. And the queen is... SHOCK! It's Rachel. Allegedly due to write-in votes (or, as Figgins calls it, prom anarchy). Rachel slowly makes her way to the stage where Kurt crowns her. It's time for them to dance, and they take the floor as Quinn and Santana sings Berlin's "Take My Breath Away." As they dance, Rachel worries that it's all a joke, but Finn tells her that she won because she's beautiful and sexy. Or because two friends cheated for her. And then we see prom photos of most of the kids as Quinn sings. Oh, and Quinn stands up as she's singing, with Santana and the microphone stand holding her up.

What a boring load of crap.

LTG lives in Boston, where he's a full-time pension and benefits attorney and a part-time prom king. You can reach him at ltg.jon@gmail.com.