The Lima Bean. Rachel and Finn have assembled Lauren, Puck, Quinn, Tina, Artie, and Gaylord Wiener around a table to dish the dirt on Kurt and Lady Lips. Quinn alone amongst the children thus so gathered refuses to participate in the wild speculation that ensues and insists that Lady Lips is straight. With that, she rather regally rises from the table and wafts off, leaving the others to squabble about what, precisely, her assertion means. Next!
Music Room. Brit-Brit's still mourning the death of her relationship with Artie, which is why Santana's swooped in and dragged her off into their rehearsal space to serenade her with "the best song that really goes one step past 'Landslide'" in expressing her true feelings for Brittany. "My private feelings," Santana emphasizes, settling Brit-Brit down in one of the cheap seats before retreating towards the piano. "What about him?" Brittany wonders, nodding at Tinkles, who's been perched on the piano bench this entire time. "He's just furniture," Santana shrugs, and she's not wrong, so let's go ahead and listen in as she serenades dear little Brit-Brit with Christine McVie's "Songbird." This is the second of those numbers I was talking about earlier in the recap, but now that we've hit it, I've discovered I really don't have much to say about it after all, mainly because they've hacked the crap out of it. Because God forbid Santana get a whole entire solo all to herself. Still, it's a lovely rendition -- what little of it there is -- and Santana allows herself to get all misty-eyed during it, which is making me a little misty-eyed myself, though now that I'm thinking about it, it's probably just my springtime allergies acting up. Yeah, that's it.
"Beautiful," Brittany smiles once it's over, and she rises from her seat to ask, "So, why couldn't you sing that to me in front of everyone?" "Not yet," Santana insists, brushing a few stray tears from her eyes. "I'm not ready for that type of...public announcement," she insists, adding, "Ever since that Muckraker thing, people have already started treating me differently -- I got asked to join the golf team." Shudder. "Well, what if I went first?" Brittany wonders. "Come on Fondue For Two!" she urges. "I'll ask you out to prom, and I'll tell you how I feel, and all you have to do is say yes!" Oh, Brittany. Oh, dumb, dumb Brittany. Santana nods, and the two move in for a hug right there in front of Tinkles and everything, but this is not going to end well.