Fake Drama School in New York. St. Gay Of Lima stands once again all by his lonesome in front of the student union's handy extracurriculars board, only this time around, that British-sounding blur drops by long enough to properly introduce himself, and... yeah, I just can't with this twee little hipster douchebag. I re-watched this scene about five times trying to figure out if I was being way too harsh in the recaplet when I claimed he was a filthy piece of fortysomething Eurotrash who looks exactly like a rat-faced meth head I knew in Chicago, and after several lengthy minutes of deliberation I've come to the conclusion that he really is a filthy piece of fortysomething Eurotrash who looks exactly like a rat-faced meth head I knew in Chicago. If they're serious about lashing Meth Head Grandpa here to Kurt as a romantic interest for the rest of the season, my already low interest in Kurt's various comings and goings is extremely likely to vanish entirely.
ANY-way, Meth Head Grandpa introduces himself to St. Gay Of Lima as the "Adam" in "Adam's Apples" before proceeding to smack St. Gay up with the hard sell on the benefits of joining Fake Drama School in New York's show choir, going so far as to drag St. Gay into a nearby rehearsal space, where Meth Head Grandpa and his a cappella compatriots treat us all to a gross hipster version of Sir Mix-A-Lot's "Baby Got Back" that I simply refuse to watch a second time, because the whole thing -- the costumes, the arrangements, the too-precious choreography, the elaborately ornate facial hair on display -- makes me want to hurl until I'm spray-painting the walls of my apartment with my own blood. St. Gay, however, finds the performance absolutely delightful. So, you know: St. Gay can rot in Hell.