Hummel Tires And Lube. Well, that's what the banner says, at any rate. Dreamboat Blaine bumbles his way across the shop floor and basically guilts Burt Hummel into having The Talk with his son. It's an incredibly stupid way to set up the conversation that follows -- I mean, why on earth would Burt Hummel accept parenting advice from this a cappella bozo who's less than half his age when there's a perfectly good PFLAG chapter right there in town? -- but the payoff is one of the best father and son scenes they've ever aired on this show, so again: I'm letting it slide.
Music Room. With very little fanfare -- actually, with no fanfare at all -- Santana, Gwyneth, and Brittany throw themselves into their version of Fleetwood Mac's "Landslide," and quite honestly, the song itself is almost beside the point. I mean, it's beautifully done -- surprisingly so, considering the fact that Gwyneth's handling an overwhelming majority of the singing -- but the central focus of the scene is on Santana and how she's using the song as a means to show Brittany how she really feels. Had I a heart, it would be breaking right about now, and I am once again astounded at how perfect Naya Rivera is in this role. I mean, once upon a time -- way back during the pilot -- she was more or less a snotty-faced extra sneering down at the Glee Club losers, nothing more than one of Sue Sylvester's minions, and look at what she's done with it all since then. Brava.
Yes, I have a crush. Shut up. I've always had a crush on Santana Lopez, so there.
Santana, momentarily overcome, wipes away a few tears as the others applaud, and Brittany shyly wonders, "Is that how you really feel?" "Yeah," Santana nods, and she rises from her stool to give Brit-Brit a hug. "Pretty cool that our girlfriends are such good friends," an utterly clueless Lady Lips whispers to Artie. "Wish that you and I were that close." Artie's reaction shot is priceless, but we haven't time to linger on it, because we must focus instead on Rachel as she calls out, "Can I just applaud this trio for exploring the uncharted world of Sapphic charm?" She means well, poor thing, but her praise is so tone-deaf and horribly phrased that Santana has little choice but reaffix her armor and snipe, "Look, just because I sang a song with Brittany? Doesn't mean that you can put a label on me. Is that clear?" Rachel's smile falters as Santana breaks abruptly away from Brit-Brit's side to join Lady Lips on the risers, and with that, we cut over to...