Emma's office. The shelf behind her desk is lined with pamphlets, including "Ouch! That Stings!," "Divorce: Why Your Parents Stopped Loving You," "I Can't Stop Touching Myself," "Radon: The Silent Killer," "My Mom's Bipolar and She Won't Stop YELLING," "Wow! There's a Hair Down There!," and "So You Like Throwing Up: Understanding and Overcoming Bulimia." Currently out of stock: "What To Do When Your Teacher Is Too Sexy" and "So You're a Mohawked Football Player Who Can't Stop Having Erotic Fantasies About a Recapper." As Rachel peruses the bulimia pamphlet, Emma gives a little wave to Will, who is standing in the hallway for some reason. Emma pretty matter-of-factly accepts Rachel's declaration that she doesn't have bulimia, but still wants to talk about the feelings that caused her to want to puke her guts out. Rachel wants to be thinner and prettier, like Quinn. She asks if Emma's ever liked a guy so much "you just wanted to lock yourself in your room, turn on sad music, and cry?" Flash to Emma, locked in her car in the rain, mascara running all down her cheeks, crying and singing along to "All By Myself." God, it's like Saturday night at my house. Emma can certainly relate to having a crush on a boy, and tells Rachel that she needs to remember that no guy who is married with a baby on the way is worth getting hurt over. That probably describes half a dozen students at Rachel's school. Emma asks if Rachel has just tried telling the boy how she feels. She hasn't, because the boy hardly notices she exists. Emma suggests finding something they have in common and building a relationship around that. That seems to cheer Rachel up. We come to some commercials, which cheers me up -- my fingers are killing me.