Will and Terri lounge in the fabulous clawfoot bathtub in their fabulous tile bathroom. If the show wants us to think that money is in tight supply, it should probably not make it look like these two live in a Restoration Hardware catalog. Will has bad news. Terri: "A wealthy relative died?" The actual bad news is that Will can't find a part-time job to supplement his income to afford the grand foyer in the new house. Terri thinks that she deserves a grand foyer because of all her hard work, compromise, and sacrifice. She doesn't think the big shots at Sheets 'n' Things care that she sells more personal massagers than any other assistant manager, or that the Glee kids care that Will spends all of his time choreographing dance routines. "When does anyone start giving back?" She leaves, and Will sinks under the bubbles in their enormous tub.

Will finds Mr. Figgins scraping Sue's protein shake off the linoleum and asks why Sue isn't doing it. Apparently, the school nurse gave her a note "claiming that her lupus made it impossible to bend over a bucket of suds." It turns out that Mr. Figgins is at the school until 10:00 every night cleaning. Will offers to take on a shift as a night janitor at half pay. And then the show ends, because the janitor's union murders him and dumps his body in the woods. Commercials.

Quinn gavels the Celibacy Club to order, using a gavel that would make any judge proud. The club is meeting at a large array of tables in a U shape, with all of the cheerleaders at one end and Rachel all alone at the other end. Quinn notes that because of a stupid rule that requires them to accept anyone as a member, they had to allow "Rachel What's-her-face" to join the club. Rachel asks where the boys are; it turns out the sexes meet separately for half an hour and then get together "to share [their] faith." In the boys' half of the meeting, the guys just sit around trying to kill 30 minutes. Finn voices over that he's still uncertain about the club, since he joined only to get in Quinn's pants. "Still, it is a productive way for guys to get together and talk about sexual issues." We pan across all the jocky looking boys, with the camera landing on the one nerd in the room, whom we will refer to as J-Fro. J-Fro tells us that society is overwhelming his teenage brains with a bombardment of sexual imagery and short skirts. Puck declares the short skirts to be "crunchy toast," claiming that when one cheerleader bent over, he could see her ovaries. (Right next to her prostate, I'm sure.) At the girls' meeting, Quinn blesses the perv who came up with the tiny cheerleading skirt, and then the girls recite the power motto: "It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing." And then they dance all sexy-like.