Cafeteria kitchen. Mama Marley is so proud to hear that Marley is the only new member of New Directions, even though tons of people auditioned. See, even the characters on the show think that's bullshit. Also, is Mama Marley seasoning rib-eye steaks? What kind of fancy grub do they serve in that cafeteria? Marley, as happy as she is, has to point out that the New Directions kids were making fun of Mama Marley. But she's fat and wise enough to know that kids will be needlessly cruel and that she doesn't want Marley to risk her newfound acceptance by defending her, which apparently is what happened at Marley's last school.
Improbable outdoor cafeteria. Kurt is sitting with Blaine and telling him that although he believes Blaine should be the star of New Directions, he should really make sure the other kids feel included. Because that's what Rachel did. Does Kurt know some other Rachel? And now Blaine has some advice for Kurt -- he's got to stop hanging around the high school and do something with his life. By which Blaine means he should get off his ass and move to New York rather than waiting a year until he's accepted at the Fake New York Theater School. And then Blaine sends him off with a song -- Imagine Dragons' "It's Time." It's nice and the image of Blaine singing while doing double dutch will stay with me for days. They hug at the end. No kiss? These boys are still fucking, aren't they? Commercials.
Cafeteria. Didn't Blaine just eat lunch? Anyway, he's telling Brit that just because she wasn't chosen as the new Rachel doesn't mean she can just stop singing. But she blames him for the death of the song in her heart, and the impending dead-song corpse smell. Kitty is also at their table, and she proposes a "popularity homecoming float" with all white chrysanthemums, since they can't have one with all white people. First, what the hell is a "popularity homecoming float?" Does she want to have a float that exists just to rub it in the faces of other kids that she's the most popular? Second, even if this wasn't offensive to the New Directions, doesn't she think that her black jock friend might be a bit ticked off by her apparent longing for a whites-only float? Hmm, I guess not, since his response is to suggest they should use the lunch lady as a float. Sugar demonstrates her gift for mindless cruelty by comparing the lunch lady's boobs to "two grocery bags full of soup." That remark is finally too much for Marley, who speaks up in defense of the lunch lady and then outs herself as the lunch daughter. Everybody just looks shocked, so Marley leaves the table, nearly in tears.