...and then we smear back to the music room, where Rachel continues babbling, "What if then he got really crabby and left and didn't even take home the Care Bear I won him playing skee-ball?" "Would you please stop talking?" Quinn interrupts. "You're grossing out my baby." Hee. Rachel completely ignores Quinn's interjection to worriedly note that she's getting older, and she knows she's going to have to deal with Losing It sooner or later, but in the meantime she wants to know, "How do I stop a guy from getting mad at me for saying no?" "Just do what I do," Santana Lopez offer, her tone knowingly arch with rather a seductive smile on her face. "Never say no." Atta girl. Brittany agrees, adding, "What's the worst that can happen?" Quinn shoots the two of them a hairy side-eye, eliciting a quick and sincere-sounding apology from Brit-Brit before Mercedes chimes in with, "Don't ask me -- the last guy I liked was The Mayor Of Gaytown, and I can't wait to get a guy mad at me for saying no." "We just have to accept that guys don't care about our feelings," Single-T Tina blurts from way up in the cheap seats. "Like, the other day, I was walking with Artie?"
Smear to The Other Day. As Single-T Tina rolls Wheels down the hall, Artie announces, "I thought a lot about it, and I forgive you for lying about your stutter. However, if you're planning on getting all up on this, I'm gonna need you to make some changes. The Goth thing was two years ago, so maybe lose the vampire makeup, and consider some tighter-fitting clothing. You've got the pow, and I believe you should work it more if we're gonna be an item!" Single-T Tina is gape-mouthed with silent, simmering outrage.
Smear back to the music room, where Mr. Schuester rises from his desk to apologize, "Hey, guys, I'm sorry to interrupt your little... sorority, but I couldn't help overhearing -- are you really having that much boy trouble?" Oh, ooops! Did I neglect to mention that Will's been sitting there eavesdropping on this intensely personal discussion this entire time? I did? My apologies, I'm sure, because I simply can't imagine why I would have overlooked that particular detail. Aside from the fact that it's, you know, CREEPY AS ALL HELL. What was he thinking? What the hell were they thinking, having this conversation while he's sitting three feet away from them? Auuuuuuuuugh! ANY-way, as The Glee Gals are taking his disturbing and deeply inappropriate presence in stride, I suppose I should, too, and blow past my disgust with the entire situation to note that Quinn just sighs that Mr. Schue will never understand because he's a guy, so Mr. Schue counters that perhaps they should consult Miss Pillsbury. "I tried that!" Rachel whimpers.