...invades Principal Figgins's office to shout, "You can't discriminate against my kid because of his sex, religion, political affiliation, or the fact that he's as queer as a three-dollar bill, and I won't accept it!" Figgins reminds Mr. Hummel that Glee Club is neither an academic nor an athletic school offering, but rather an arts program, and as such, Will's judgments are allowed to be subjective. Burt's not having it. "You put on a blindfold," he challenges them, "and listen to my kid sing, and you will swear you're hearing Ronnie Spector." Hee! I wonder who on the writing staff was the first to notice that about Chris Colfer, because it's kinda true. Anyway, as Burt Hummel is, as previously noted, an awesome father, he's willing to go to the mat for Kurt, but Will -- go figure -- suddenly agrees that Kurt should be given as much of a chance as Rachel. To that end, in a series of intercut shots bouncing between the ongoing negotiations in Principal Figgins's office and Mr. Schuester explaining the situation to the temporarily wheelchair-bound kids a bit later in the music room, Kurt and Rachel will compete against each other for the privilege of singing "Defying Gravity" at Sectionals, with the ten other members of the Glee Club voting on which singer offers the best interpretation. Rachel's worried it'll turn into some gruesome popularity contest in which she of course will end up the hideous loser, but Kurt wheels his elegantly attired self to the front of the room to lead the others in a vow to cast their votes for the best singer, period. There's a momentary snag when Britney needs help finding her right hand, but the others agree, and with that, the bell rings, summoning them all to their next class. Rachel hangs back long enough to wheel her mortally offended self over to Mr. Schuester's kneecaps, whereupon she melodramatically snipes, "Maybe one of these days you'll find a way to create teaching moments without ruining my life!" before she executes a perfectly turned wheelchair flounce into the next commercial break.
Back from the break, Principal Figgins compliments Will on the whole wheel-yourself-a-mile-in-Artie's-chair consciousness-raising exercise currently in progress, which leads Will to complain that the school has but one wheelchair-accessible entrance, and "it's all the way on the far end of campus." Long story short, he argues that McKinley needs more ramps, but Sue -- for some bizarre reason also present at this meeting -- strenuously objects. "Those are what I call 'Lazy-Makers,'" she quips, noting that in her opinion, ramps "discourage our able-bodied students from getting their proper exercise by using the stairs." Both Will and Sue then ask an excellent question regarding Sue's apparently pointless presence at the meeting. Unfortunately, they receive an entirely convoluted explanation from Principal Figgins that serves only to further Sue's particular conundrum this evening, and the long and the short of the entire mess is this: Tangible school improvements like additional wheelchair ramps cost money, but consciousness-raising exercises in "inspiration" are free, so Sue's going to take a page from Will's book and hold open auditions for Quinn's replacement on The Cheerios, despite the fact that The Cheerios had always been invitation-only up to this point. Will, of course, is to monitor the process to ensure every student participating receives a fair evaluation. Sue's outrage is surprisingly low-key, but it's cutting nonetheless. "Let me break this down for you," she explains, simmering. "There comes a point when you've got to stop seeing people for what they look like, and ask them to show you what they can do -- and as soon as a cheerleader rolls herself out onto the field in a wheelchair, she becomes decidedly less effective at cheering people up! It's just a fact!" Figgins doesn't even bother to concede that she might have a point, and instead lays down the law: The massive plot contrivance will proceed as previously dictated. "Maybe somebody at this school will surprise you!" he cheerily concludes. Sue stares at him like he's just farted in her hair.