The gig ends, and Baz tells Laurel it's time for "initiation." The rite involves copious amounts of pancakes. Mmmmm... nomnomnitiation. Justin texts Laurel to ask if she's coming over, but Baz refuses to let Laurel take a rain check, and she agrees to go along.

Chamberlin house. Alec and Rebeccannie flirt over a glass of wine. He says he had a great night but should probably head home. She invites him to stay but realizes he might have some explaining to do with his kids. Speaking of which, what has he told them about his relationship with Rebeccannie. He tries to turn it back on her, all, "What are we doing." She says, "I asked you first." He gets sheepish for the first time maybe ever, telling her, "I knew you in high school. Turns out I really didn't know you at all. Now here we are, with the chance to get to know each other now." She says invitingly, "I know one way we could do that." (Wear a condom!)

Rebeccannie catches Annie sneaking out on his walk of shame the next morning. He calls it that much, then catches himself and assures her it's just an expression. She asks, "So we're okay?" He tells her they're better than okay. She (strategically) reveals one of her cards, saying that he must know now why she showed up after all these years -- for him. Alec tells her, "You got me," and they kiss. Why is he not completely freaked out by that? Two theories: 1.) He is just as cold and calculating as she is about their "sudden" and "spontaneous" reunion... 2.) She's really good in bed. Those theories are not mutually exclusive.

Justin's love shack. Laurel figures she could sneak out for a while amid all the Sutton melee. She wonders if he's mad that she blew him off for her band mates. He insists he's not, then pointedly tells her he went to see her play. He fills her in on his run-in with Ted and pushes again to come clean about their relationship. She tells him it's a really bad time to be a boyfriend on Ted's bad side and insists their secret romance is working just fine for the time being. He claims they see each other less, so she's all, well then let's not waste sexytimes with all this talking nonsense. Cue the emo rock equivalent of "Bow chicka wow-wow."