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Recapped by Demian · Aired 2011-02-15

In any event, Sue heaves a melodramatic sigh and flops back down against her pillows to moan, "I have nothing to live for!" Will, however, is having none of Sue's calculated self-pity, thank you very much, and with his undies by now thoroughly bunched up into a tremendous wad, he peeves, "You brought this upon yourself!" Sue does not deny that, and gifts us all with a mournful recounting of the Cheerios' humiliating misadventures at Regionals (or wherever) a couple of weeks ago until Will loses all patience with her and snaps, "Sue, you are nasty, manipulative, and petty!" Like that's such a bad thing. Sue, bless her, retorts, "You have more grease in your hair than the guy behind Wikileaks!" It's funny because it's true. Will vows not to "play backup" at Sue's "little pity party," and with that, he and Emma flounce from Sue's boudoir. So, this means he'll actually be playing backup at Sue's little pity party before the first commercial break, then? Thought so.

Back at the school, Lady Lips Von Bieberhausen greets Quinn in the hallway between classes with a sprightly peck on the cheek and asks, "So, I wanted to confirm our date this Friday at Color Me Mine?" Quinn: "You were serious about that?" Unfortunately, he was, and Quinn's face drops as she realizes tonight's script dictates her boyfriend fall back into his supposedly dweebish ways for the purposes of this evening's festivities. She gamely plasters a false smile on her face, though, and assures him she'll be there should nothing more pressing come up between now and the weekend. With that, she vanishes off towards her class, allowing Sam's voiceover free rein to gift us all with the following bits of insight into his mindset: "Things have been weird since Quinn got mono a couple of weeks ago. Everyone keeps telling me that she must have kissed Finn, but I believe it when she told me what really happened."

By Demian

And it just gets better when Brit-Brit herself wanders in from outdoors. "Hey!" Rachel snarls, powering on over to her. "I want my money back!" "I used it to pay a publicist," Brittany shrugs, absolutely on wrong side of sorry. "Jacob Ben Israel posted a photo," she explains, "and this website called The Sartorialist? Named me 'The Trendiest Girl In America.'" "But I'm trying to stage a comeback!" Rachel all but sobs, her overweening ambition cruelly thwarted yet again. "Okay," Brittany nods, "but what, exactly, are you coming back from?" Point to Brit-Brit. "Listen, Rachel," she continues as Rachel flounders about in front of her, "I'm gonna give you some tough love right now: You're not a trendsetter. When people look at you, they don't see what you're wearing -- they see a cat getting its temperature taken, and then they hear it screaming." Several additional points to Brit-Brit. "I'm really sorry," Brittany concludes, obviously not terribly sorry at all, "but I have to go -- I have an interview with Teen Vogue." Buuuuuuuurn!

Music Room. Mr. Schue stands in front of the class with a tense-looking Lauren, who clearly didn't get the memo regarding sexy schoolgirl-librarian chic, though that, of course, is not what's troubling her at the moment. With great fanfare, Mr. Schue announces that Lauren will be making her glee club solo debut that afternoon, and asks Lauren what she intends to sing. "Here's how I see it," she replies, momentarily conquering her nerves to toss out a bit of her familiar brass, "I know I'm the hottest bitch in this joint, and if I was a country, my flag would be a big fist giving the rest of the world the finger, and this would be my national anthem." Oh, so that's how she's tying it all into this week's theme, huh? Nice try, honey, but no. But perhaps I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Lauren orders Puck over to his axe, then calls upon Tina and Brittany to perform as her backup dancers. Evidently, this comes as no surprise to any of them, so I guess they extensively rehearsed this routine at some point in the last three minutes or so. Lauren lets out a tiny little high-pitched squeal of anxiety as the others take their places, then she calls out a count, and we're suddenly right in the middle of that early-'80s classic "I Know What Boys Like" by The Waitresses. See what I meant about Lauren's selection not being an anthem at all? Good.