I loved this episode, but if Terri's obnoxious sister and that creepy blog kid fell off a cliff next week it could only help things. Both pregnancy stories are wearing thin for me.
"Hate On Me" owned "No Air," in every way. Sorry white kids.
Artie continues to be my very favorite, despite his sum total of 10 minutes screen time so far.
The flunking of the Cheerios was awesome, and I noticed the three Will didn't flunk happened to be Quinn, Santana, and Swiss Miss, the three in Glee. Oh, Will.
I'm not really sympathetic to Quinn and her plight, but that final number was beautiful.
I love Sue, a whole lot, but even if I hated her I'd have to admit she had a point about how Will is handling Glee Club. It shouldn't always be Finn and Rachel trading moony looks and holding hands and singing the songs while the rest of the kids sway and "ooh" in the background. They're the leads of the show, so I don't mind them getting the bulk of the storyline and plot etc., but show choirs are still choirs; there may be solos or ensembles, but the goal is still a choral sound. New Directions needs to get whoever is doing Vocal Adrenaline's arrangements, because they have it down; everybody sings together. Plus, I just plain want to hear more from everyone else. That impromptu jam session thingy this week was one of my favorite numbers so far.