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Here's what you missed last
week: Quinn's pregnant,
and Puck's the father, but
everybody thinks it's Finn.
You're a punk who doesn't
deserve to have Quinn
as his girlfriend.
Except for Quinn's parents,
who don't know anything...
at all.
They just know she's
in the Celibacy Club.
Well, call the Vatican!
We got ourselves another
immaculate conception.
And that's what you missed
on...
¶ Glee. ¶
(school bell ringing)
Ballad.
From Middle English, balade.
Who knows what
this word means?
It's a male duck.
Kurt.
A ballad is a love song.
Sometimes, but they don't
always express love.
Ballads are stories
set to music--
which is why they're
the perfect storm
of self-expression.
Stories and music are the way
we express feelings
that we can't get out
any other way.
Okay, now,
sectionals are in a few weeks
and there's a new rule
this year--
we have to perform...
a ballad.
Looks like my
weekly letter
to the Ohio Show
Choir Committee
finally paid off!
Okay. So here's our assignment
for the week:
I'm going to pair you off,
and I want you to pick a ballad
to sing to your partner.
Look them right in the eye,
find the emotion
you want to express,
and make them feel it.
I pick Quinn.
No, no, no.
Too easy.
Your partners will
be chosen by fate.
ALL: Ooh!
Ooh, yeah.
I put all your names
in this hat.
Whoever you choose
is your partner.
(whispering):
I bet the duck's
in the hat.
SANTANA:
But Matt's out
sick today.
He had to go to
the hospital,
'cause they found
a spider in his ear.
Um... I guess I'll just have
to put my name in the hat
for now.
Who's up first?
(drumming with hands)
Mercedes.
WILL:
All right.
Quinn.
Kurt.
(laughter)
Mr. Shue, I don't know if I can
do this with another guy.
The fates have spoken, Finn.
Other Asian.
Brittany.
(gasps)
How fitting.
Yay!
No way.
Looks like I get you,
Mr. Shue.
Uh... you know what?
Maybe we should just wait
until Matt gets back.
The fates talked,
Mr. Shue.
(laughter)
Would you mind clarifying
what kinds of songs
you want us to sing?
Why don't you let Mr. Schuester
and I demonstrate.
Brad, "Endless Love"
in B-flat, please.
It's my favorite duet.
I really don't think
that's an appropriate
song, Rachel.
Why? It's a great song,
and it's a perfect ballad.
Yeah. I really like
that song, Mr. Shue.
(laughter)
("Endless Love" intro playing)
¶ My love... ¶
KURT: I could totally sing
this song with Finn.
But screw him if he's thinks
he's taking the Diana Ross
part from me.
¶ The only thing
that's right... ¶
PUCK:
I love the days when
I don't wear underwear.
¶ My first love... ¶
FINN:
I never noticed how nice
Rachel's butt is.
Oh, crap, I think Quinn knows
I'm staring at it.
¶ You're every breath
that I take ¶
¶ You're every step I make ¶
¶ And I ¶
¶ I ¶
¶ I want to share ¶
¶ All my love with you ¶
¶ No one else will do ¶
¶ And your eyes ¶
¶ Your eyes, your eyes ¶
¶ They tell me
how much you care ¶
¶ Oh, yeah... ¶
RACHEL:
Wow.
I've never noticed this before,
because he's always trying
to destroy my career,
but Mr. Shue has really
pretty eyes.
¶ My endless love... ¶
And really nice teeth.
He's obviously invested
in good oral hygiene,
and that's important to me.
It shows wonderful self-esteem.
¶ I'll be that fool ¶
¶ For you ¶
¶ I'm sure ¶
WILL:
I don't like the way
she's looking at me.
Oh, I shouldn't have
sung this song to her.
Crap! She looks crazy
right now.
I know this look.
¶ Yes ¶
¶ You'll be the only one ¶
¶ Oh ¶
¶ 'Cause no ¶
¶ No one can't deny ¶
¶ This love I have inside ¶
¶ And I'll give it all to you ¶
¶ My love ¶
¶ My love, my love ¶
BOTH:
¶ My endless love. ¶
RACHEL:
Okay, this is amazing.
When I'm singing with him,
it's like I'm seeing him
for the first time.
And what I'm seeing is super...
super cute.
(song ends)
Okay.
Something like that.
(Will clears throat)
Sync by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com
Sweetie,
I' m so proud of you.
The Chastity Ball is
so important to your father.
QUINN:
God, I miss the firm support
of my polyester
Cheerios uniform!
The control panel hid
my baby bump perfectly.
That's odd.
We had this custom-made
a month ago.
I had a really big lunch
today at school.
Really big tacos.
No worries, sweetie.
I'll just take it down
to the tailor tomorrow.
We'll let it out
a little bit.
The problem here,
honey, is, you know,
I just don't think
you've been getting
enough exercise ever since
you quit the Cheerios.
Am I right?
Yeah.
Yeah. That's right.
I mean, you used to
spend hours
every day doing
backflips and high kicks,
and now, I mean, now you
spend all your free time
sitting on a stool in the dark
singing show tunes.
Do you know how many calories
you burn singing?
Hmm?
Not very many.
RUSSELL:
Judy!
Glenn Beck is on!
(gasps)
Oh! Wait. Hold on.
Hold on.
(laughing):
He's so...
Oh, I don't want
to see!
Daddy, it's not like
we're getting married.
I don't want-- oh.
Oh, look at you.
Speaking of getting married,
how's that boy
you've been dating?
Yeah. Yeah.
He's not, uh, pressuring
you at all, is he?
No!
No, he's a gentleman.
I'm glad to hear that.
Mm-hmm.
That's why
I'm inviting him over
for dinner on Sunday.
Oh!
Wonderful.
Refresher?
Honey, I don't want you
to lift a finger for me.
Tsk.
I'm your wife.
(chuckles)
My little lemon drop.
Oh!
I gotta go catch Glenn.
(clears throat)
(sighs)
(school bell ringing)
Mr. Schuester?
Yeah?
I just wanted to confirm
that we're set to
rehearse our ballad
at 4:00 sharp this afternoon.
Oh.
Isn't Matt back yet?
No, it's just...
you and me, all week long.
Great.
Well... I'll
see you at 4:00.
Is there something else?
I just wanted to
give you this.
Open it.
Gold stars are kind of
my signature thing.
I figure every time you wear it,
you can think of me
and the star you're
helping me become.
WILL:
It's happening...
again.
It always starts
with a novelty gift.
I mean, you can't blame her,
Will.
I mean, if we were going to rank
crushworthy teachers
at this school, you'd be
number one with a bullet.
Uh... well, I...
when did, when did this
start with Rachel?
We sang a duet in Glee Club--
"Endless Love."
Okay, in hindsight,
that was probably a mistake.
Yeah.
I can't handle going
through this again.
Sorry, going through, um,
going through what again?
Have I ever told you about...
Suzy Pepper?
So the alpacas start there
and, uh, travel down
towards Guatemala.
Suzy Pepper wasn't the first
schoolgirl crush,
but she was the hardest.
It happened
about two years ago,
before you were a teacher here.
Suzy was... unique.
Mr. Shue, how do you
conjugate the verb...
to love?
Peppers.
So you can wear them
and think of me--
Suzy Pepper.
I thought it would burn out
like the others,
but it only got worse.
(phone ringing)
(groans)
Hello?
(heavy breathing)
Who is it?
Who died?
(heavy breathing continues)
Suzy Pepper?
You knew it was me just
by the sound of my breath.
That's so romantic.
Listen, you little psycho,
this is Will's wife.
And if I don't get enough sleep,
my anti-depressants won't work,
and then I'll go crazy
and I'll kill you.
Terri...
Stop calling!
(sighs)
Can't you handle
anything, Will?
Terri was right--
(school bell ringing)
or so I thought.
I decided to be honest
with Suzy,
face this head-on.
Okay. How'd that go?
(over earpiece):
¶ How easy ¶
(crying)
(thud)
(groans)
¶ It would be to show me
how you feel ¶
¶ More than words ¶
¶ Is all you have to do
to make it real ¶
¶ Then you wouldn't
have to say ¶
¶ That you... ¶
It was the world's
hottest pepper.
She had it shipped
from Sinaloa,
Mexico.
Oh, no.
Oh, gosh. What happened to her?
Well, the ambulance arrived
just in time.
The pepper burned holes
in her esophagus.
And she was in a medically
induced coma for three days.
That's why I can't just
tell Rachel to back off.
These girls are too fragile.
Wow. Okay.
How about this?
Why don't you take
your own advice.
Right? Do what you
told the kids to do.
If you're... if you're
feeling awkward
telling Rachel
how you feel,
then why don't you, um,
you know, sing it to her?
Let her down gently.
And don't wear that tie.
¶ Bum bum ¶
¶ Bah bah. ¶
Yeah.
Sing to me everything you feel.
Okay.
Uh...
I can't. I can't.
I can't sing to a dude.
You have to try.
I can't, okay!
I can't!
I'm sick and tired
of people pushing me
to be somebody I'm not.
Your lashing out at me
is fantastically compelling
and inappropriate.
Dude, I'm sorry.
You're really awesome, Kurt.
I...
I'm just under
a load of crap right now.
Girls.
They're your problem.
They're up,
they're down.
Girls.
(sighs)
It's the baby.
She's my daughter, and...
there's so many things
I want to say to her,
and I'm never going
to be able to.
Like what?
Well...
like how I don't
want her to think
that her father
just abandoned her.
How I would do
anything for her.
How, no matter what I do,
I'm always thinking about her.
How I'm going to spend
my whole life loving her,
and she's never even
going to know.
You got to let it out.
How?
By singing.
"I'll Stand By You"
by the Pretenders.
It's in your
wheelhouse,
and I know you know
it from the radio
because it's a classic.
And you do well
with the classics,
especially in the
soft rock mode.
Yeah, I do like
that song, but...
how is it going to make me
feel better again?
By singing it out.
To the audience.
Imagine your
little girl
sitting there.
Thank God I never missed
a piano lesson.
(playing "I'll Stand By You"
intro)
¶ Oh ¶
¶ Why you look so sad? ¶
¶ Tears are in your eyes ¶
¶ Come on and come to me now ¶
¶ When the night falls on you ¶
¶ You don't know what to do ¶
¶ Nothing you confess ¶
¶ Could make me love you less ¶
¶ I'll stand by you ¶
(full band joins in)
¶ I'll stand by you ¶
¶ Won't let nobody hurt you ¶
¶ I'll stand by you ¶
¶ Take me in
into your darkest hour ¶
¶ And I'll never desert you ¶
¶ I'll stand by you ¶
¶ I'll stand by you ¶
¶ Won't let nobody hurt you ¶
¶ I'll stand by you. ¶
Finn, what's going on?
What are you doing?
Uh, nothing.
Were you just singing
to a sonogram?
Uh-huh.
Is Quinn pregnant?
(sobbing):
Mom.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Shh, shh, shh.
I screwed up, Mom.
It's going to be okay.
I'm so sorry.
Shh, shh, shh.
I can't believe
told your mom.
What if she
tells my mom?
No, she's not.
Half the school knows.
Your mom knows.
Who else do you
want to tell? Huh?
But she's not going
to tell anybody.
You're wrong, I'm right.
I'm smart, you're dumb.
All this baby drama
is making my rosacea act up.
I know.
I just feel bad for them,
having to go through this
on their own.
Let me see what I can do.
I'll report back later.
QUINN:
No, you're wrong,
I'm right.
I'm right, okay?
She doesn't talk
to other moms.
How do you explain her
constant irritation with you?
It's because she's a girl.
No, I think it's the
pregnancy hormones or something.
They make her kind of nuts.
It's enough to want
to give up women altogether.
(chuckles)
Yeah.
Anyway, thanks
for the advice
about singing
to the baby like that.
Uh, worked like a charm.
I owe you one, dude.
(pats arm)
KURT:
Okay, I'll admit it.
I'm madly in love with Finn.
I have been
since the first time we met.
Dude.
Impulse control.
He was my knight
in shining armor.
My feelings lingered stronger
as we bonded over Glee.
Then football.
Then skin care.
Your T zone is
dangerously dry.
Your... your T zone.
Oh.
Twice a day.
It's very mild and has
a built-in sunblock.
Cool.
Thanks, man.
I don't know why
I find his stupidity charming.
I mean, he's cheating
off a girl
who thinks the square root
of four is rainbows.
I guess that's love for you.
WILL:
Hey.
Eyes on your own paper.
I know it seems weird that
I'm helping Finn with Quinn,
but rest assured,
it's all part of a master plan.
No matter what I do or how much
I assist him with his ballad,
she's going to end up
disappointing him
and breaking his heart.
And then... he'll be crying
into my shoulder pads.
(bell rings)
Okay. So I'm really excited.
I have picked
a medley of songs
that's going to be
a fantastic teaching tool
about how to sing
a great ballad.
Why is Miss Pillsbury here?
Uh...
um, well, I...
I, too, am very curious
about the power of the ballad.
You know, I'm thinking of doing
some career counseling in song.
Emma, want to just...?
S.A.T. prep...
Yeah.
Yeah.
Okay.
Rachel,
this is a mash-up
of "Young Girl" by Gary Puckett
and the Union Gap
and the 1980
Police classic,
"Don't Stand
So Close to Me."
And I want you to listen
very closely to the lyrics
because I really mean
what I'm singing.
Really listen.
Okay.
(music plays)
¶ Young teacher, the subject ¶
¶ Of schoolgirl fantasy ¶
¶ She wants him so badly ¶
¶ Knows what she wants to be ¶
¶ With all the charms
of a woman ¶
¶ Ooh, ooh, ooh ¶
¶ You've kept the secret
of your youth ¶
¶ Ah, ah, ah ¶
¶ Book marking,
she's so close now ¶
¶ This girl is half his age ¶
¶ Don't stand ¶
¶ Don't stand so ¶
¶ Don't stand so close to me ¶
¶ Young girl,
you're out of your mind ¶
¶ Your love for me
is way out of line ¶
¶ Better run, girl ¶
¶ You're much too young, girl ¶
¶ Temptation, frustration ¶
¶ So bad it makes him cry ¶
¶ Beneath your perfume
and makeup ¶
¶ Ooh, ooh, ooh ¶
¶ You're just a baby
in disguise ¶
¶ Ah, ah, ah ¶
¶ Get out of here ¶
¶ Before you have the time
to change your mind ¶
¶ 'Cause I'm afraid ¶
¶ You'll go too far ¶
¶ Don't stand ¶
¶ Don't stand so ¶
¶ Don't stand so close to me ¶
¶ Young girl,
you're out of your mind ¶
¶ Your love for me
is way out of line ¶
¶ Better run, girl ¶
¶ Don't stand ¶
¶ Don't stand so ¶
¶ Don't stand so close to me ¶
¶ You're much too young, girl. ¶
(both sigh)
So, Rachel,
do you think
you understood the message
I was trying to get across
with that ballad?
Yes. It means I'm very young,
and it's hard for you
to stand close to me.
(sighs)
Um, no, um...
Emma, would you mind
helping me out here?
Um, was that the message
that you got?
You're a a very good performer.
He's very good.
RACHEL:
Well, I for one
can't wait to go
home and work
on a medley of my own
for tomorrow,
because this lesson
has given me...
a lot to think about.
No, Rachel, that
really wasn't the...
You...
Bravo.
Thanks for coming
over, Kurt.
I know you're into fashion
and that kind of stuff.
And I need to find
something nice to wear
to the Fabrays'
for dinner, so...
I couldn't be more
pleased and honored
to help you find something
vintage and appropriate to wear.
Here it is.
My mom never had the heart
to throw this stuff out.
(chuckles)
Here, hang on to that
for the next time
Puck throws you
in the Dumpster.
My dad's the same way.
My mom died ten years ago,
and he still keeps
her toothbrush on the
holder by their sink.
The broken dresser
in their room
still smells like her perfume.
I know it's stupid, but
sometimes I'll sneak in there
and open all the drawers
and lie on the floor
and close my eyes
and just smell her.
That's not stupid.
I guess in a way, I'm lucky
I never knew him, you know?
(chuckles)
Check this out.
Not half bad.
(chuckles)
Your father had
good taste.
I can't believe it fits.
Uh, thanks.
My father was brave enough
to fight in some desert
thousands of miles away,
and I can't even go
over to Dudley Road
and tell the
Fabrays the truth.
Your father didn't charge
into the breach empty-handed.
He had a weapon.
You think
I should bring a gun?
N-No, I think you should
use your greatest weapon--
your voice.
(sighs)
Hey, sweetie, I'm home.
Something smells good.
(sighs)
Oh, thanks.
RACHEL:
You're welcome.
Casserole's
almost ready.
Hope you like
venison.
Why did you even let her
in the house?
'Cause she said she was
one of your Glee kids.
It didn't take me five minutes
to realize
she's in love with you.
She asked if she could
see your baby pictures.
What, so now you're making her
clean our bathroom?
Look, Will, I have been dealing
with these schoolgirl
crushes for years.
So why shouldn't I get a
little something out of it?
Do you have any more Ajax?
Oh, in the linen closet,
sweetie.
(mouthing)
This is immoral,
Terri.
No, honey, you know
what's immoral?
Is me having to deal with the
fact that my husband spends
all day with young girls who are
perkier and younger than I am.
I have a rash on my belly
from that cocoa butter
that your mother sent me.
Do you have any idea
how much it burns when I sweat?
I can't scrub the floors
as hard as she can.
Baby, if it's that bad,
you have to let me see it.
It might
be infected.
What, so now
I'm going to show you
the bleeding pustules
on my skin?
Wow, yeah, no,
that's not going to send you
into the loving arms
of some teenage ***.
For the last time,
I am not having an affair
with any of my students,
and you are not allowed to turn
one of them into your slave
because you have this irrational
fear of me leaving you.
But why not, huh,
if it's win-win for everyone?
Look, she's a really good cook.
(groans)
Try it.
Where are you going?
I'm taking Rachel home.
Can you ask her to dust the
blinds in the craft room first?
RACHEL:
Mr. Schuester?
Yes, Rachel?
Why do I have to sit
in the backseat?
Um, it's the law.
Children have to
ride in the back.
Children under seven.
Well, I'm just concerned
for your safety.
Really?
Um... no,
not really.
I think we should take advantage
of this golden alone time
and practice our ballad.
That would be great,
but I don't have
any music
in the car.
It's okay, I made us a CD.
Oh.
¶ Ah, crush ¶
¶ Ah ¶
¶ I see you blowin' me a kiss ¶
¶ It doesn't take a scientist ¶
¶ To understand
what's going on, baby... ¶
(turns music off)
It wasn't finished.
Yeah, well, the acoustics
are horrible in the car.
Put your seat
belt back on.
So... how's it
going with Puck?
Are you guys still
seeing each other?
I broke things off.
He was too
immature,
as are all the boys
in high school.
I need a man
who can keep up with me
intellectually and creatively.
Well, that's a tough road
for most high school boys.
That's why I have
my sights set much higher.
Stay away from him.
You're going to get hurt bad.
You can't threaten me,
Pepper.
I'm not afraid of you.
You should be.
Oh, you're on the second floor?
Oh, you're right above me.
Girl, you?
I am a hot damn mess.
I found out today
that my hamster is pregnant
in biology class,
and I just started weeping.
No, no, I think
that's a great idea.
We're supposed to be rehearsing.
I'm talking to Tina.
I'll hit you back.
This is bad, dude.
All our ballads
are terrible
'cause we're all
so distracted.
We're all worried about Finn
and Quinn and Babygate.
We can't even sing
about our emotions
'cause we're so worried
about theirs.
Who cares?
Um, we all do,
so we decided we're all going
to sing them a ballad
to show that we got
their backs.
Are you kidding me?
There's no way I'm
singing to them.
(groans)
It's not fair.
Finn gets everything.
He gets the sympathy,
he gets the girl.
What is your problem?
Finn's not the father.
I am.
What?
All right, look.
You need to get something
through your Mohawk real quick.
You're the baby's daddy.
It takes a hell
of a lot more
to be a father, and that
role's already been cast.
because Quinn chose Finn,
and you need
to accept that and move on
'cause you have no business
messing up that girl's life
any more
than you already have.
You need to back off.
You owe her
at least that much.
Mmm, it's a lovely ham.
Thank you.
There is no beating
Judy's ham.
(laughs)
Well, I cure
all my own meats.
I'd like to propose a toast.
QUINN:
Daddy.
No.
Russell
and his famous toasts.
(Russell chuckles)
The Fabrays
are a tight-knit family.
I have been blessed
with a loving wife,
two remarkable
daughters.
My first married
a wonderful Christian man
who owns his own
chain of UPS stores.
My second daughter--
little Quinnie--
we are just so proud of her.
Captain of the Cheerios.
President of the Celibacy Club.
(heart thumping)
I got a little peek
at the dress.
I'm certain she's a shoo-in
for princess of the...
She is.
(chuckles)
But tonight
we are very glad to welcome
her new friend--
quarterback, no less.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Uh... too much pop.
Oh, wait, it's right through
the kitchen, sweetheart.
He wears a helmet
when he plays, right?
He's just intimidated
by you, Daddy.
(panting)
(phone ringing)
Well, hello, Finn Hudson.
I'm at the Fabrays
and I'm freaking out.
What does
a heart attack feel like?
Settle down, cowboy.
This is why we burned the disc
and spent all that time
rehearsing.
I can't do it.
Yes, you can.
Just remember the power
of the ballad.
I have to go;
they'll think I'm pooping.
(exhales)
(martial arts grunting)
Ha!
(panting)
That's my kitchen radio.
Yeah, I need to borrow it.
Finn, what's this?
Well, we have this assignment
in Glee Club to sing a ballad.
They're all
about expressing
the things you can't find
any other way to say.
Oh, God, Finn, don't.
Please don't.
No, I need to do this
for both of us.
(Paul Anka's
"You're Having My Baby" playing)
¶ You're having my baby ¶
¶ What a lovely way of saying
how much you love me ¶
¶ You're having my baby ¶
¶ What a lovely way of saying ¶
¶ What you're thinking of me ¶
¶ I can see it ¶
¶ Your face is glowing ¶
¶ I can see it in your eyes ¶
¶ I'm happy you know it ¶
¶ That you're having my baby ¶
¶ You're the woman I love ¶
¶ And I love
what it's doing to you ¶
¶ You're having my baby ¶
¶ You're a woman in love
and I love ¶
¶ What's going through you ¶
¶ The need inside you ¶
¶ I see it showing ¶
¶ Whoa, the seed ¶
¶ Inside you, baby... ¶
(turns music off)
There must be
some sort of mistake here.
Quinnie,
we raised you right.
You... you did.
We didn't even have sex.
I'm sorry. Can we just stop
with the lying, please?
But I...
When you were about
five years old,
I took you and your sister down
to an Indians game.
All the other dads
brought their sons,
but my two girls
were enough for me.
Daddy.
Your sister made it
through the whole game,
but you fell asleep in my lap.
I kept hoping nothing
exciting would happen,
'cause I didn't want
the crowd to get too loud--
...wake you up.
Didn't matter.
You stayed asleep in my arms
till the game ended.
Daddy, I'm so sorry.
(sighs)
You need to leave.
Wait.
Please, Daddy can we
talk about this?
Finn is a good guy.
He loves me.
You, too.
Get out of my house.
You can't do that.
She didn't do anything wrong.
Please, Mrs. Fabray,
do something.
Don't bother, Finn.
(crying)
If she wanted to do something,
she would've
when she found out
that I was pregnant.
You knew?
I-- no.
She didn't tell me anything.
But you knew.
And I needed you.
I needed my mom.
And you were so scared
of what he would do
if he found out
you just pushed it aside
like we do
every bad feeling in this house.
If you don't talk about it,
it doesn't exist.
Now do not turn this on us!
You are the
disappointment here!
Why?
Because I'm not a little girl
anymore?
Because I made a mistake?
Who are you?
I don't recognize you at all.
I'm your daughter.
Who loves you.
And who knows this must
be really hard for you,
but I just need my daddy
to hold me,
and tell me that it's
going to be okay.
Please.
(crying)
(sobbing)
Judy!
(sighs)
Honey, how many times
have I told you,
you gotta turn these T-shirts
right side out before you...
Um...
Mom, Quinn's parents
threw her out.
Could she stay here
for a couple of days?
Yeah, of course she can.
Honey, you can stay here
as long as you want.
Hey, Barbra Streisand,
we need to have
a little talk.
I have nothing to say
to you, Pepper.
If you continue to stalk me,
I'll press charges.
Everyone knows
what you are.
You're the school crazy.
I was crazy.
Crazy in love.
There's nothing you can say
that's going to change
the way I feel
about Mr. Schuester.
Ours is a love for the ages.
Your threats will just make
our love grow stronger.
Let me tell you a few things
I learned
from two years
of intense psychotherapy
and an esophagus transplant.
Lesson number one:
You and Shue? It won't work.
What do you mean?
We're not so different,
you and me.
We're both mildly
attractive
and extremely grating.
Love is hard for us.
We look for boys we know
we can never have.
Mr. Shue is a perfect target
for our self-esteem
issues:
He can never reciprocate
our feelings,
which only reinforces
the conviction
that we're not worthy
of being loved.
Trust me.
I'm a cautionary tale.
You need to find some
self-respect, Rachel.
Get that mildly attractive
groove back.
Mr. Schuester, I'm ready
when you are!
The ballad I've selected
has an important message
that I'm anxious
for you to hear.
Rachel, I'm sorry,
I'm going to have to stop you.
The way you've been acting
is totally inappropriate.
I'm your teacher, Rachel,
and I'm sorry,
but that's all
I'm ever going to be.
I know.
I...
brought these for you
as an apology.
And the song I was
going to sing was,
"Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest
Word" by Elton John,
'cause I know
how much you love it.
I'm such an idiot.
Mooning over you
and cleaning your apartment...
Hey.
It's okay.
I know it's not always
easy for you, Rachel.
And I know that there are
some things about yourself
that you think
you'd like to change.
(sniffling)
But you should know that
there is some boy out there
who's going to like you
for everything you are.
Including those parts of you
that even you don't like.
Those are going to be
the things he likes the most.
Thanks, Mr. Shue.
What do you say
we ditch rehearsal today?
(chuckles)
I've got to be honest, Rachel,
you've never really needed
much help with your ballads.
You've been knocking them out
of the park since day one.
Do you like them?
They're great.
So they just kicked her out?
Yeah.
Gave her half an hour to pack.
Father set the timer
on the microwave.
I'm sorry.
I guess my plan
kind of sucked.
No, uh, this is good.
No more secrets.
You know, everything's
out there--
all the feelings.
And that's better, right?
Yes. Better.
Good.
All right, well, uh,
let's work on your ballad.
You were really helpful
when I was trying to find mine.
So what is it?
"I Honestly Love You."
Sounds awesome.
I don't know the song,
or whatever,
but it sounds positive
and nice and stuff.
MERCEDES:
Hey, you two.
We need to go
to the choir room.
Why?
Because there's something
we want to give you and Quinn.
Is there a cake?
No, there's no cake.
QUINN: Oh.
MERCEDES: Be quiet
and sit down.
Hi, Quinn.
Do you know
what's going on?
Your fellow Glee Club members
want to sing a song
for you guys
to let you know
how they feel about you.
What are you
going to sing?
Just listen.
The song says everything.
¶ Hum ¶
("Lean On Me" begins)
¶ hum-hum-hum-hum ¶
¶ Hum-hum-hum-hum ¶
¶ Hum-hum-hum-hum ¶
ARTIE: ¶ Hold on ¶
¶ Sometimes in our lives ¶
¶ We all have pain ¶
¶ We all have sorrow ¶
¶ But if we are wise ¶
¶ We know that
there's always tomorrow ¶
ALL:
¶ Lean on me ¶
¶ When you're not strong ¶
¶ And I'll be your friend ¶
¶ I'll help you carry on ¶
¶ For it won't be long ¶
¶ Till I'm gonna need
somebody to lean on ¶
¶ Just lean on me ¶
¶ Call on your brother ¶
¶ Hey ¶
¶ When you need a friend ¶
¶ We all need somebody
to lean on ¶
ARTIE:
¶ Somebody to lean on ¶
ALL:
¶ I just might have a problem ¶
¶ That you'll understand ¶
¶ We all need somebody
to lean on ¶
¶ Lean on me ¶
ARTIE:
¶ Oh, oh if there is a load ¶
¶ There's a load ¶
¶ You have to face ¶
¶ You have to face ¶
¶ That you can't carry ¶
¶ I am right up the road ¶
¶ I'll share your load ¶
¶ If you just call me ¶
¶ Call me ¶
¶ I'm calling ¶
¶ Call me ¶
¶ When you need a friend ¶
¶ Call me ¶
¶ Call me ¶
¶ Call me ¶
¶ Call me ¶
¶ When you need a friend ¶
¶ Call me ¶
¶ Any time of day ¶
¶ Call me ¶
¶ Ooh, it won't be long ¶
¶ Till I'm gonna need ¶
¶ Somebody to lean on ¶
¶ Lean on, lean on me ¶
¶ Lean on, lean on ¶
¶ Lean on me ¶
¶ Lean on me ¶
¶ Lean on, lean on ¶
¶ Hey, hey, hey ¶
¶ Lean on me ¶
¶ You can lean on me ¶
¶ I'm gonna need somebody
to lean on ¶
¶ Gonna need somebody
to lean on ¶
¶ Hey... ¶
¶ Somebody to lean on. ¶
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