Rachel goes home to wait for her callback. She waits. And waits, and waits, and waits. Luckily, Kurt is there to look hot as all get-out and bake cookies and be her best gay. I told you guys this was going to happen. Remember back when SJP joined this show? I told you she was going to Stanford Blatch Kurt. I told you she was going to bring the Sex and the City curse with her and Kurt was going to be dark-side hexed into Rachel’s sexless, fashionable man-servant. But ha, SJP! Ha ha ha! The joke’s on you because even your boner-killing gay-accessorizing cannot squash the perfectness of Kurt Hummel! Even with only two lines of dialogue and one very amazing moment of stress eating a cookie like a chipmunk strung out on Ritalin he is the best one. Seriously, though, I do not understand why this show is withholding Kurt and Santana from us. I know Chris Colfer wrote and directed and produced and edited and acted in a movie and wrote a novel and went on a book tour, and so he needed a little more freedom in his schedule, but surely he had enough time/energy to do more than bake some cookies every third episode. And there’s no reason Naya Rivera keeps getting sidelined either. I mean, they’re kind of the best things about this show. Everyone worships them because they’re heaven. And it’s like the more disgruntled we get, the more the show withholds them. It’s maddening! And infuriating! And it’s why all my whiskey is almost all gone!