Oh, c’mon, like your darkest hour was anywhere near as dark as a public hate-outing,” scoffs Kurt, and for a second I want to squash his head like a small, gooey insect. “So you got pregnant at sixteen, got disowned by your right-wing fundamentalist family and spent some indeterminate amount of time pregnant and homeless before getting kicked around various baby daddies’ family dwellings out of sheer unemotional obligation, and THEN after giving up your baby went into a deep, dark pit of goth-y post-partum depression verging on psychosis that no one picked up or intervened on, despite your somebody please notice I’m dying inside makeover. No, you couldn’t possibly understand real pain and humiliation like being gaybashed.
If Nick outing Dave at his new school was so clearly seen as a dire and threatening event, why was Finn’s outing of Santana treated so lightly it could be resolved with a few songs?
And with “Glee,” you can always count on the writers to screw things up whenever they threaten to get good. Like how did the story of Santana’s coming out — marvelously acted by Naya Rivera — get drowned in the repercussion-free hideousness of Finn’s involvement?