*COLLAPSES IN RELIEF*
THREE TO EIGHT MONTHS OF SWEET, SWEET RELIEF STARTS NOW.
PEACEFUL, HAPPY AND VALIDATED KLAINE FOR THE WIN.
(also for the win: the first sweet Klaine scenes that have not been spoiled for me out of context in .gif form since the proposal. I reacted with complete and utter appropriateness, which is to say screaming and flailing and generally being a madhouse of oh god oh god oh god I FORGOT HOW AMAZING IT IS TO FEEL LIKE YOUR ENTIRE BEING COULD JUST EXPLODE INTO CONFETTI FROM PURE SHIPPY JOY!)
I just -- I just -- I didn't even watch All of Me yet; I'm saving that as a treat now that I know it's worthwhile (though I have listened to it on YouTube), I was so impatient to get the good stuff. And oh good lord. The steps -- the steps! Despite the fact that I almost threw up from nerves (true story, the Worst Realistic Case Scenario I had cooked up in my head was Kurt suggesting he needed a break, not a breakup, but to leave the New York Blaine scene for a while and follow Rachel to L.A.), that whole thing was just the perfect blend of emotional intensity and funny quips.
(No, but really, Blaine babbling "thank you thank you thank you" and clinging to Kurt in relief pretty much broke my heart, in the most spectacular way, even while it was doing circus flips of happiness. And Kurt, baby, come here and let me love you. I'm not sorry for doubting you, but I'm still proud of you stepping up and returning to your Eternity Promising roots. Now with extra wisdom and maturity on the nature of how relationships can be challenged without being destroyed. By god, I think they might have actually turned a corner on that whole communication thing they've been so bad at!)
And the showcase! I about fainted when June was genuinely impressed by Blaine's mortifyingly awful showcase-hijacking antics (WORST SONG CHOICE SINCE "FIGHTER," SIR. Not coincidentally, in part because it too was a song Mercedes would have sounded amazing on and deserved to have). I was so sure she was going to use her big stage smile to yank Blaine close and hiss about how he is FINISHED in this town and so are every last one of his friends. Still not convinced I didn't just block that memory out, because my memory of the scene makes no sense.
I mean, I kinda got the sense that it was going to be happy ending, given the joyful sound of "Pompeii," even though I could only guess it was the closer. (still deciding how much I love Pompeii. I am expecting to love it a lot before long, but I fell in love with the original not too long ago and it's still on my current go-to playlist, so I'm still defensive of the all-important British accents). But still. THIS JOY. UNEXPECTED*
(let's not even talk about the inhuman screeching sound I made at the sight of Kurt & Blaine all cuddled up on the couch. YES GOOD THAT IS GOOD THAT IS THE ENTIRE BASIS OF MY HOPES AND DREAMS FOR THEM ON SCREEN)
*True to form, I did not watch any scenes except Klaine-inclusive ones that did not also involve Brittany, but I did accidentally land on Sam and Mercedes long enough to see them, dare I say it aloud, breaking up yet again? At which point I legit yelled, through my keyboard anyway,
"HOLD UP DID YOU JUST -- PRAISE! PRAISE BE TO THE TRUE NEW FINCHEL," deflecting all the heartbreak off Klaine and taking it in the nads time and again so that Kurt and Blaine can reap the benefits of being the A couple with none of the risk, apparently!)
[insert awkward shameless Sue Heck dance.gif]
I'm so freaking happy about this that endgame or not -- and you can have your endgame if I don't have to see it play out in episodes anymore -- I don't even care if that means we have to make Sam a cheater and spread the vile myth that expecting a man to be in a relationship without sex before marriage is somehow "unfair." I will support both of those things with public activism if it means Sam can hook up with pretty ladies again.
*pause* ...or go back to McKinley? IDK what these feelings of mine are right now. Part of me is like YASSSSS CONTINUE TO USURP FINN'S LIFE AND SHOW US HOW GOOD THAT CHARACTER COULD HAVE BEEN (sorry Cory), and part of me is like "but but but Blaine!" How can you leave him behind? DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE THE TURK AND J.D. OF GLEE OR.
P.S. EVERYONE IS SAYING THAT I'M SUPPOSED TO TAKE THAT LAST SCENE AS BLAINE MOVING BACK IN WHERE HE BELONGS AND I JUST, I JUST, I CANNOT HOLD ANY MORE HAPPINESS TONIGHT. MY HEART IS AT CAPACITY.
MY CAPSLOCK IS PROBABLY NOT.
Yeah, definitely not. Because I just remembered how they wrote Santana out of this finale at the last second and SWEET ENOLA GAY, YOU CAN'T EVEN COMPREHEND WHAT HUGE PERCENT MORE HAPPY I SOMEHOW AM WHEN I REALIZE THAT ON TOP OF ALL THIS OTHER JOY, WE AVOIDED A HUGE MOOD/SCENE-KILLER.
In conclusion: happy happy happy happy to infinity...AND BEYOND!
tl;dr this post really earned its "feelings explosion" tag, so WATCH OUT!