Okay, we're moving slower than Jonah hill trying to get out of the bathtub. And everyone is staring. Yeah, at our hotness. You know, I never thanked you for making me come clean with my mom. I'm going to the Brooklyn film academy because of you. Besides, we both know that the raw, And to thank you, I want to take you to Breadstix. Besides, we both know that the raw, animal attraction between us is undeniable. Did you really just say that? No wonder Tina broke up with you. And Brittany and Sugar and the girl in the wheelchair with the disturbingly massive boobs. And PS, I hate Breadstix. Okay, well, there's a carnival in town. That could be fun. Yeah, if you want to trust your life to toothless carnies who operate the rides. So is that a yes or a no? Artie, we've been friends for a long time, so I'm just gonna ask, are you and Kitty an item? What? No. I mean, yes. I mean, maybe. I'm unclear. It's sort of this secret affair we're not really supposed to talk about. Yes! I knew it! Why? Why can't you? Lower your voice, Tina. Because Kitty's uncomfortable with people knowing she's dating... Someone who wears glasses who's in a wheelchair who's in glee club? Where's your self-respect? Tina, I know you're trying to help. Like, at least I think you are. So I'm gonna say thank you. But butt the hells out Okay, guys week one of our Beatles fest has been epic. I think we've really unpacked what made the fab four such a instant sensation, I want to turn to their oft-ignored middle period. Mr. Shue, would you say that the early Beatles looked out for each other even when they didn't want to be looked out for? - Oh, God, no. - If I understand your question, Tina, yes, the early Beatles always had each other's backs. In that case, I'm sorry, Artie, but this is for your own good. Everyone, Kitty and Artie are dating, but Kitty's making Artie hide it because she's embarrassed by him, and I think that's emotional abuse. Artie is a great guy, and he deserves to be loved openly and proudly and without conditions. For once we agree. It's true. Arthur and I are dating. We are? Officially? And for the record... and not that it's anyone's business, especially not yours, Tina Cohen-agitator... - I did want to keep it hush-hush. - Because you were ashamed. Yes, memoirs of a lame geisha, because I occupy a certain place in the McKinley hierarchy, and you all occupy a different, lesser place in that hierarchy, and before exploding said hierarchy by jumping up and down on Oprah's couch, declaring my undying love for someone who is, let's face it, not my usual body type... I wanted to be sure. Of what? That I really, really liked him. And that I would be willing to risk not just my social standing but also getting hurt by letting him wheel into my heart. And even though I know he's getting ready to graduate, and we're probably just as doomed as every other sad, broken, backwards relationship that's ever started in this Jesus-and love-forsaken choir room... Kurt and I will have a happy ending. But I do like you, Artie. You make me laugh, and not just with those stupid YouTube fail videos you're always showing me. Look, asking you to keep our stuff private wasn't cool, - and I'm sorry. - It's okay, Kitty. But, um, as far as, like, updating my Facebook status... Yes, we are officially, publicly, shockingly a thing.