There's a hilarious tragicomic subtext to this week's Glee that is sadly undone by the feel-goodery of the final moments. For most of the episode, New Directions languishes in defeat after losing Sectionals for the first time ever. They're lost and directionless. Meanwhile in NYC, Rachel and Kurt's lives reach all-time highs. I appreciate the juxtaposition of these two wildly different emotions, although it still bugs me that everything always comes up roses for Rachel and Kurt.