I really don’t care how many Finchel fans there are, or how many iTunes sales they have. Rachel giving up her dreams for a guy who doesn’t know what he wants to eat for breakfast, let alone do with his life? And the rest of the scene is the most 50s sexist crap, where she says he is her dream, and he’s where she belongs, not stardom and New York. And I never really liked this pairing, but Finchel is dead to me now, and whoever decided to assassinate Rachel’s character like this is, too.

AfterElton recap of “Saturday Night Glee-ver” (x)