I gotta give Glee points for trying to do something to spice up the pedestrian, obligatory Christmas episode.
But then I’m taking those points right back because they set it a year in the past, in an alternate universe, and Kurt hooks up with a hot dude.
It was a worth a shot, guys.
Fiona will not go quietly into that good night.
She’s gonna claw and smoke and fuck and strut her way back into the light, bitches.
She will bury us all. Probably in heels.
Thought that whole “Damon’s traumatic past major-life-changing situation thing we’ve never heard of before” might not be a completely ass-pulled pile of puke?
I wish I was able muster that kind of optimism.
Unfortunately, unlike a baby, you can’t just tie a werewolf bite up in a bag and throw it in a river.
But you can use it as a vehicle to do some exposition about a previously unmentioned but apparently super important love interest.
An interracial love interest.