Dorothy Snarker: If Finn never existed, this is how Glee would have gone:
Rachel and a rag-tag group of losers and gays band together to sing elaborate show tunes and discuss Barbra Streisand. Rachel and the other losers help the gays come out in a respectful manner while embracing their individuality. The gays help Rachel stop dressing like the bait girl from To Catch a Predator. Rachel realizes the hot head cheerleader is hot.
Nobody sees Jesus on a grilled cheese sandwich. No one outs anyone before she is ready. No one threatens a girl in a wheelchair. No one proposes to a girl whose and thereby tempers her dreams which were always bigger than a town named after a unliked bean.
And they still win nationals because now at least everyone in Glee Club can dance.
Stick to the basketball team, Finn. Far, far away from the dance floor.
i hope season 4 opens with rachel in her apartment in new york sitting on the sofa watching and critiquing all the contestants of american idol when she hears a knock at the door. she’s confused because it’s pouring down rain outside and rather late in the evening and there are only three people who generally knock on her door - four including the owners of the vegan restaurant on the corner - and all of them are accounted for. she opens it hesitantly and finds finn, still wearing his army uniform, finally ready to marry her. she looks at him in shock, like a ghost from her past, until a voice shakes her out of her reverie: “who’s at the door, baby?” and quinn fabray clad only in a towel, fresh out of the shower, accidentally wanders into finn’s line of sight. then they all awkwardly stand around staring at each other because faberry.