"The problem was that the first quarter of the episode wanted to take place in our reality—the place of hospital waiting rooms and desperate parents screaming for their children to live and awful epithets spray-painted across lockers—and then the episode slowly and steadily slid into Glee reality. It’s one thing when the show is permanently in its own reality, and bits and pieces of our own reality peek through. That’s what’s always given the show emotional power, and that’s what makes the show as good as it is when it’s not terrible. But when you start in our reality, you need to earn it, and the way you do that doesn’t come through the continuation of a plotline where four parents, among them, can’t bring themselves to have a sitdown with their kids and tell them why getting married at 18 isn’t such a good idea or through Will Schuester reaction shots or through an impromptu wedding apparently held together with duct tape and twine"