Excitement! Hormones! Squeee! It’s sexytimes on The Glee Project and holy moly there are so many giggles. And embarressed — can’t forget a blushing. And, wait, do my eyes mistreat me or is there some winking? Yep, unequivocally some winking. Jiminy Cricket, folks, we don’t trust I’ve ever seen a organisation of 18-24-year-olds in need of some-more action. Obvi it’s sexuality week on The Glee Project, and these crazy kids can hardly enclose themselves.To flog off sexytimes during William McKinley High, a contenders are faced with “I Wanna Sex You Up” by Color Me Badd. Boy oh boy, Robert, they certain aren’t messing around. The lyrics to this strain are pre-tty serious. Aylin, of course, is pumped (but for some reason feels a need to remind us once again that she’s Muslim), and so is Lily (pumped, that is — not Muslim). These dual have motionless that they are a sexiest of a garland and are prepared to burst a skeleton of whosoever is stupid adequate to argue. Michael, too, records that he’s got “some experience” in a sexing department. Nellie, however isn’t so certain about this purported “sex” thing. She’s usually 19! She’s never had sex! Poor lil pure Nellie turns tomato red only meditative about a dirty, unwashed act.

Before we get to a task performance, we have to note that extreme Asian Abraham has painted his hair. Gone is a flush coif and in a place we find a ebony black startle of spikes. The new ‘do is equally gelled, only a bit some-more monochromatic. The kids are diggin’ it, and so am I. Also, when my roommate poked her conduct into a vital room median by a show, a initial thing she pronounced was, “What happened to a Asian’s hair?” So clearly this color pursuit is a many critical thing that will occur this week.

The thesis of sexuality presents a series of possibilities for super-secret guest mentor. Mark Salling as Puck is prohibited to trot, and Ashley Fink as Lauren projects that cool-as-a-cucumber, comfortable-in-her-own-skin certainty indispensable to unequivocally possess your sexuality. But a coach is, drumroll please, Naya Rivera. And homegirl is true killin’ it in a beige pencil skirt. Lordy, Naya, since are we so beautiful? Can we be you? Is your hair real? How do your teeth get so white? As Mario so eloquently puts it, “She’s so prohibited we can see it.” (Get it, since he’s blind? Good one, Mars.)

The contenders’ opening of “I Wanna Sex You Up” creates me entirely worried — So. Much. Gyration. — though Naya’s squeals seem to be equal tools dismay and delight. These gosh damn kids are totes adorbs, she thinks, totally unaware a fact that they are 22ish and not 16ish. She thinks Blake did a good pursuit because, duh, he’s hot, and that Nellie was like a fearful margin mouse, though Charlie walked divided winning since he can beatbox. And beatboxing is hot, we guys. Charlie is so vehement about his win, and about being in a same room as Naya Rivera, that he has an out of physique knowledge and starts referring to himself in a third person. “Charlie beatboxes. Charlie wins. Charlie wants to censor Naya in his special closet and adore her perpetually and ever.”

In sequence to forestall Naya’s roughly certain abduction, Robert distracts Charlie Bit Me and a organisation by announcing that this week’s song video will be a mash-up between Maroon 5’s “Moves Like Jagger” and Kelis’ “Milkshake.” Woah. The pointed nuances and erotic undertones substantial in any of these dual shining compositions are striking; and now we disdain to combine them? You betcha.

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