In a word? Nope. It seems the world (mistakenly) believes there are other things worth airing on television and has summarily dismissed our overwhelming need for resolution on Glee.
To think, just a week ago we were crying into our Brittana-shaped body pillow (attention manufacturers: make that stat), our muffled screams emoting that life is unfair. But now, one week later... we’re doing pretty much the same thing.
Fear not, Gleeks. In just a few short weeks (okay, that’s a bold-faced lie. Them weeks are still seven days long), our favorite show will be back to fulfill our every need and destroy our hope in love slowly mend our vicariously broken hearts.