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.

THE END.