KURT: Beauty of the stage. Get to do it all over again tomorrow night. Personally, I thought both you guys were perfect.
BLAINE: Thank you. Your Officer Krupke killed. Brought the house down.
KURT: Well, I can’t help but pull focus, sorry.
BLAINE: Don’t apologise, it was great.
KURT: All your friends were here tonight. The Warblers.
BLAINE: Yeah.
KURT: Sebastian. They were all loving it.
BLAINE: Come here. Gimme your hand. And hold it to your heart.
KURT: Just like the song?
BLAINE: Like the song. Kurt… Sebastian doesn’t mean anything to me. And you were right. Our first time shouldn’t be like that. I was drunk, and I’m sorry.
KURT: Well, it sure beats the last time you were drunk and made out with Rachel. But I’m sorry too. I wanted to be your gay bar superstar, but, try as I might, I’m still just a silly romantic.
BLAINE: It’s not silly.
KURT: You take my breath away. Not just now, but tonight on that stage. I was so proud to be with you.
BLAINE: I hope so. I want you to be. Um… Artie’s having an after party. At Breadstix. Would you accompany me?