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“Met him on a Thursday and my heart stood still . . .”
“Really Blaine? You’re doing this again? It’s an every-year thing now?”
“Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron.”
“You do know that people celebrate the date, right? Not the day of the week. No one celebrates the day of the week.”
“The words on my wrist told me that his name was Kurt . . .”
“It still doesn’t rhyme, Blaine.”
“Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron.”
“Nothing rhymes with Kurt except blurt. Did your heart blurt? Then you could make it rhyme.”
“Yeah, my heart stood still. Yeah his name was Kurt.”
“Actually you sort of did blurt. Maybe you could work on that for next year.”
“And when he got me on my knees in my office . . .”
“Without any actual help from you, you’ll remember.”
“Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron.”
“You know I could get another half hour of sleep if you’d stop singing!”
“Knew what he was thinking when he caught my eye . . .”
“Oh, you absolutely did not.”
“Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron.”
“And you never will if I have anything to say about it.”
“He looked so quiet but my oh my . . .”
“In what universe have I ever looked quiet?”
“Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron.”
“If you’re going to wake me up early the least you could do . . .”
“Yeah, he caught my eye. Yeah, my oh my.”
“. . . is make me some not-actually-our-anniversary coffee!”
“And when he made me jerk off while he held me . . .”
“Oh my God! Neighbors Blaine! We have neighbors!”
“Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron!”