The Klaine Alphabet: Young

Well, anyway, we’re-we’re young, so we’ve got all the time in the world to be adventurous.
Don’t you think now is the time to be adventurous? While we’re still young?



The Klaine Alphabet: West Side Story

Are you auditioning for Tony, too?
You’d be a great Tony. Be the perfect Tony actually, in some respects.
I’d be fine with Bernardo or Officer Krupke as long as it was opposite your Tony.
You killed your audition, Blaine. If anyone else got Tony, including me, the Wrath of Sondheim would fall upon William McKinley like a plague of Shubert Alley locusts. These are to celebrate…you.



The Klaine Alphabet: Uniform

Did you notice that we all wear uniforms around here? It’s about being part of the team.



The Klaine Alphabet: Teenage Dream

Let’s go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. We can dance until we die. You and I will be young forever. You make me feel like I’m living a teenage dream.



The Klaine Alphabet: Scarves

Blaine and I love football. Well Blaine loves football,I love scarves.



The Klaine Alphabet: Romance

I’m not very good at romance.
Because if you did this for me, I mean, it would be very romantic for one.
Try as I might, I’m still just a silly romantic.



The Klaine Alphabet: Queen

Your 2011 McKinley High Prom Queen…with an overwhelming number of write-in votes is…Kurt Hummel.
I’m gonna go back in there and get coronated. I’m gonna show them that it doesn’t matter if they are yelling at me or whispering behind my back they can’t touch me. That they can’t touch us. Or what we have..



The Klaine Alphabet: Pavarotti

Kurt, meet Pavarotti.
It’s Pavarotti. I think he’s sick. I’ve been taking good care of him, but he… He won’t sing, and… And he’s losing his feathers.
How did you manage to find a Burberry-esque canary cage cover?
Canaries don’t like cold weather. Especially Pavarotti.
Kurt, what’s wrong?
It’s Pavarotti. Pavarotti is dead. I suspect a stroke.
Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.
Pavarotti’s voice was silenced by death, and I don’t want to silence anyone else’s voices in this group. I think Pavarotti would roll over in his tiny, tiny, little grave.
I’m decorating Pavarotti’s casket.