Okay, so here’s the thing --
I know I ain’t been around much and that’s on me, man. All on me. I’m good with that ‘cause a lot of the time I’m way cooler than most of you anyway but I’m gonna take a quick break from doing, y’know, life and remind you all of something.
Quinn Fabray graduated, and that’s a big fucking deal.
Now I get it; other people graduated too, and whatever -- well done. But none of those other people make me feel the way she does. None of those other people have gone to class, worked their butt off, and had to come back to me moaning about ‘em kissing some random dude for a scene.
I get it, you all worked hard but she’s my wife and you’re all gonna take a minute to congratulate her or I’ll kick your ass.
Look I ain’t into this stuff usually but I sat down the other night; Quinn snoring on one side, Han Solo chilling in the doorway in front of me and I was like “Dude.” Like, this is my life. I got a job, I got a girl, I got some crappy ass apartment that I’ve managed to have sex all over in. This is me, my life, and it’s all ‘cause of Quinn. It’s ‘cause she pushes me and believes in me and does this cute kiss on my neck sometimes that makes me feel important.
We’ve been through a lot; we’ve been on a butt load of vacations, got married, I nearly felt my heart break and I learnt how it’d feel to live without her. And in all that time she fuckin’ worked at graduating. Like -- it’s so huge.
You losers have no idea how proud I am of her. But you should know anyway. So do a thing and tell her she’s the best fuckin’ person on this planet and that I’m lucky to have her --
-- ‘cause I ain’t telling her. That’s lame.
