"Testing. One, two, three. Tes-testing. One, two, three. Oh. So, happy Valentine's Day, everybody." Kurt chuckled. "For those of you Breadstix patrons who don't know who I am, I'm Kurt Hummel, and welcome to my first ever Lonely Hearts Club Dinner." He chuckled again, this time a bit nervously as the performance moment loomed larger than before. "Whether you are single with hope or madly in love and are here because I forced you to come out and support me, sit back and enjoy." Almost as an afterthought, he added a line to make himself feel just a bit better. "And to all the singles out there, this is our year."

The microphone squealed as he stepped away, hurrying back toward the line-up of Warblers that had gotten into position as he spoke. Almost immediately, they began to harmonize for their first song, and Kurt had to hustle to get to his spot on time, brushing past Blaine as he made his way into the second row. As he went, his hand brushed against Blaine's hand and across his hip, sending shivers down his spine and tingles through the rest of his body. When Blaine turned to look at him, a big dopey smile on his face, Kurt thought his heart would beat right out of his chest. Why does Blaine exhilarate me so much? He's in love with that Gap boy, even if nothing will ever come of that, and I need to let him go. Pining over him like this is probably unhealthy.

"You'd think that the people would have had enough of silly love songs
But I look around me and I see it isn't so
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs"

As Blaine left the group and moved around behind Rachel and Mercedes' booth, Kurt found that he couldn't keep his eyes off him. He's just so cute and charismatic. He makes me feel like the sun is shining on my face, like I have the strength and the courage to do anything. Shouldn't it be enough, though, despite how I feel, to have him as an amazing friend? Maybe that's all we're meant to be. And what had he just said to everyone? This is my year.

"Cause here I go again

I love you (I love you)"

Kurt's heart skipped about a thousand beats when, on the word "you," Blaine turned to look at him. How can you know how to be so perfect and yet so painful? Kurt wondered. I don't know if it's love yet. I think it could be, though. I think it… Well, I want it to be. Damn it, Blaine. If only you knew how much it hurts for you to look at me like that, with your smile as big as a Broadway billboard, and sing the words "I love you." Once again, the words repeated themselves. This is my year.

And now, as they sang, Kurt couldn't stop giving Blaine sideways glances from the corners of his eyes, wondering if there could be something more behind the words. Maybe he's trying to tell me that he has feelings for me, too? That couldn't be, could it? He wouldn't do it like this. He'd just tell me. He wouldn't… Or maybe he would?

"Love doesn't come in a minute
Sometimes it doesn't come at all
I only know that when I'm in it
It isn't silly (at all) No it isn't silly (at all)
Love isn't silly at all, not at all"

Somehow, once again, Blaine ended up next to him, and Kurt had to fight against the well of emotions that built up in his chest when Blaine clearly sang, "Love isn't silly at all," directly at him, another huge smile on his face.

Now, Kurt was simply wishing for the song to be over. He needed a moment to gather himself, a split second to not be completely intoxicated by everything that was Blaine Anderson singing about love songs at him, no matter how "silly" the song was supposed to be. Just a minute to pull myself together before the next song, he hoped as he continued to doo-wop with the rest of the Warblers. I'll be fine after that. He's just so overwhelmingly sweet and exactly what I want in a boyfriend yet at the same time so completely unavailable. This is confusing. Like the cadence of a drum, he heard again, This is my year.

So, in the hopes of getting away from Blaine for a moment to breathe, Kurt walked over to where Rachel and Mercedes were sitting as the group began to sing their "bap, bap, ba-da-da-da-da" line, pulling Rachel into a side hug.

"I love you."

As he headed back to the risers, Kurt pointed to himself, made a heart with his hands, and then pointed at the two girls in the booth. To be silly, and hopefully hide from the rest of the world how conflicted he'd been about Blaine during the entire song, he put a finger to his lips and turned away sadly. A bit dramatic, but theatrics is kinda my thing. He went back to the risers to, once again, be close to Blaine and all the confusion that he stirred up in Kurt's heart.

And even though he was supposed to make his way to Blaine's side as the song finished, Kurt just couldn't bring himself to do it. The feeling of needing some air and space to sort out his emotions just wouldn't leave him alone, and so, at the last moment, he moved to let Wes be between them, not missing the few confused looks Blaine gave him—designed as smiles of course. He was ever a performer.

Once everyone started to cheer, Blaine did that adorable thing he always did, hanging his head in humility, and it started Kurt's heart to beating even quicker than it had been a few moments ago. How is that even possible? Kurt wondered to himself. Why is he so cute? Ugh! So, he mouthed a "Thank you" in the direction of his friends and leaped off the risers, making a beeline for the restroom.

Blaine called after him, and Kurt didn't listen. He needed a moment of peace. Something needs to change, he declared to himself as he pushed open the door to a stall, locking it behind him. I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. Even as he said it, though, he knew there was no conceivable way he could ever end his friendship with Blaine, ever be away from him for too long. Blaine is everything I want and, for the moment, everything I can't have. Somehow, I guess I need to make peace with that. And once again, as if someone somewhere in the universe was cheering for him and Blaine, he heard it one more time: This is my year.