Kurt: Blaine, I'm a man who's always lived in the shadows, and everyone who's come into my life has always tried to pull me out into the sun or push me out into the darkness.
Santana: [to Brittany] I've been bullied, outed, and misunderstood.
Blaine: [to Kurt] I honestly thought that I would never find real love.
Brittany: [to Santana] The world seemed so scary and confusing. It was just too fast. It made me feel dumb, just because my brain worked differently.
Kurt: [to Blaine] And then you came along and even if someone had told me that it wasn't gonna work out and at the end of all of our struggling and all of our work it would just end in heartache...
Blaine: [to Kurt] I would've said yes.
Santana: [to Brittany] A thousand times, yes.
Brittany: [to Santana] I would've suffered it all just for the tiny chance to be standing up here marrying you.
Kurt: [to Blaine] I am a work in progress.
Blaine: [to Kurt] I am a work in progress.
Santana: [to Brittany] I am a work in progress.
Brittany: [to Santana] I am a work in progress.
Kurt: [to Blaine] You don't ask me to come out of the shadows. You help me move away anything that's blocking the sun. It's time for all of us to walk into the sunshine together. Forever. Is that something you want to do?
Blaine: [to Kurt] I do.
Santana: [to Brittany] I do.
Brittany: [to Santana] I do.
Kurt: [to Blaine] I do.

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Kurt, Blaine, the whole time I was planning this high-end barn wedding, all I could think about was you guys, and not because you remind me of the pig and the gay rat from Charlotte's Web.

Santana: Do you even know why a groom couldn't see the bride before the wedding?
Brittany: Cannibalism?

Brittany: I find it really hard to track your relationship.
Kurt: Well, this...isn't really about me.

You know, the New York Times said, um, half the increase in support of gay marriage is due to generational turnover. That's what smart people call 'crazy, uptight bitches dying.' You guys lost, okay? And honestly the rest of us are just going about our business being normal and waiting for you not to be around, and not because you can stop us from getting married, but because you're kind of annoying.

Maybe it's our job as young, hot progressives to educate older, scary farts.

Santana: Last I heard she was on Facebook posting about her diverticulitis trolling for sympathy.
Brittany: See? It's even more important. She's sick.
Santana: No, Britt, she can't poop and I don't think that's going to kill her.
Brittany: Tell that to Fat Elvis.

[to Kurt] You know, these Mounds bars are delicious, but you have to eat them. If you just hold them in your hand hoping that you might get to eat them one day, they're going to melt and you'll look like somebody just pooped in your hand. Don't let waiting for things to maybe work out with Blaine turn you into the guy who looks like somebody just pooped in their hand.

Blaine: Where's the bed?
Brittany: I removed it because when I imagined you two having sex I imagined a U-haul mounting a moped.

Brittany: As a math genius, I am one of the few people who understand the concept of infinity and I will love you until infinity, Santana Lopez.
Santana: And I will love you until infinity too, Britt.

[to Santana] Okay, I may be a genius, but how can I argue with the logic of your giant, generous heart?

The armrests are the sweetest meat.

Glee Quotes

Rachel: This is what I wanted!
Sam: No, what you wanted was a second chance to get it right and Carmen just gave it to you. If you throw all that away you're going to be making the same mistake all over again

Finn: I seem to recall a rumor about a certain cheerleading coach at this school who once took horse estrogen and posed for Penthouse back in the day. So maybe I can just track that down and make a few copies and sell those to raise money for Regionals.
Sue: That's nothing but a rumor. But if that rumor were true, my Penthouse centerfold so groundbreaking that it completely redefined the term 'hirsute,' and gave birth unto these United States a pose so limber they named it the Regal American Not-So-Bald Spread Eagle, I promise you, my friend, you would never find it.