The day has finally come and gone. I apologize for my absence but it's been a bit of a whirlwind. I am however thrilled to announce, that I, Kurt Hummel, am a William McKinley High 2012 graduate! I can't believe high school is done. At first I honestly thought I was going to die within those walls, it was a complete hell hole and everything I'd hated... But gradually, it got better. I made some of the best friends, I met the love of my life who asked me to marry him and... I'm just happy. I have no idea what the future holds but I can breathe easy knowing it holds promise and that no matter what, nothing can change what we've had. I'm also ridiculously happy to know I don't have to say goodbye to any one of you right now. The next two months will be cherished, used for adventure and for trying new things. I think it's our time to live on the edge a little. Rest assured I'm already packed and impatiently awaiting our departure day!

COOPER: Can you tell I'm a little wound up for today?

NICK: Nick is sufficiently let down he can't be there for Nationals or Blaine's birthday for the second year in a row and texts simply won't suffice so after getting done with classes for the day; he aims to call Blaine but it goes straight to voicemail. He assumes the worst, through a very audible grin, he starts singing. "It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside... It's not one of those I can easily hide. I don't have much money, but boy if I did, I'd buy a round trip to Nationals where you currently is. If I was a sculptor, but then again no - you've gotta forgive me because I'm a little gangsta - for sho. I wish I was a man, who makes potions down in Hogsmeade, but no. I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do. Here's your birthday wish, it's a song for you. You can tell everybody that this is your song, sung straight from Dalton by Nick and Bruce... But his voice isn't so strong. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that this is long distanceeeeee - you're not here now but,here's my persistence." He literally can't continue because one, his free styling skills leave much to be desired and despite the perfect pitches and notes; he is butchering Sir Elton John and can't continue. After ruining the next verse with noticeable laughter, he gives in. "Happy Birthday, Blaine. I figured torture was the best course of action since you aren't picking up your phone. I love you and hope you're having a good time, good luck too! I know you guys are going to nail it. I'm also holding your gift hostage, so your victorious self better come getting it when you're back in Lima.... My time is almost up according to your super snippy voice mail. Seriously who does this woman think she is? Telling me I only have thirty seconds? Does she not know it's your birthday and you're my best friend and that I lov-" And defeat comes when the recording comes back telling him his time is up, begrudgingly he sends instead of trying to rerecord something shorter.

Happy Birthday to You!

Well, I think that's the greatest compliment we've gotten in forever. I'm going to have to give Blaine most of the credit on that however, he's perfect.