"Chill, dude, you're gonna be great." Puck assured, appearing beside him with guitar in hand.

"You have all your sheet music, right? Not forgetting anything?"

"I may be a bartender, Hummel, but I'm not dumb. Let me worry about the music, you just take care of the singing. Got it?"

"Yes, yes. We're on, by the way."

Pulling the guitar strap around himself, Puck made his way onto stage.

Finn, who rushed from the back room, slid beside him to get to his drum set. "Break a leg, sparky." He whispered to Kurt.

Kurt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. It was time. Looking to his right, he saw Schue, who silently counted to three, then gave him the OK sign. Kurt stepped onto the stage, the lights partly blinding him.

"I got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I got the month of May."

"Let's go, Kurt!" Looking out to the crowd, between the lights and the sea of faces, Kurt found Blaine. He was smiling proudly in the back beside Brittany, who was clapping joyfully.

"I guess, you say, what can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl), talkin' bout my girl (my girl). I go sooo much honey, the bees envy meeeeee. I got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees."

"We love you, Kurt!" Brittany called.

Laughing, Kurt continued to sing, loving the feeling his friends and the crowd were giving him.

"What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl), talkin about my girl!"