"Better than okay, Rachel," Kurt replied, looking around at the makeshift family that had seen him through everything. "We’re finally writing our own script."
stared at a name he hadn't spoken in years: Karofsky. His "second chance" wasn't about a song; it was about a conversation he wasn't sure he was ready to have. "Better than okay, Rachel," Kurt replied, looking around
Rachel Berry was the first to stand, her hand already raised. "Mr. Schue, I’ve already prepared a seventeen-minute medley of Barbra Streisand’s least-known B-sides that perfectly encapsulates the struggle of—" "Better than okay
As the final notes faded, Rachel didn't ask for a critique. She just sat down next to Kurt and took his hand. "We’re going to be okay, aren't we?" she whispered. " Kurt replied