Blaine: Oh— hi dad.

Mr.Anderson: I see you brought company.Kurt: Hi, I’m Kurt Hummel I’m Blaine’s… uh—Blaine: Boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend. Mr.Anderson: …Oh. Blaine: I know what you’re thinking. You hate this. You hate everything I stand for. You never wanted me to be who I am, I know how hard you tried to change me and I know you will never fully accept me for who I am, but I don’t care. I love Kurt and there’s nothing you can do to change that. And if you ever try that, I’m leaving home. That’s really all I have to say. Mr.Anderson: Okay. Blaine: …Okay?Mr.Anderson: What else do you want me to say? I don’t hate you. I’m not exactly thrilled with the idea of you having a boyfriend , you know? I’m still trying to accept that my only son is… well, gay. But I could never hate you, Blaine. You’re my boy and I guess I should move on and respect your life choices. If you’re happy, that’s enough for me. And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Kurt. Now if you two want to join me and watch TV, take a seat or else get the hell out of here before I change my mind. (smiles) Blaine: (laughs) Thanks, dad. Mr.Anderson: Damn, I should just win the Nobel Peace prize.

…i don’t even know what i’m doing okay