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The Prompt: Anderson family dinner
The truth was, Mark Anderson had come a long way from the days of his pathetic attempts at "straightening" out during his son's youth, but that didn't mean that he would ever understand why Blaine was like this.
It wasn't so much Blaine being gay, it was just…there was so much his son would miss out on because he was gay. Having a pregnant wife, witnessing the birth of his children, having children, being in a relationship that he knew would last forever, so many things his son was giving up.
At least that's what he had thought.
"Mom, Dad, there's something Kurt and I need to tell you," Blaine announced one late spring evening when the pair had come back to Lima on a visit from their hectic lives in New York.
"What is it sweetie?" Jane asked. Blaine took a deep breath, his eyes flitting over to where Kurt sat next to him at the dinner table, their hands tangled together.
Blaine seemed happy, at least, Mark thought.
"Kurt and I are getting married!"
And just like that, something clicked.
In that moment Mark realized that it didn't matter. It didn't matter if Blaine didn't have a wife, or if they didn't have grandchildren who were related to them. It didn't matter because his Blaine had found love, and that was worth everything.
Love is love.