“Dad, I’m gay and you can’t change that!” Kurt now stood up from the dark green sofa in his living room. His father looked at him stone-faced. He then marched determinedly to the foot of the stairs in their house. He turned slowly back to his son.
“Dad?” Kurt whispered, thinking for just a moment that his dad could accept him the way he is. But Kurt's thought was shot down by a podgy middle finger. His dad stomped upstairs.
Kurt sat down, and wept. Why couldn’t his father just accept his sexuality? Sure, it was a shock, but surely he would get used to it. He couldn’t imagine what Pete would do next.