I love Burt Hummel, especially in this moment.
Kurt is so beaten down by the word has come to define him in the eyes of his teachers (”Gay?”, one of the first words Mr Schue scribbled under his name in 2009), his friends and classmates (”go spy on the Garglers”), and even himself, as he has sewn that rainbow patch onto his McQueen superhero cape in his determined fight to get out of Smalltown USA.
But for all that bravado, he bleeds a bit every time he is called gay.Because he knows that here in Lima, there are always limitations assigned to him whenever that word is present; not that role, not that duet partner, not that friend, not like that, not at this school. What an exhausting fight. For Kurt. For anyone.
But Burt Hummel? He may not always understand Kurt, but he will always be amazed by him and love him so dearly. He looks at Kurt and sees every shining possibility open to his son–his strong, talented, ambitious, loving, opinionated, gay son. Burt’s acceptance and support of Kurt is absolute.
The world needs more Burt Hummels.YES. The world needs way more Burt Hummels. People who value honesty and authenticity over conformity and tradition. People who value other people not for the pretty mask they put on but for the beauty that’s behind it.
Burt Hummel isn’t concerned with pretense and what’s on the outside. A person is a person with all the little quirks that are a part of that and you don’t have to understand everything they do but you damn well have to *respect* them.
And then there’s the fact that Burt Hummel doesn’t just accept Kurt. He’s so damn proud of him. Burt Hummel loves his kid. Kurt’s right just the way he is and nobody has the right to say differently.