Finn: Okay. Good. Well, then the first thing that needs to go is that faggy lamp, a—and then, we need to get rid of this faggy couch blanket—
Burt: Hey! What did you just call him?
Finn: O—oh, n—no, I didn’t call him anything, I was just talking to the blanket.
Burt: When you use that word, you’re talking about him.
Kurt: Relax, Dad, I didn’t take it that way.
Burt: Yeah, that’s because you’re sixteen and you still assume the best in people. You live a few years, you start seeing the hate in people’s hearts. Even the best people. You use the N-word?
Finn: O—of course not.
Burt: Yeah, how about ‘retard’? You call that nice girl in the Cheerios with Kurt - you call her a retard?
Finn: No, she’s my friend. She’s got Down’s Syndrome. I never called her that, that’s cruel.
Burt: But you think it’s okay to come into my house, and say ‘faggy’?
Finn: That’s not what I meant.
Burt: I know what you meant! What? You think I didn’t use that word when I was your age? You know, some—some kid gets clocked in practice, we tell him to stop being such a fag; shake it off! We meant it exactly the way youmeant it. That being gay is wrong. That it’s some kind of punishable offense. I really thought you were different, Finn. You know, I thought that being in Glee club and being raised by your mom, meant that you were some new generation of dude, who saw things differently. Who just kind of came into the world, knowing, what it’s taken me years of struggling to figure out. I guess I was wrong. I’m sorry, Finn, but you can’t—you can’t stay here.
Kurt: Dad.
Burt: I love your mom, and maybe this is gonna cost me her, but my family comes first. I can’t have that kind of poison around. This is our home, Kurt. He is my son. Out in the world you do what you want - not under my roof.

(Source: canadiangleek, via bloodcloak7)