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Darren Criss Met His “Boyfriend”. I’m heartbroken. Not really.

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I’ve never heard of the six-year old kid who fell in love with Blaine. That is the role that Darren Criss plays on the popular show, Glee.  It has been a couple of years and the kid is eight-years old now.  This kid, admitted to his mom that he is gay when he was six.  Hmmm.  Somehow, I can’t fathom that but okay.  A couple of  years have past and the kid still believes that he’s in love with Blaine.  And because of that, his mom took him to Chicago to meet his “boyfriend”.  And graciously, Darren Criss accepted the offer and met the boy.

What’s wonderful about this story is how accepting the kid’s parents are.  For them to accept their kid’s sexual orientation without hesitation and treat it as normal as a little girl having a crush on some celebrity, it’s actually a positive story.  I think Darren Criss is super sweet to play along on this one.

Here’s an excerpt of the write-up on Huffington Post:

Eventually, the time did pass, and we were brought up to meet him. My kiddo was so nervous and anxious that he was practically jumping out of his skin. And then he was there, and my son met his first love. It was adorable. Darren Criss was charming and lovely, and my son was so shy but happy. As for their conversation, that’s not really mine to share. Maybe someday, when my kid is older, he’ll write about it, but until then, it remains as it should be: between him and Darren.

When it was my turn to talk, I found my normally sure-spoken self decidedly absent. What could I say to this young man who meant so much to my kid, this young man who, by playing a television character, had helped lead my son to tell me about his orientation and, by extension, helped change the trajectory of my own life toward activism? “Thank you” felt so insufficient, but it was all I had.

When our chat ended, there were hugs all around, and we headed back down to wait for the show. This was the part I was worried about: the crowd, the craziness. But it turns out that I shouldn’t have worried at all. We got to watch the show from a location where my son could see everything and not be jostled around by those he didn’t know. My kid spent most of the performance on my lap, taking pictures from time to time.

Then, in the middle of the show, Darren began to play one of his original songs, “Not Alone.” The crowd quieted for this sweet, sentimental ballad. I snuggled close to the boy on my lap and sang the lyrics into his ear:

“Baby, you’re not alone,
‘Cause you’re here with me,
And nothing’s ever gonna bring us down,
‘Cause nothing can keep me from lovin’ you,
And you know it’s true.
It don’t matter what’ll come to be;
Our love is all we need to make it through.”

Those lyrics express what I hope my children feel from me as they grow up, and what I want my boys to take with them when they eventually leave us. They describe how I wish all parents would feel for their kids. I was overwhelmed, and as trite as it sounds, for a few minutes the world shrank down to just us, cuddled close, me singing to my firstborn as his “boyfriend” played the piano. And it was perfect.

 

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