For all the bitching I do about Glee, I think these are the moments that matter. In ten years, no one will be talking about Rachel Berry stuffing a ballot box or Quinn Fabray stealing a baby or Idina Menzel humping a teenager. But in ten years, the gay teenagers who stuck with this show — whether they knew they were gay or not, whether they were out of the closet or not — will remember what it was like to watch Kurt come out to his father, to watch Santana come out to her grandmother, to watch Kurt and Santana’s friends accept and adore them, to watch them fall in love. For lots and lots and lots of people, this will be the very first time they ever see themselves reflected on a screen, and they will store those images up and treasure them in the hearts for always.