When they first had an apartment that was truly theirs (no Santana or Rachel or Brody living in the next room) they continued the tradition of Friday Night Dinners. Every week without fail they made sure that they cooked and ate dinner together, like Kurt had done with his family year after year.

When Taylor was born, they’d put her into the highchair in the kitchen as they cooked, and as she’d coo and giggle as they sang and watched her father’s with curious eyes, and as soon as she was old enough she helped with the cooking as well.

When Charlie was born (and eventually Ellie as well) they made sure that they were always home on Friday nights and, without fail, they had dinner as a family.