Grimmjow slid the rolling handle of the suitcase down, hefting it into the trunk of his black Honda Pilot. He couldn't believe they were doing this- a one-week roadtrip, just the two of them, to surprise one of his boyfriend's old foster families. Grimmjow was the luckiest guy on earth. Just the fact that Ulquiorra trusted him enough to do this meant a lot, considering his past. Actually, the fact that he'd told Grimmjow his past meant a lot, considering his past.
Ulquiorra's parents had thrown a wild party one night when Ulquiorra was five, and a lot of their friends had been there. A lot of booze had been there too. Everyone had gotten completely plastered, and when little Ulquiorra had realized that he wouldn't be able to get to sleep until the music quieted down he went downstairs. That had been his mistake. A group of drunk men had seen him before he found his parents, and they- they raped him, in turns. Grimmjow didn't like thinking about it.
He closed his trunk door, seeing his reflection for only a moment in the glass. Everyone else thought he looked dangerous with his wild blue hair and his green triangle tattoos under the corners of his eyes, but Ulquiorra didn't. and Grimmjow didn't think Ulquiorra, to surprise one of his boyfriend's old foster families. Grimmjow was the luckiest guy on earth. Just the fact that Ulquiorra trusted him enough to do this meant a lot, considering his past. Actually, the fact that he'd told Grimmjow his past meant a lot, considering his past.
Ulquiorra's parents had thrown a wild party one night when Ulquiorra was five, and a lot of their friends had been there. A lot of booze had been there too. Everyone had gotten completely plastered, and when little Ulquiorra had realized that he wouldn't be able to get to sleep until the music quieted down he went downstairs. That had been his mistake. A group of drunk men had seen him before he found his parents, and they- they raped him, in turns. Grimmjow didn't like thinking about it.
He closed his trunk door, seeing his reflection for only a moment in the glass. Everyone else thought he looked dangerous with his wild blue hair and his green triangle tattoos under the corners of his eyes, but Ulquiorra didn't. And Grimmjow didn't think Ulquiorra looked constantly upset because of the green tattoos he had that flowed down the front of his face like tears, or gothic because of his naturally pale skin and dark hair. The two of them just understood each other, and had ever since they'd started dating nearly two years ago.
Now Ulquiorra was eighteen and no longer in the foster care system. He could finally be his own person, and honestly that kind of scared Grimmjow. He was afraid that after everything they'd been through Ulquiorra would find that he loved his newfound freedom and decide to cut away his only remaining weight so he could fly- and that weight was Grimmjow. That was an irrational fear, he knew; Ulquiorra simply wasn't that type of person, but still…
He heard the front door of his parents' house close and looked up to where Ulquiorra was walking towards him carrying a cooler of ice and Coca-Cola. "Is something the matter?" Ulquiorra asked immediately, seeing Grimmjow's musings on his face but not sure just what they were about. "You look a little upset."
"What?" Grimmjow asked. "Oh- no, it's nothing. I was just thinking about the trip. We have all the maps, right?"
"Your mom is grabbing the last one off the printer," Ulquiorra said. "You sure you're okay?"
"Oh, yeah," Grimmjow said, grabbing the driver's-side backseat door so Ulquiorra could put the cooler in with the rest of the apparently random crap in there. "Seriously, it's nothing. Sorry for worrying you."
"It's fine," Ulquiorra said, putting the cooler on the ground and straightening up to peck Grimmjow quickly on the lips. "Is there anything else we need to grab? We have the suitcases, snacks, drinks, our laptops, you're mom's getting the map- do you have your sunglasses?"
"Yup," Grimmjow said, putting his hands on Ulquiorra's feminine waist and smiling. "We've got it all go ahead and get in the car, babe. I'll wait for mom." Ulquiorra nodded.
"Sounds good," he said, pulling gently out of Grimmjow's arms. "Don't be long." Then he disappeared behind the car, and Grimmjow shook out his head. He was being an idiot. What he and Ulquiorra had was real and genuine, and neither one of them wanted to leave that. Besides, they had a whole week together, and they were going to the same college. If anything did happen Grimmjow felt that he could win Ulquiorra back. They had been together so long, he knew he would do anything to keep Ulquiorra by his side.
He let it fall from his mind, thinking about the upcoming trip instead. He kept thinking of it as a week, but really it would be two- one to get there, and one to get back. And it was summer, so they had all the time in the world to just dawdle if they wanted. Ulquiorra had even assented to stay in the same motel room as Grimmjow. Not the same bed, but that was still a display of the trust Ulquiorra had come to have in Grimmjow. This was going to be incredible.
His mom came trotting out, her short but well-built form jogging up to him with a paper in her hand. "Here you go, Grimmjow," she said, handing it to him and then abruptly hugging him hard around the waist. Yeah, she was an affectionate woman. "Have a good time, darling," she said, refusing to let him go.
"I will, Mama," Grimmjow said, trying to get her off without hurting her feelings. She could be pretty sensitive about that stuff, but she was just like a little kid- she always bounced back. He saw his father, a tall figure who was much calmer than his mom, come out and shake his head a little at the typical scene of 'family bonding' before him. Grimmjow sent him a look like, get her off of me!
"Let him go, dear," his dad said, jumping to the rescue like he had the incredible ability to do. "If they're going to get to the motel by the time they said they'd check in they need to get going." His mother sighed and slowly let go, and Grimmjow sent his dad a thankful look.
"Alright, fine," his mom said. "Ooo, hold on! I have to give Ulquiorra a kiss!" she ran off around the car to where Ulquiorra was sitting in the passenger seat, and Grimmjow could see Ulquiorra rolling down his window and leaning out of it to accept a kiss on the cheek. Grimmjow grinned.
He looked back to his father, who clapped him on the shoulder. "You've done really good, son," he said. "We'll see you when you get back."
"Yeah," Grimmjow said, trying to hold back a grin of total triumph. His dad had finally said the thing Grimmjow had been trying to get him to say all along. That felt damn good. "See you. We have to get going, but…"
"Gotcha," Grimmjow's dad said, patting his shoulder fondly before letting go. "Have fun- and remember your manners around Ulquiorra's foster family. We raised you to be a young man, not a hooligan."
"Yes, sir," Grimmjow said, rolling his eyes a little. His father was paranoid about him becoming a 'hooligan,' and always had been. His mom came back around and hugged him again, and then Grimmjow was clambering into his car. He looked at Ulquiorra, who smiled a little, then they both waved to his parents.
They were on their way.