A/N: I know I haven't written in a while and honestly I am not 100% sure if I will keep uploading this story. And if I do I don't know how often. This story is partially to work through some of my own issues. Also I started writing this before the end of episode 19 so I do not know how if I even will incorporate the shot in this. Well this is kind of like my small return to fanfiction hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story or the fosters

As Jude felt Connor's lips pressed against his he was flooded by emotions that he couldn't process quick enough. Does this mean Connor likes me? But he is dating Daria. Do I like Connor? Does this mean I'm gay? Does this mean Connor's gay? What does this mean for us, for me? It was all too much for Jude so he pulled away, not wanting to lose the sensation of Connor's lips against his own but wanting to stop before he lost something even more important than the euphoria from this kiss.

"Hey," Jude said as he gasped for his breath like he had just been held underwater for two minutes, "I… I don't know what this is, I…" He was interrupted by a knock on his door, and then the creak of it opening.

"Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that lunch will be ready soon, and to get ready to come downstairs." Lena looked at the two boys kneeling on the floor, trying to scan the room and access the situation. "Everything okay here?" She looked at Jude with a look of worry and sympathy, almost like she had known what had just happened.

"Yes, everything is just fine Mrs. Lena. We will be down in a sec just have to finish the game we were playing." Connor smiled with his adorable smile that was trying to hide the awkwardness that was steaming from Jude's whole body.

"Okay, well lunch 10-15 minutes, be ready." Lena left the room, leaving the door open.

"I-" Jude tried to continue what he was saying but was cut off by Connor's lips once again pressing against his own.

"I don't know what I want, I don't know if I am gay." Connor started to speak as he pulled away from Jude's lips "I don't know what I will do about my dad if I am. I don't know what I will do about Daria. But what I do know is that when I see you, when I kissed you in that tent, when I held your hand in that theater, what I know is that in those moments I learned that I cannot live a single day without seeing you, hearing your voice, smelling your scent, hearing your little snide remarks that no one else but me seem to hear and laugh at." Connor smiles at Jude, making Jude giggle. "All I know Jude is that I want this. And I can figure out the details later." He kisses Jude again this time longer than the last three times. Their lips locked for almost a full minute.

Connor pulled away and began to stand up; he grabbed Jude's hand and pulled him up with him. "Let's go eat lunch. We can figure out more later." Jude nodded at Connor's words, a wide grin across his face, no longer caring about the future but only worrying about Connor's hand entwined in his own.

They two young boys get downstairs and without knowing are still holding hands and see everyone staring at them. Mariana's eyes widen as she notices that the boy's hands are connected. She begins to squeal. Jude quickly separates their hands using his now free hand to grab just above his elbow. Rubbing up and down trying to comfort himself from the embarrassment of accidentally revealing his new whatever he and Connor were to his whole family.

Jude looks over at Connor whose eyes seem to show fear and whose face seems to be creating a new shade of red. The piercing eyes of Jude's family staring at him, Jude noticed Connor's frozen body wasn't going to do anything to help the situation so he decided he would.

"Well… let's sit down." Jude says as he pushes Connor forward into his chair right across from Jude, in between Mariana and Brandon.

"Soooooo, are you two like a thing now?" Mariana asks as she can barely hold back her squealing.

"No, no, nothing like that." Jude responds quickly, still fearful that Connor is still too out of it to answer anyone. "Connor isn't even gay, and for that matter neither am I." Jude sees his whole family look down like they seem to know something that he hasn't told them yet.

"Well that's a very convincing argument, except that trying to play footsie with each other under the table seems to say otherwise. Oh, and by the way Connor that's my leg." Jesus smirks as Connor straighten his posture up, squirming from the embarrassment. Jesus was clearly enjoying the fact that he wasn't the one whose new relationship was being analyzed.

"Okay, okay, let's leave the two boys alone and eat some lunch." Lena finally interjected on what was clearly and embarrassing moment for both Jude and Connor.

"Yeah, Mama made a wonderful lunch and we are all gonna sit, eat, and ignore what is clearly none of your guys business." Stef was laying down the law trying to save the two boys from any more questions and comments.

"How is it none of my business? I-"

"Ah, ah, ah, Jesus I said it is none of your business." Jesus was interrupted by Stef who gave Connor and Jude a sympathetic look, "Now let's eat!"

Jude felt a sudden vibration in his pocket. He pulled his phone out and looked at it under the table.

From Connor: Well I think tht went well :'(

Jude started typing, when he hit send he heard Connor's ringer go off, he saw Connor quickly flipped the vibrate switch. Jude then began to type a second message.

From Jude: Yeah I think so 2, so well tht we will probs need to talk to my moms later

Jude's second message finally went through.

From Jude: About as well as your ringer going off as we try to quietly txt under the table

"AH-ahh boys you know the rules, no texting at the table, hand them over." Lena had caught them; of course the ringer hadn't helped. Jude and Connor shot each other a look each asking what they did to deserve this amount of embarrassment in one day. The two 13 year olds reluctantly handed their phones in to the head of the table. The rest of lunch they just sat quietly and ate, being careful not to draw attention to themselves.