"Oh, by the way, my dad said he wants to meet yer family now."
"Oh really?" Danny asked with a nervous chuckle.
"Yeah… I think it's a good idea," Don grinned and glanced at Danny, "You don't think so?"
"Well, uh, remember when you met them?"
Don winced at the memory and shook his head. "Uh let's not go there…"
"Ha, tell that to your dad."
"Well, I'd try, but he threatened to get their number and plan the whole himself if it's not arranged soon."
"How soon is soon?" Danny asked suspiciously.
"Well, not too soon…"
"How soon, Don?"
"…Within a week… he'd prefer Friday or Saturday…"
Danny took a calming breath and flashed an angry smile at Don. "And you planned on telling me when?"
"Thursday?"
"Thanks, Don," Danny rolled his eyes and turned to look out the window. He was angry… no, he was aggravated more than anything. He had a week to plan a dinner with his parents and Don's parents. His hair would be gray by then… if he didn't pull it all out before it had a chance to.
It had been hard enough to tell his parents that he and Don were a thing… actually, he had planned on never telling them, it only happened by accident because any God that exists has a vendetta against him and just loved to see him suffer, especially on his favorite holiday...
It was Christmas morning, the first
Christmas Don and Danny would be spending together, and it was
starting out rather nicely. They were both still in bed,
drifting in post-sleep haziness and basking in each other's warmth.
Danny was being lulled by Don's heartbeat and Don was enjoying the
small circles Danny kept tracing on his stomach. There was
soft Christmas music playing (because Don had an odd fetish with it)
and the few Christmas lights they had hung up in their bedroom
sparkled in the artificial darkness created by the closed blinds.
It was a perfect way to spend Christmas morning… then the
knocking began. It was an insistent knocking followed by a couple
rings of the doorbell. "Ignore it," Danny grumbled and
tightened his grip on Don, "They'll go away." "Mhm,"
Don murmured back, though he never had an intention to answer it
anyway. The knocking and ringing continued, though, and Don
finally got fed up with it. Against Danny's whiny protests, he got
out of bed and went to open the front door. "Can I Oh dear, those were Danny's parents... And he was
about to yell at them… …while wearing nothing but a pair
of Snoopy Christmas pajamas. Well, this was awkward. "Yeah,
you can help us. Las' time I checked, our son lived 'ere. Who the
The man was Danny's height and Danny's build, but
there was just something about him that just scared the living
daylights out of Don; maybe it was just because it was Danny's dad…
or it could have been his icy gray eyes that were boring holes in
Flack's forehead… who knows? All Don knows is that he looked sort
of stupid by waiting this long to answer that question. "I'm..
uh, I'm… Don Flack! Yeah, I'm him… that's who I am, yeah…"
Now he looked stupid AND sounded like a blabbering idiot. Great first
impression, huh? "OH! Danny talked so much about you!
You're hisbest friend, aren't you?" Mrs. Messer exclaimed in
an annoyingly nasal voice that reminded Don of Fran Drescher.
"Yeah… something like that…" "Babe! Who's
at the door?" Danny came wandering out of their bedroom, clad only
in boxers that matched Don's pajamas. (Don's idea…totally.)
"See for yourself," Don said with a nervous chuckle and
stepped away from the door, allowing Danny to see his father's
angry expression and his mother's shocked one. "Mom…
Dad… hi…" Danny let out a nervous chuckle similar to Don's
and grabbed a couch pillow to cover himself up. "Wasn't expecting
you…" "…No grand-babies?" "MOM!" Danny
used the pillow to hide his face. "Danny, you have some
Don glanced at each of
them then smiled politely and started backing away. "I'll just be
going now…" "NO!" Came two shouts, one from each
Messer man. "Why is my son calling you babe? Why are you in
just pajama pants… that match my son's boxers? I know Danny's
only got one bedroom and there ain't no blankets on the couch. Ya
better make up a good excuse "Georgey, calm down…" "Did I just get
threatened?" Don asked, a little stunned at the fact. Danny
rolled his eyes and smacked Don upside his head. "Well, Dad, the
reason is that… well," He took a deep breath and let it out
slowly, "Well, Dad, I'm… gay." "I sorta figured
"Really think I'm handsome, Mr.
Messer?" Don asked with a grin. "DON!" Danny hissed and
threw a glare at Don. "Yes, yes, quite handsome indeed. Now
how about you boys get dressed and I'll start some breakfast, hm?
Go on, go on," Mrs. Messer interrupted before anything could happen
and ushered Don and Danny to their bedroom, then guided her fuming
husband to the kitchen. …Let's just say that was one hell
of a Christmas…
If it hadn't been for their surprise visit that day, Danny's parents would have still been in the dark about their son's relationship… which Danny would have preferred.
Sure, his dad had calmed down eventually and now he even accepted it… sort of. He can even hold a civil conversation with both Don and Danny in the room… it's progress...
Danny sighed and came out of his reveries as the car slowed down to a complete stop, signaling that they were home.
"Dan?" Don asked softly, placing his hand on Danny's knee, "You okay?"
"I'm fine… unless you have any more surprises," Danny answered bitterly and crossed his arms over his chest.
Don chuckled and patted Danny's knee, "Y'know, ya remind of yer dad like this."
"What!? HOW?"
"Fuming, arms crossed… sound familiar?"
"It must run in the family," He muttered and climbed out of the car.
With a sigh, Don followed him out of the car; he knew he wouldn't be getting any tonight.
