"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 help…"

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 hellare you?" Danny's father asked, crossing his arms over his chest while doing so.

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 serious explaining to do," His father warned him and took a couple of steps closer.

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 now or yer both getting pounded."

"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 that when Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome opened the god-damn door!"

"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.