Written for alyssialui's 5 Drabbles Competition at HPFC. My pairing is Seamus/Dean, and the prompt is "dinner with the parents."
Disclaimer: They're JKR's, not mine. So sad.
"Laying it on a bit thick, weren't you?" Seamus muttered as he searched for a place to put Dean's flowers on his mother's crowded table. He settled for a position halfway between his usual seat and his father's, not caring that it would block the view. Maybe that would even be for the best.
"What?" Dean frowned. "I always bring a something for the hostess. It's good manners."
Seamus snorted. "'Oh, Mrs. Finnigan!'" he mimicked breathlessly. "'How lovely you look! Thank you for inviting me! Accept these flowers as a token of my appreciation!'"
Dean grinned. "I wasn't that bad."
"Nearly." Seamus bit his lip. "Is a bouquet the standard gift for a "Surprise! Your son is gay!' dinner?"
"Well, I thought about bringing her some gay porn, but Christmas is right around the corner, so I'm saving that."
Seamus stared with his mouth agape, just picturing his mother's reaction, before letting out a short bark of laughter. Dean came close enough to reach out and cup his cheek.
"You weren't this nervous when we told my parents," he said, stroking the Irishman's cheekbone with his thumb.
"That's because your parents aren't mad like mine." He shuffled closer until he could rest his head on Dean's shoulder.
"You only say that because they were on their best behavior."
Seamus just grunted and put his arms around the taller man. It comforted him to feel Dean's arms close around him in return, to smell the Muggle-brand aftershave he favored and feel his warmth. "I'm nervous, but I'm glad we're telling them."
He tipped his head back until he could smile into his lover's dark eyes. "That's what we promised each other, yeah? 'No more secrets …'"
"'…and no more closets.'" Dean kissed him softly.
When Seamus's mother entered the dining room, calling over her shoulder for his father to join them, he and Dean were already in their places. She smiled when Dean rushed to pull her chair out and passed Seamus the uncorked wine before taking her seat.
"Pour for us all, dear." She glanced back at the door where Mr. Finnigan had yet to appear. "Oh, and boys? If you've been planning to tell us you're gay anytime soon, why not go ahead and do it tonight? "She smiled again at their gobsmacked expressions. "Your father and I have a bet going, you see. Make it tonight, and I win."
She twisted in her chair to call her husband again, and Seamus met Dean's wide eyes. See? he mouthed. Completely mad.