Pseudo-Secrecies Broken

A/N: I've spent months building this up and I could never decide where to go with it, but I think I've figured out something with this one. This is my first self-made fanfic and first multi-shot. Hope you like it! Reviews receive much love. (Yes, this is a Brallie story…I don't do anything else 3)

After coming into the party scene downstairs, Lena walked into the kitchen and looked over anything that needed last touches, to ensure this day would run as smoothly as possible. This was going to be the one of the best days of her life and no one could ruin this amazing feeling. Marrying the one you've been with for almost ten years is really the best way to celebrate an anniversary.

Stef passed the living room full of friends and family present, showing their appreciation and love for the couple of the day. She had made her way past the kitchen catching a glimpse of cascading brown curls passing and she stopped to admire her beautiful wife-to-be, adorned in a cream colored lace gown flowing to the ground. Wishing she could drag her to the altar now, Stef took another peek and went to distract herself from the addictively beautiful goddess looking around the kitchen.

Lena was reaching for a bottle of water in the refrigerator, when she turned to the right and spotted the overflowing garbage in the kitchen trashcan. That needs to go, she thought with a slight frown. Where's one of the boys, they can get this out. Spotting Jesus coming towards the kitchen, probably on a scavenger hunt for food, Lena waited with a deceiving grin.

Only interested in the emptiness of his bottomless pit of a stomach, Jesus quickly made his way to the kitchen. He immediately noticed the lingering eyes of his mother. I just wanted some food. She's gonna ask me to do something, I can already tell. "Umm…did you need something mom?" I guess I have to be good today; it is her wedding day. I just wanted some food.

"Well now that you mention it, I would just love it if my wonderful son could take the trash out. This is too much to linger around, and I just don't want to hear any complaints from one of your oh-so-observant grandmothers. So if you could do that for mama…" she finished off with a smile.

He groaned in the back of his throat, being forced to take out the trash around the house a lot since Brandon or Jude could always find an excuse to why they were "too busy" or had "way too much homework to do before bed." He went to grab some chips lying on top of the counter and had his shoulders pushed towards the garbage cans outside, still struggling to turn around for some form of nourishment. Oh c'mon! She knows how I need to snack with my "teenage boy metabo-whatever" she always complains about.

Lena continued to basically push Jesus to each place he needed to go. Gathering the trash and tying it, then out the sliding back door. Everyone they passed flashed generous smiles at Lena and giggles at Jesus. My girlfriend is going away for two weeks, I'm hungry, and I'm being pushed to garbage. Oh what a great start to the day.

When they got to the gate, it was already unlocked. "Did you see anybody go back here because the gate is unlatched? And the trash is full so nobody would be back here to take it out…" she trailed off with a confused face. Jesus shrugged his shoulders and continued into the secluded garden, pushing the door open and stopping when he looked up.

Lena's eyes were practically falling form their sockets as she looked upon her son and current foster daughter hungrily lip-locking like they would never see each other again. They didn't even seem to notice the people behind them and continued nipping at each other's faces.

They were facing Callie, who surprised them the most, who was absolutely glowing in the privacy she thought they were in at the moment. With closed eyes she tangled her arms around Brandon's neck again after losing her hold in Brandon's silky brown curls that were almost slippery to an extent with the natural texture of it. They were leaning back and forth, constantly coming back into each other's embrace tighter and closer; once Jesus and Lena gained their bearings back, Lena loudly cleared her throat, alarming the couple.

Freezing at the sudden disturbance and the breaking of the atmosphere, Callie and Brandon stayed connected with his arms around her hips and hers around his neck, still tangled in his hair. Their lips stuck a few inches from each other's with their eyes locked together; both scarily widened sharing alarming looks. Too alarmed and scared at who the intruder could be, they stayed locked in their positions, too deep in fright for the decency to straighten and separate themselves.

Lena was still stuck in place completely shell-shocked at her son and soon-to-be adoptive daughter. Questions pounded her skull constantly after each other concerning her children. Why are they kissing? How long has this been going on? Why did Brandon say Callie can get adopted if they were involved? What am I going to do about this? What will I tell Stef; "Yeah I know we are supposed to be enjoying are honeymoon, but I caught Callie and Brandon making out earlier, so can we kiss now? Oh god! Why are teenagers so complicated?

Jesus quickly got over his flabbergasted behavior and quickly moved passed the couple to drop the garbage in the trash can, just to stop when he was next to the two of them and said, "you should probably detach yourselves from each other now, it might get Mama out of the whole 'shock' of all this." He laughed as he passed them after they flew apart once they found their heads, straightening their clothes, and with still heavily flushed cheeks turned to Lena.

Lena seemed to get broken back into reality when Jesus purposely slammed the metal top the trashcan. "What is this!? What are you guys doing!?" she exlaimed with a tone of voice the kids had never heard before. With Stef usually taking place as the rule enforcer and disciplinarian, raised voices and crazily angry looks are definitely in her wheel-house. Her reaction was more out of confusion than any other particular emotion.

"Well Mama, I believe we have interrupted either a little sneaky romance between these two weirdoes, or they could have been trying to merely eat each other's faces, with a passion of a thousand burning suns," Jesus exaggerated with the same joking attitude.

"Umm…we were…umm," Brandon's words wondered off of his tongue and he stopped talking completely, not sure of whether Callie really wanted them to fight to be together, or if this was just a moment they got caught up in with a lot of pent-up emotion between the two of them. His eyes fell to the ground after looking at the torn face on the girl he was just having a monumental moment with.

"We were…talking. After, everything that I've been going through… I just wanted to let him know how much I appreciated everything he has given up for the sad little foster girl that came into his house and all of your lives, just putting more problems and strain on your family; and with everything that he has done for me I just wanted to thank him in some way. The only way to do that was to tell him face-to-face how I felt without hiding behind the walls that he has miraculously found a way inside of, that all of you have truthfully, maybe just…a little…diff-rent-ly…" her rant finished with labored breaths and broken syllables whose beats matched the view her eyes followed, observing Jesus, Lena, and finally Brandon with a nervous expression behind her eyes that matched his, causing her cheeks to flood with brightness.

"Ah Dios Mio, I knew this would happen." Jesus rolled his eyes and the expression on his face was unreadable as he mumbled the words loud enough for Lena to hear, who was standing next to him.

"Wait, what do you mean? You knew this was going to happen! Why didn't you tell your mom or me?" Lena had an exasperated and "frustrated at the whole situation" kind of look.

"Whoa…I never said I knew this was happening! All I was saying was saying is that they are close, so I…may have slightly expected something was going on, but I didn't think we would have to catch them making out for me to actually be right!"

"Umm…nothing besides this has happened before…" Brandon revealed in a voice that could be compared to a five-year old caught in the cookie jar late at night.

"He's telling the truth. I got lost in the moment. He has been nothing short of the best friend I could ever ask for. With all the stuff that has happened, and all the he has helped me deal with, I don't know; He's everything any girl could ask for." Both trapped teens blushed at her confession. Jesus of course, wouldn't show it but he thought that this whole situation was kind of cute, in a chick-flic kind of way. He could only wonder if Mariana would save one of her fan girl screams for this type of moment. Lena, thought the statement Callie made was very sweet as well, but she still couldn't see past this whole thing as a whole.

"Okay, if you two wanted to be together at one point or another, why would you agree to be adopted, or agree to let Callie get adopted and become your sister, Brandon?" Lena questioned them sternly with discerning eyes that crushed the bit of confidence they had in that moment.

Until the next chapter, everybody! Come back for Part 2 (: