"Warren, are you sure you want them to meet me? You know how I am," stated Nathan as he stood in Warren's room, holding up two ties. One was a deep maroon, the other a red and black striped tie. "I just don't want to disappoint your parents, you could go visit them yourself. But if you are sure, which one?"

Warren rolled his eyes, walking up to Nathan with his classic goofy grin. He wrapped his arms around Nathan's waist, swaying slightly. He said, "I want you to meet them, I'm sure they'll love you."

"I am not so sure," replied Nathan, sighing. "Okay well, pick one."

Warren pulled away from Nathan, inspecting both ties against Nathan's white shirt. Warren said, "The striped one, and lose the jacket, it makes you look far too rich. And before you pull the whole, 'I'm am rich' line, my parents looked into you. They know but it'll look pretentious if you show up looking like you are worth more than them combined."

"That's rude. Fair, but rude. I'll lose the jacket but I wanted to look nice for them," retorted Nathan. "I'll put it in my room and meet you at the car?" When Warren nodded, Nathan left the room to go back to his. Warren adjusted his bowtie, grinning to himself as he picked up his keys and made his way to the parking lot. When they both got into Warren's car, they pulled out and started off towards Warren's parents house.

After a short drive across town, Warren pulled into the driveway of a classic suburban home with a white picket fence. Warren's house was painted an off-white, and how normal seeming his boyfriend's house was kinda surprised Nathan. Then again, most blackwell students probably come from suburbia. When Nathan got out of the car and walked over to Warren.

"Don't be nervous. It'll be fine," stated Warren. He grinned at Nathan, taking his hand to lead him to the door. Warren knocked on the door with a obviously worried Nathan next to him. The door swung open and the boys were happily allowed inside. Within the first five minutes Nathan learned that Warren's mother is a second grade teacher, his father is an accountant, and that his twin siblings were at a friend's for the next hour.

With dinner almost ready, Warren left with his mother to set the table. Nathan went to follow and help, when Warren's father stopped him. And thusly the questions began. Mister Graham pushed up his glasses before he asked, "So, how long have you known my son?"

"Since the beginning of the school year. His dorm is practically across the hall, and we..uh...would watch movies together every week since school started," replied Nathan as he nervously rubbed his neck. It might be a longer night than Nathan had expected. When dinner was called, Nathan followed Warren's father to the kitchen, finding comfort in Warren's soft smile.

Nathan pulled out one of the chairs for Warren to sit down, before taking the seat next to him. It was nice for the pair to sit next to each other, but the comfort lasted as long as the few moments before the Grahams sat across from them. From there, the integration started upon Nathan. 'How long had they been dating? Have they had sex and were they safe? What were Nathan's interests? Did he drink or do drugs? Who was his best friend?' were few among many questions asked of the boys.

Before the questions could continue on, Nathan's phone rang. Startled, Nathan looked at his phone. It was his father. "I should take this, it's my father," said Nathan. "If you'll excuse me."

"So, what do you think?" asked Warren as soon as Nathan was out of earshot.

"Well he seems nice honey," started Warren's mother, who paused for a moment to look over at her husband.

Warren's father continued, "But we aren't so sure he's right for you. The Prescotts have a way of getting what they want no matter who or what they hurt in the process."

"He's not like that," replied Warren sharply as he raised his voice. He took a breath, "He isn't his father. Sure sometimes he's not the nicest person ever but he cares about me. And-"

Warren was cut off by the sound of Nathan raising his voice on the phone. Nathan said, "Father please, I'm not doing anything stupid! … Yes, I'm not with Victoria but- … Because I know you always think I'm getting into trouble or doing something wrong, I'm with a friend. … Warren Graham. Why? … He's a nice guy, father-. … Just because you heard that doesn't mean it's true. … If we were, you'd disown me. I'd know better than to let it public. … Well, I'm glad we've reached an agreement. What else did you call about?"

Nathan's voice grew too quiet to hear the rest of the conversation. Warren's father said, "See, he's lying to his father. Why should we trust him?"

"Because he's lying for me. He cares enough to actually risk everything to be with me. He knows he's risking being disowned and he has to lie to keep himself in his family until he's able to stand on his own or safely come out. Don't you see? He's not a bad guy," replied Warren.

Before Warren's father could speak, his mother touched his father's shoulder to stop him. Then she reached across the table, taking Warren's hand as she spoke, "Honey, we just want you to be happy. If he makes you happy, then we're happy. We're just concerned parents. And let him know that if he ever needs to talk to adults that aren't his father, let him know we are here okay?"

"I will, Mom. And he really does make me happy," replied Warren with a grin. "I should check up on him. His father usually drains him." With that, Warren left his parents to walk down the hallway and into the living room, where Nathan was. Nathan had hung up the phone and was just staring at it before Warren pulled him in for a hug.

"He told me that he heard I wasn't where I was, which is bullshit because no one even saw us leave or walk into here. And after he yelled at me for 'disobeying' he proceeded to threaten to get my medicine upped, even though I've been doing just fine," stated Nathan as he shivered against Warren, trying his best not to break down. Warren rubbed his back, humming a soft tune to help relax Nathan. After a minute or two, Nathan composed himself with the help of a few deep breaths. Warren kissed Nathan's forehead before one of his hands and kissing it. Nathan gave a soft smile, "Your parents might catch you being romantic with your boyfriend. Wouldn't that get you in trouble?"

"One kiss won't hurt," replied Warren as he leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Nathan. The kiss was gentle and soft, and didn't last longer than a minute. They lucky pulled apart just as the doorbell rang. Warren shouted, "Hey, I'll get it!"

Warren made his way out to the front door, followed by Nathan. When Warren opened the door, two six year olds ran and hugged each of his legs. Nathan snickered as Warren's mother shouted a thank you to the twin's friend's mother who had dropped them at. The male twin asked, "Who's that?"

"That's Nathan, he's my boyfriend. Nathan, this is Benjamin and Rebecca," replied Warren. Rebecca pushed up her glasses before walking over to Nathan and looking up at him as she waved to him. Benjamin just waved from where he was.

Rebecca tugged on his arm to get Nathan to her level. When Nathan knelt to her level she asked, "You're like girlfriend and boyfriend with my brother?"

"Well, we're both boys. So it's boyfriend and boyfriend. Are you okay with that Rebecca?" questioned Nathan.

"Only if you promise to be nice to him," replied Rebecca.

"I promise. I can see that your braid is falling out, can I fix it?" asked Nathan. Rebecca nodded and took him by the hand over to the couch so she could sit on it in front of him while he fixed her hair. Nathan pulled the little girl's hair down, brushing it through with her fingers as he spoke, "My mother would sometimes get busy and my older sister taught me how to braid her hair. She had trouble doing it to her own head."

Benjamin looked up at Warren and asked, "Can Nathan braid my hair next?"

The rest of the evening included Nathan braiding both Rebecca and Benjamin's hair; how he managed to braid the boy's short hair alluded everyone aside from Warren's mother. As surprising as it was, the children loved playing with Nathan because he had lots of fun game from his childhood they had never heard of. However, he was rather easy to find at hide and seek. Nathan and Warren even read and acted out the epic adventures of Flyguy to twins their bedtime story.

It was almost 8:30 by the time Nathan and Warren were getting ready to leave. Nathan was surprised when Warren's mother pulled him into a hug, thanking him for visiting. A firm handshake with Warren's dad showed that he shouldn't break Warren's heart. Warren hugged both his parents before ushering Nathan out to the car. Once they had waved goodbye and had pulled away, Nathan said, "I think that went well."

"I felt like we overdressed," replied Warren.

"You can never overdress for meeting parents, only underdress," stated Nathan. "But really, I think your parents grew on me. And Rebecca and Benjamin are too cute."

Warren nudged Nathan, grinning, "They all liked you. I didn't know you were that good with kids."

"Well, Kristine and I were typically left on our own. We had to come up with our own games when we were really young. And she took me babysitting when she would babysit because Heaven forbid our father from wanting us to work at young ages. She had me braid her hair when we were little and she would play cops and robbers with me. It was almost average," explained Nathan. "Pretty mundane huh?"

"Mundane? It sounded like you had fun," replied Warren.

"I guess you could say that. You know what, I'm just happy that went pretty smoothly. Minus the call from my father," said Nathan, leaning back in the seat. "You know, we don't have class tomorrow and it's not that late, we could go somewhere."

"Are you insinuating we go to a dark parking lot and make out?" asked Warren in a fake shocked voice.

Nathan scoffed, "I'd never insinuate that...without giving you directions to the parking lot. Turn left here."