Wirt and Dipper, trying to have a nice romantic evening at Wirt's, but Greg keeps getting in the way, because he's just an innocent little kid and doesn't realize his brother is on a date.

Requested by yaoibutter420

Dipper smiled, giggling as Wirt pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Wirt! Greg's sitting right there," he reminded through his bright red blush, light brown eyes glancing at Wirt's younger brother. There was no escape from either one of their siblings, it seemed.

Wirt simply shrugged at Dipper's complaints, but couldn't fight the blush on his face as well. Turning to look at Greg, he sighed. The little boy just didn't seem to get it. Then again, he'd never work up the courage to say it was a date. Just thinking about saying it within earshot of his parents made him blush even more. If they heard about it, he'd never hear the end of it. They didn't even know that he was dating Dipper - let alone a guy. They'd probably have his head on a platter if they knew. Which made this whole thing even more risky. Turning back to Dipper, he decided to tell the other of their situation. He had the right to know, after all. "Dipper, I... my parents... they probably wouldn't like this..."

Dipper could only raise an eyebrow, taking note that this was completely out of the blue. A soft sigh escaped his lips before he spoke, saying; "O... okay? I mean... don't worry about it, Wirt. It's not like we're obligated to say that we're... well, you know."

Greg spun around, his everlasting bright smile on his face. "You're what? I wanna know! So then it could be a rock fact!" he explained, pulling out a rock that was drawn on with crayons. He made this rock himself, after all.

Wirt's eye twitched before coming up with something close to the solution. "We're best friends, that's what."

Dipper wanted to question what he meant by that - they technically hadn't really said what they were - but stopped himself before he could. That was something they could discuss on their own time. "Y-yeah... best friends."

Greg frowned. "It doesn't look like it. You guys are holding hands," he pointed out, only for them to quickly yank their hands away fro. the others. "And you guys hang out a lot. That makes sense, I guess. Sometimes I hold hands with my friends, too. I wish they could come to my house." He fell back onto the carpet. "You're really quiet. And that's a rock fact!" he attempted, lifting the rock into the air, clutching good ol' Jason Funderburker to his chest, finding himself too lazy to get up and show them the rock directly.

Dipper smirked at the sight of Greg, but upon looking at his watch, his face quickly fell. "Agh... I need to get home really soon," he stated, getting up to go grab his stuff, Wirt following him to help out.

"Already?" Wirt asked before turning to his brother and warning: "Stay right here."

The two didn't say a word as they went to the parlor to grab Dipper's stuff, the awkwardness from earlier somehow drafting into every room they went through. Suddenly, Wirt stopped, grasping Dipper's hand gently to get him to do so too. "Look, Dip, I'm sorry about earlier, okay? We... we're not still just friends..."

"Then what are we?" Dipper tried to snap back, but his tone faltered halfway through. Wirt looked silent - clueless, even - as he stood there for a moment, contemplating his choices. "Well?" Dipper managed to add, the little patience he had at the moment shining through.

Wirt sighed before pulling Dipper into a hug, arms wrapped around the other's waist. "I... I love you. And if I can say that, then I can say this - you're most definitely my boyfriend, okay?"

"Okay," Dipper agreed, unable to wipe the grin off of his face. Excitedly, he broke the hug and pressed a kiss to Wirt's lips, in eyeshot of Greg, who gasped.

"Best friends kiss, too? That's weird, don't you think, Jason?"

Both Dipper and Wirt squeaked and faces turned horribly red. Wirt was the first to stutter. "I... uh, Greg! D-don't talk so l-loud! Mom and Dad are in the other room..."

Dipper refused to speak, rushing to the parlor to grab his things. There was no way he could ever face Greg again any time soon.