Disclaimer: I just use the characters for my own personal enjoyment, Queer as Folk, sadly, is not mine.

D is for Dresses

"Tell me again, why we are here?" Brian asked with a grimace as he looked around the crowded cafeteria, where giggles and voices rose to a new decibel. He stepped back quickly as a little girl ran in front of him, the milk on her tray wobbling precariously close to the edge.

"Because your son asked you to since every other parent volunteers at the school at least once. And because Lindsay blackmailed you, but we'll just leave that part out of this, shall we?" Justin replied mildly, balancing his own tray and walking over to Gus who was sitting next to his friend Emily, and waving them over.

Brian sighed because he knew Justin was right, and followed the blonde over to the bench, and sat next to his excited son, across from Justin and Emily.

"Mr. Jus'sin can you open this, please?" Emily asked, holding her water bottle out to Brian's partner. He smiled brightly and opened it for her.

"There you go, sweetie."

"—and then Tristan, this jerk who always picks on Megan and David, the twins in our class, poured glue in her hair, Dad! Glue! And Megan cried lot's, and David kicked him for being mean to his sister, so the Jerk pushed him into one of the desk's even though Miss Dickenson was yelling at them and David threw one of the fold-y chairs at him! So Tristan Jerk Face had a big cut and bruise on his face and David got sent home and Megan had to get her hair cut which is not cool."

"She had really pretty hair." Emily piped in to Gus' rant, who was relaying all the drama from Nap Time to Brian. "It was really, really long. Now it's short, like shorter than her ears, but she likes it and teases the boys and says she still looks prettier than them, even with short hair like theirs. Tristan doesn't like that much."

Brian shook his head and shared an amused glace with Justin who was grinning at the two children.

Gus nodded. "Tristan doesn't like a lot of stuff."

"Yeah, but that's 'cause Tristan is just a—oh no!" Emily lamented, her spilled water darkening the front of her jeans quickly. Justin grabbed extra napkins from the holder in the middle of the table and wiped up the liquid on the table and her plate.

"Hah, hah! Emily peed her pants!" A little boy from down the table shouted out, laughing. This started to make the other kids around them laugh at her, and Emily blush and start to cry.

Gus scowled and stood up on the bench, swatting his father's hands away when he tried to make him sit down. "Shut up, Tristan!"

The brat—Tristan, Brian thought—just laughed harder. Gus narrowed his eyes, and before Brian could blink, he jumped off the bench, was around the table, and gabbing Emily's hand. He walked over to their teacher, and Justin and Brian saw Gus wave the hand that wasn't holding Emily's, and the teacher smiled guiding Gus and Emily into the classroom attached to the cafeteria.

Brian raised his eyebrows and him and Justin continued to clean the mess while the kids still laughed at "Emily Wet Her Pants". The finished and Brian turned to ask Justin if they should go find the two runaway's, when the cafeteria quieted down for a moment, then promptly burst into guffaws once more. He glanced at Justin whose eyes were watering, and had a hand over his mouth to suppress laughter.

He turned around and saw Emily and Gus walk over to him still holding hands. Only this time, while Emily was still wearing her damp jeans, Gus was wearing one of the princess dresses that were hung up in the classroom for Play Time. Emily was smiling and Gus was talking to her animatedly.

As they got within hearing range, Brian heard his son say, "See, Emily? I told you. They're not laughing at you, they're laughing at me."

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