Pairing: Stan/Kyle
Age: High School
Kyle had always meant to tell his mother about him and Stan. He really did. He told himself that he wasn't afraid. He knew she'd love him no matter what. She was his mom, she had to, right? Right?
"You really need to tell her," Stan said seriously, gazing at the red-head intently.
"I know!" Kyle snapped. "I just haven't had the right opportunity."
Stan snorted.
"That's bullshit and you know it."
"Well what am I supposed to do?" Kyle cried, throwing his hands in the air. "Just come home from school one day and say, 'Hi mom, guess what, I'm gay and Stan is my gay lover'?"
Stan wrinkled his nose.
"Don't say gay lover, that sounds creepy."
Kyle shot Stan an exasperated look.
"I can't say any of it! My mom would flip shit!"
Stan shrugged.
"My parents handled it okay."
Well, sort of.
Stan's mom had been fine. She'd just given him a hug and told him she loved him no matter what (like a good mom was supposed to).
Stan's dad, on the other hand, had gone into cardiac arrest. But, when he woke up in the hospital a week later after bypass surgery, he assured Stan that he was always his boy. So, everything had worked out in the end.
"You know what she'll do," Kyle said sullenly. "She'll probably start some gay appreciation day or something. That's almost worse than her freaking out."
"Well, you're going to have to tell her at some point. You can't spend your whole life living a lie."
Kyle's face brightened up.
"That's it!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I just won't tell her and I'll spend my whole life lying to her and sneaking behind her back! It will be perfect!"
"Kyle!" Stan admonished.
"Okay, fine," Kyle muttered, looking fairly put-out. "Then what do you suggest?"
This time, Stan's face lit up. He gave Kyle a rather disturbing smile.
"Stan?"
Stan grabbed Kyle's hand and led him out of the room.
"Stan, what are you doing? Where are we going?"
The dark-haired boy just gave him another creepy smile. He led the struggling Jew downstairs and into the kitchen where Mrs. Broflovski was making dinner (kosher hot dogs and latkas).
"Mrs. Broflovski!" Stan began proudly. Kyle was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that Stan was still holding his hand. "I would like to tell you that I am in love with your son!" Stan declared.
The look of shock on Kyle's face mirrored that of his mother's.
And with that, Stan frenched Kyle right there in the middle of the kitchen, in front of his mother. And suddenly, Kyle wasn't so worried about how to tell her anymore.
A/N: Sorry that there's so many Stan/Kyle drabbles, I really am trying to go for variety, I just have so many Stan/Kyle ideas. Please review! (Pretty please!)