Summary: It's finally Henry's Christmas concert, and Regina and Emma both agree that they need to talk to their son about the trumpet player he's sitting next to.

Characters: Henry, Grace, Regina, Emma, Killian, Gold, Belle, Archie, Jefferson, Robin, Roland, David, Mary Margaret, and baby Neal.

Note: Some of the characters only make minor appearances, especially the ones near the end of the list.

Regina sat still, smiling as Roland wiggled in his chair. She knew the boy would calm down once the concert began, but until then, it was alright for him to be a little antsy. Robin sat on the aisle, and on Roland's other side. He'd given up trying to calm his son down, at least until the songs began, per Regina's suggestion. After having brought Henry to school concerts and plays when he was little, she had some idea of what was appropriate behavior for young children.

"Hey, this seat taken?" Regina looked up, to see the Savior was the one asking. Well, since they were both here for Henry …

"You can sit next to me, Miss Swan." Emma smiled gratefully, but didn't talk much to Regina.

Instead, she was trying to explain to Hook why unexperienced musicians wouldn't feel embarrassed putting on a concert. Since he came from a time where only the best of the best dared to perform for an audience, it was a hard concept for him to grasp. David, who was sitting on the pirate's other side, was having about the same amount of success as Emma at explaining the situation to Killian. Eventually, the two of them gave up. David started talking to Snow, and surprisingly, Archie. Apparently, even the psychiatrist had come to hear Henry play his new instrument in the concert.

Just then, the band started to file on stage, and an instant quiet fell over the audience. Even Roland stopped moving. The little boy leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of Henry. Regina felt pride start to fill her as he finally appeared on stage. He looked absolutely handsome in his suit and tie, even though Regina knew he felt a little awkward. Most of the other students were dressed nicely, but save the director, no one was dressed as formally as him. In Regina's opinion that just made him all the more handsome, and showed how committed he was to the band.

The pride only lasted for a few seconds, however. She noticed his son was whispering quietly to the person behind him, seemingly trying to reassure them that they'd do fine, when that person came into view. That person was Grace, and she was wearing a very beautiful dress. Regina stiffened, and she felt Emma do the same beside her. Henry was trying very hard to reassure the young woman that she'd do fine, and Regina couldn't help but notice how close they sat when they reached their chairs. Why were they even sitting next to each other? Grace didn't even play the same instrument as her son.

She heard a chuckle behind her, and she whipped her head around, to see Gold and Belle there, presumably for Henry, and Jefferson as well. The Mad Hatter was the one chuckling, while Gold smirked. Belle seemed to be attempting to get them to behave, but was failing, in part due to the wide grin spreading across her face. "What?" Regina hissed, feeling anger start to bubble inside her.

Jefferson was the one that answered. "He said that I'm the one with the girl, but you and Emma are the protective ones." Regina's scowl deepened, only causing the Mad Hatter to chuckle again. She was about to chastise him, when she heard the band start to play. She quickly turned back around, and realized that they were just warming up a little. Deciding that she could wait for her discussion with Gold and the Hatter until after the concert, she didn't turn back around to talk to Jeff again.

Soon, the concert actually began, and Regina listened as best she could, trying to force her worry out of her head. What if Henry moved too quickly with Grace, and she wasn't the one? Or what if she was the one, and he never made his move? What if she broke his heart? Yes, she was doing a great job of enjoying "Jingle Bell Rock." The concert was over much quicker than she'd expected, and she was disappointed in herself for not enjoying the songs more.

"Hey, Regina, I know I said I'd walk you home …"

"No need," Regina told Robin, when she noticed that Roland had fallen asleep halfway through the concert. "Thank you for coming. I'm sure Henry will thank you later."

"Anytime," the thief replied, grinning, before he gently scooped his son up in his arms and left. David and Mary Margaret followed soon after, seeing as baby Neal was sound asleep as well. The rest of them waited for Henry to put his instrument away and come and find them. Regina grabbed Emma away from Hook. They desperately needed to talk about their son.

"Miss Swan, I really think Henry needs to have the girl talk." Emma nodded, in full agreement.

"But it should be a guy that does it." Regina sighed.

"Robin and David just walked out on us," she reminded the Savior.

"I could do it," Hook suggested, walking over. Of course the pirate couldn't keep his nose out of their business.

"No offense Hook, but I think someone else should do it," Emma, surprisingly, spoke up.

"Why love?"

"Well, I don't exactly want Henry to have the girl talk from someone who doesn't even remember all the girls he's ever been with."

Killian looked like he wanted to protest, but he finally consented. "I suppose you're right, love."

Regina was, in truth, relieved that Emma was on her side for this one. She really didn't want Killian to be the one to have this discussion with Henry. "Alright, then who do we get to talk to him?"

"You could wait until the Prince or the thief is free," Hook suggested.

"No," both women said at the same time. They were on the same page, Henry needed to have this talk now before anything terrible happened.

"What's going on?" Belle was the one who asked, as she, Rumpelstiltskin, Jefferson, and Archie decided to make the private conversation public. Regina was about to snap at her, when Emma spoke up.

"Archie could do it!" Archie could do it. Regina would trust him to talk to Henry about this matter, and Henry was rather close to the psychiatrist.

"I could do what?" he asked, looking confused but ready to help.

"Henry's ready for the girl talk," Emma informed him. The deer-in-the-headlights look he got would have been absolutely hilarious if it hadn't meant that he was likely to refuse.

"I don't … er … I've never been … with anyone. And I never had the girl talk, myself, so …"

"Never had the girl talk?" Regina questioned. He nodded.

"Sorry, I would have no idea what to say to him, besides to list of psychology facts, which he probably already knows."

"Great! So now who's going to talk to him?" Gold cleared his throat, and Regina looked at him skeptically. "You?"

"Can you think of anyone better for love advice, dearie? The first woman I was with, I ended up being miserable with. The second one let me corrupt her soul, while corrupting mine even more. And the third," he looked at Belle then, his love for her showing in his eyes. "Was my true love." He turned his attention back to the worried mothers. "In anyone is capable of giving love advice, it's me."

"Fine," they both said at the same time. Maybe they had more in common than they thought.

"Just, do it tonight, please," Emma requested.

Before Gold could respond, Henry and Grace were there. Henry was grinning, but it took assurances from everyone for Grace to finally believe that she'd actually done well on her instrument, which Regina now realized was a trumpet. Once she realized that she had done well, however, she was smiling as widely as Henry. Soon, Jefferson took Grace home, and Archie took his leave as well.

"Hey, Henry, can I talk to you?" Gold questioned. Henry nodded, and soon the two men left the room. Emma started pacing, while Regina just tensed up. Belle watched them, a bit confused.

"If you don't mind me asking, why does this worry you so much?"

"Love can be painful." They looked at each other in shock, realizing they had yet again, spoken at the same time.

"Let's see, a list of my boyfriends. Graham is dead, August lied to me and then got turned into a kid, and Bae's dead. Sure, I have Killian now, but I still know all the ways love can turn out wrong."

Belle looked expectantly at Regina next, as if she thought this was some sort of therapy session. "Everyone knows about my love life! My mother ripped Daniel's heart out, and forced me to marry King Leopold. I killed him. Now I have Robin, but I've had my share of relationships that end badly, too."

"And you both want to shelter Henry from that," Belle commented, watching for a reaction.

"You know, I pay Dr. Hopper once a week for a therapy session! I don't need another!" Regina snapped.

"Love can be painful, but it can also be rewarding," Belle said, ignoring Regina's outburst. "I know you're both scared, but Henry's getting to the age where he's ready to start experiencing that. You need to let him."

"Thanks, Belle." Regina could tell by the Savior's tone that she didn't mean it, but she was just saying it to stop her from talking. That way, they wouldn't have to think about their son being hurt, or how quickly he was growing up. Maybe, one day, they would let Belle's words sink in, but right now, she was just too worried about her son for that to happen.

Soon, Gold and Henry walked back out. Henry's face was a bit red, but other than that, everything seemed to have gone well. Regina took him back home, and though she knew she wouldn't be able to protect him completely, she knew she would always be there when he needed him. She'd just wished she'd known about the trumpet player sooner, before she'd started supporting her son's involvement in the band.