A/N: I'm going to try to post more here. Hope you enjoy, sorry for the long absence. I've been busy with my other stories Being 16, Meant to Be, and 30 Day OTP Challenge. If you haven't, check 'me out!
It's parent's night at Ian's school, and the thirteen year old is almost too embarrassed to tell his dads. Usually, he wouldn't be embarrassed of them. They're great men who do very great things, but recently Ian's opinion has changed.
It has nothing to do with the work. Nothing to do with fans or people stopping his dads on the street to snap a photo. No. It's the fact that his history teacher is in love with John. She has actually said the words, "I just love your father!"
So Ian really doesn't want him to go, and if at all possible make Sherlock stay home too, but he loses the battle and the three of them go to parent's night.
For parent's night, the parents and students are to follow the student's daily schedule to visit each teacher for ten minutes, then move on to the next class.
Ian's first class is math, but since he's been having problems in that class, John stays back to talk to his teacher. Ian and Sherlock leave for second period alone.
They walk down the hall together, Sherlock deducing everyone they pass and Ian laughing while trying to get him to stop.
"Peanut butter and jam for lunch," Sherlock whispers. "And-"
"Hey, Ian!" a tall, blonde girl squeals as she passes.
Ian smiles. "Hey, Chloe."
Sherlock only pauses for a second, then continues. "That person got a cab here and-"
Another girl, this one shorter and red headed, touches Ian's arm as she passes. "Hello, Ian!"
Ian smiles and waves. "Hi, Brook."
Sherlock pauses to look at his son, then goes on. "And that person-"
A third girl, this one dark skin and brunette, positively beams at him. "Ian, hi!"
Ian swipes hair out of his eyes and grins widely. "Hey, Angie."
Sherlock stops in the hallway. "What is this, what's going on?"
Ian looks at him. "What?"
"All the girls who pass either say hello or stare at you like you're a celebrity."
"Yeah, so?"
"Are you..." Sherlock examines him. "Are you cute?"
Ian blushes. "Dad!"
"Do these girls like you?"
Ian covers his face. "Ugh, Dad!"
"I suppose you do look quite a lot like me and Amy is very attractive-"
"Dad!" Ian tries again. "Let's go!"
"Your Dad is going to be so proud, son."
The oldest looking girl walks by right then. "Hey Ian, call me," she says, smiling widely.
Ian smiles back and is about to agree, but Sherlock stops him.
"Absolutely not that girl is nearly fifteen. You are twelve."
"I'm thirteen!"
"Since when?!"
"Since six months ago!"
John catches up to them by now. "What's going on?"
Sherlock answers. "Your son is a...what's the word? Stud!"
John cracks a smile. "Ian, way to-"
"The last girl was nearly fifteen, John."
John laughs. "Well that's a bit too old for you, son, but-"
"Dad!" Ian cries again, this time at John.
John pats his shoulder. "Come on. What's your next class?"
"History," Ian says, leading them down the hall.
"Oh, goody!" John says.
Ian groans in frustration and walks faster. John and Sherlock laugh together and follow their flustered son.
