Meet the Gaffneys
Summary: Kelly brings Tracey home to meet her family.
Pairing: Kelly/Tracey
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Actually, that would be a lie. I do not own Kelly or Tracey.
Kelly Gaffney sat down on her girlfriend Tracey Kibre's bed in her New York apartment. She stared at Tracey and watched as her girlfriend put on another outfit. This one consisted of a dark red shirt with flowers around the collar and edges of the sleeves and a black skirt that came to just above Tracey's knees.
"Is this one ok?" Tracey asked as she turned around from her closet to face Kelly. Before waiting for the blond's reply, Tracey began taking off the skirt. She tossed it into the large pile of outfits she had already rejected. "The skirt's too short," she muttered to herself. "I should be wearing pants. I don't want to look slutty or anything."
Kelly smiled slightly. Tracey was cute when she was nervous. Kelly then rose and walked over to Tracey. She placed a gentle, reassuring hand on Tracey's left shoulder. "You look great no matter what you wear," Kelly stated. "I don't know why you're so worried. I'm the one who should really be worried. My family's very religious…"
"Which puts even more pressure on me," Tracey interrupted as she turned back around to face her closet. "You are their daughter. They will always love you." She sighed heavily as she pulled out a different skirt. This one was also black, but it was a little longer. "They don't know me. All they know about me is that I--"
"Work with me," Kelly lamely finished Tracey's statement. She took a step back and began moving back to Tracey's bed. She did not want to look up and see the disappointment she presumed must be present on Tracey's face. "Trace, I'm sorry," she started as she sat down and began fidgeting nervously with her hands. "I wanted to tell them about you."
"Really?" Tracey asked as she fixed the zipper on her skirt. "What stopped you?" She glanced down at her skirt again. The length seemed more appropriate, but the slit came up almost to her hip. Frustrated, Tracey pulled that skirt off as well and kept searching through her closet for something to wear. At Kelly's silence, she added, "Are you ashamed of me?"
"Heavens no!" Kelly exclaimed as she stood up from the bed again. "I really wanted to tell them. You're the best person I've ever met in my life. You make me happy, and I love you." She finally looked up at Tracey. Although the two of them had been going out for a few months now, this was the first time those three words have been spoken.
Tracey smiled slightly as she looked up at Kelly. "Do you mean that?" she asked.
Kelly nodded as she walked over to Tracey. She pulled the brunette into a hug and wrapped her thin arms around Tracey's back. She smiled as she felt Tracey doing the same. "I wouldn't lie to you," Kelly said softly. She rested her head on top of Tracey's for a moment. The raspberry aroma from Tracey's shampoo moved its way up into her nose. She smiled, pulling away slightly. "To hell with my family," she announced. "You're way too important to me for them not to know."
"Are you sure?" Tracey asked.
Kelly nodded again. "I don't care what they think. If they truly love me, they'll be glad that I found someone who makes me as happy as they make each other." She frowned slightly as she tried to convince herself the conversation would go smoothly.
"You're still scared, aren't you?" Tracey asked as she and Kelly walked over to the bed. The two of them sat down, and Tracey placed a reassuring hand on Kelly's thigh.
"Terrified," Kelly admitted. "My parents just don't understand. They're very strictly Catholic, and news like this goes against that. I don't know how they'll take it."
Tracey nodded sympathetically as she wrapped a comforting arm around Kelly's shoulders. "It won't be that bad," she assured her girlfriend. "They'll still love you." She kissed Kelly's cheek lightly. "And no matter what they say, I'll always love you."
Kelly smiled as she turned to face Tracey. "Thank you," she said sincerely before moving her head closer to Tracey's. Their lips touched as the two of them moved in closer. Tracey's tongue joined with Kelly's as they kissed.
"Well then," Kelly said as she pulled away. "We should get going. I told them we'd be there by seven." She stood up and reached for her jacket at the end of the bed. "Ready?" she asked as she stood up and extended her hand to Tracey.
Tracey took one look at herself and shook her head.
"You're not getting cold feet, are you?" Kelly asked. "I know I made it sound awful, but my parents are pretty nice. Just overly religious."
Tracey smiled. "It's not that. I'm sure I'll like them. I like you, after all," she pointed out.
"Then what is it?" Kelly asked. "My mom's cooking is not the worst in the world. It resembles actual food," she added.
"It's not the food," Tracey continued. "I know how much this dinner means to you, and I doubt your parents will think fondly of me if I arrive dressed in only a shirt and underwear," she said finally as she gestured down at her apparel.
"True," Kelly noted with a smile. "I do have my differences from them," she admitted. She walked over to Tracey's dresser and knew which drawer to open. She searched through it for a moment before pulling out a simple black pair of pants. "These are perfect," she assured Tracey as she handed the pants over.
Tracey smiled gratefully as she took the pants and put them on. She took a moment to look in the mirror next to her bed. "What do you think?" she asked as she turned back to Kelly.
Kelly smiled once again. "You've never looked better," she said honestly. "Come on," she said as she took Tracey's hand. "We don't want to be late."