Tyler shifted uncomfortably as two fresher-girls sat down on either side of him. He looked at Matt for help, but all he got was a shrug.

He wanted to tell them to fuck off really badly, but they were going on and on about the game like... he had no idea.

Their perfumes were making him nauseous and they were right there in his face. He vaguely noticed Elena joining them, but actually just wished for these two pests to go away.

"Did you know," he heard Damon's voice cut through the chatter, "That this isn't actually Lockwood land?" he asked casually as he stood over the group, munching on another burger. Everyone quieted as he spoke. Many had gotten used to him as their history teacher- a teacher who partied, but they still respected him.

"Not really up for a history lesson," Ramona drawled.

"Which is why you nearly failed," Damon said casually. Quiet murmurs went through the gang sitting there, and the other people around them were starting to pay attention as well. "The property lines actually pass right here," he said and jumped up and down. He jumped to the left, "Lockwood," he jumped the the right, "Salvatore. This -" he gestured to the watering hole and the lawn, "Actually belongs to the old Salvatore manor which burned in 1867. Actually, the original Stefan and Damon Salvatore, were shot by their father, Guiseppe Salvatore, just up there -" he said and pointed towards the trees, "And the friend of one of their guests, Emily Bennett, found them both dead right here on the river. They used to play here as children, and though it a nice place to die. But, the point I was making; some laws from 1864 have not changed 'til this day. For example, courting laws," he suggested casually, "-or property laws."

"Is there a point to this history lesson?"

Damon paused, "My point, ms. Kurt and ms. Granger, is that if you don't get your hands off of my state championship quarterback, I will exercise my constitutionally protected right for trespassing on private property. In more ways than one."

Tyler gaped up at him, almost drooling at the striking image Damon made as he flashed his teeth.

"I don't see your name on him," Ramona stated cockily, draping her arm over his shoulder.

Tyler frowned. Up until now, they hadn't actually touched him for anything other than fleeting touches. "Get off me," he muttered and shrugged her arm off.

"You should look a little closer," Damon said and slipped his hand down the neck of the shit Tyler had put on and pulled out the dog tags. "Right there; Damon Salvatore. Now get out of my spot and go join the other cheap jailbait over there," he said and pointed.

"Go Damon-" Ryan clapped.

As neither of the girls moved, Tyler pulled Damon into his lap and kissed him deeply. Getting a full show, they finally got up and left.

Needless to say, Tyler doted on Damon the rest of the afternoon. Though if anyone had asked, his constant hovering was probably more for his own benefit than Damon's.

"Tyler is completely whipped, isn't he," Sean muttered into his beer.

Matt just chuckled, "If you had any idea..."

~*~

Later that evening saw Tyler and Damon on the steps on Lockwood manor once more. "I don't want to do this," Damon muttered, "Why are we doing this again?"

"Because we're having a baby and you insisted that my family needs to know," Tyler repeated for the hundredth time.

"I'm an idiot," Damon complained. Tyler just chuckled. "No I mean it. I shouldn't have yelled at those girls..."

"You were epic," Tyler grinned as the door opened. The smile slid off his face, "Mom," he greeted.

"Mrs. Lockwood," Damon said.

"Damon, Tyler, please come in," Carol greeted. She led them into one of the smaller dining rooms where Richard was already sitting.

"Where is Mason?" Tyler asked.

"He'll be joining for desserts," Richard said, "He's packing to go back to Florida."

"Ah," Tyler couldn't really say he was sad to see his uncle leave Mystic Falls. While he'd initially been happy to have another wolf close, he'd nearly cost Damon his life and that did not fly.

Carol noticed that her son hovered over Damon protectively. While it did not seem hostile, it still made her sad that he felt he needed to protect him in their presence.

The food was already on the table on silver plates with round lids to keep the food warm.

The dinner went smoothly and the casual chatter flowed smoothly. Mostly about Tyler's football scholarships which were piling up.

"What do you think Damon?"

"I think NYU would be the best choice," Damon said honestly. "For football, at least. It's a good university, point blank, but if Tyler wants to go pro..., he shrugged, "They're offering a spot on their varsity team, as well as try-outs for their city-team and summer camp for training."

"So you think NYU over Harvard?" Richard asked, obviously not agreeing.

"Harvard is very overrated," Damon said, "If Tyler wants to pursue football, Harvard is not the place to go. The reason their varsity team is so shit is because they overwork their student academically, having them do loads of stuff that's just unnecessary."

"And you would know this show?"

"Graduated top of my class in '09," Damon said, "Law and economics." He shrugged, "But it's Tyler's decision. He's the one who has to study there, and live there," he glanced at his lover, "If he's miserable, he wont do well. And... and the end of the day, its doesn't really matter where he gets his degree, as long as he does, and does it well."

Richard nodded, realising that Damon's logic was sound. "You are right," he said, "I was a Harvard man myself so I suppose I hold sentimental values," he nodded towards his son

"NYU would be a solid choice," Carol said with a satisfied nod and gave her husband a nod, "I was a NYU girl, after all," she said pointedly. "Now let's go into the sitting room for desserts."

"I'm sure Mason will join us soon," she said as they sat down. "Tyler, you said you had something to tell us?"

A/N; dun dun dun, and here comes the grand epic finale...