Over dinner, the red head decided. That's when he would tell them. Which is how Undertaker and William ended up in Grell's apartment the following Friday night with their sleeves rolled up to their elbows and aprons around their waist. Undertaker had his silver hair pulled back into a braid hanging over his shoulder, his eyes slightly visible beneath his bangs and William would be lying if he said he couldn't help but take a peek himself.
"Something on your mind Mr. Spears?" Undertaker asked breaking the silence.
"Actually...yes," William answered as he began chopping some garlic.
Undertaker waited for him to continue.
"Why are we the ones cooking?" he asked.
Undertaker was silent before starting to giggle in that uncontrollable way of his. "Ah that is a good question Mr. Spears. Where did our lovely host go off to?"
William found the laughter a bit infections and wiped his hands off. "I'll go see if I can find him."
"And leave me to finish all this? I think not," Undertaker replied.
William rolled his eyes and stepped out of the kitchen heading towards the red head's bedroom. He knocked before stepping inside and ducked when a shoe was thrown at his head only for it to hit Undertaker in the face.
"..." Undertaker picked up the shoe. "Dear...I think you lost this..."
Grell blushed embarrassed. "Sorry...I just...haven't found anything to wear."
"It's just dinner," William pointed out.
"Just dinner?" Grell asked. "This is the dinner William. You can't expect me to give bad news looking so so so horrible now can you?!"
"Calm down," William sighed going over. "You'll over exert yourself again. Just have a seat."
Grell obeyed and sat on his bed rubbing his chest and Undertaker took a seat next to him as William inspected the damage done to the closet. Grel sniffled and leaned against the Undertaker.
"I have nothing to wear..." he whinned.
"I wouldn't say that..." William commented as he looked through the closet. "Here. Why not this?"
He held up a short lacey red skirt that puffed out and would go just to Grell's knees, pairing it with a small v-neck lace lined top and a red wrap around sweater. "And you could wear your heels with the rhinestones," he shrugged.
Grell blinked. "That's a wonderful idea William," the redhead grinned getting up and kissing his cheek. "Now out both of you. Leave a girl to change in privacy."
William rolled his eyes but laid the clothes on the bed before leaving the bedroom with Undertaker following behind him back to the kitchen. They went back to fixing up the food. Loud noises coming from Grell's room making the both of them chuckle.
"It is going to be a long night," William sighed.
Ronald fixed his tie as he stood outside Grell's aparment. He was very confused at the moment and not sure what to expect after Grell had run out on him and Eric at the bar. He smoothed his hair back and knocked.
"It's open," Grell called from inside.
Ronald made sure the bottle of wine was secure and opened the door greeted with the smell of garlic.
"Smells good Senpai," he smiled shutting the door behind him.
"I wish I could take credit but it was really these two young men that gave me a hand," he grinned motioning to William and Undertaker sitting on the couch.
"Well it smells great either way," Ronald replied. "I wasn't sure if I should've brought anything so I brought a bottle of wine."
"Oh how wonderful," Grell smiled accepting the bottle and kissing the younger male on the cheek. "You have a seat. I'm just finishing up desert."
Ronald nodded and took a seat in one of the chairs across from William and leaned back. "Can't say I ever expected you to show up here."
William refrained from rolling his eyes. "Under the circumstances, I felt it was needed."
Ronald raised an eyebrow. "Right..."
Eric showed up fifteen minutes after Ronald and the men were led to the small dinning room. The table had a red dining cloth a glass of red wine at each seat. A roast chicken with garlic wine sauce, sauted potato's with a rich gravy and a bowl of french cut string beans with sliced carrots and a garden salad.
Everyone took their seats. Grell at the head of the table with William and Undertaker on either side and Ronald and Eric across from each other. They made small talk at first. Talking about work picking fun at their boss who only waved it off blushing faintly. Grell was his cheering self flirting with both men, in a subtle way, next to him.
It was desert that the mood shifted. Grell had made two kinds. A red velvet cheesecake as was his specialty and a cherry pie. They had coffee to sober them up a bit from all the wine that had been consumed with dinner and moved back to the living room.
Grell fidgeted nervously in his seat staring at his slice of cheesecake having an internal debate in his mind.
"Senpai...what's wrong? You've been nervous all night," Ronald finally said. Worry evident in his voice.
Grell sighed. "I...I have something to tell you...to tell you both."
Eric sat up having been leaning against the chair Ronald was sitting in.
"Well what is it?" Ronald asked.
Grell set his plate down on the coffee table taking a deep breath. "I...I have the thorns of death."
"You're just kidding right?" Ronald said.
Grell shook his head. "I'm afraid not Ronnie..."
"But how?" Eric asked. "I mean, you've been on desk duty for so long now. You haven't even been out in the field since..."
"The doctor said it was dormant in my system for some time now. He said that-"
Ronald was out the door before Grell had even finished. He flinched as it slammed shut the locks rattling a little. Eric set his plate down on the coffee table and began to move.
"No...I'll go," Grell told him getting up.
He found the blond in the garden behind the apartment complex sitting on the ground his knee's drawn to his chest, shoulders shaking and sobbing quietly. Grell sat down next to him and wrapped his arms around the smaller man's frame holding him as he sobbed into his chest.
"Fir...first Al..Alan..and..and no..now you," he stuttered crying. "I..is th..the universe trying to punish me?"
"Oh course not Ronnie. These things...they happen sometimes. We have no control over it," Grell tried to soothe rubbing his back.
Ronald took a shaky breath before pulling back and wiping his eyes. "But...who's going to give me advice? Who's going to help me plan my wedding who's going to-"
"Woah, wedding?" Grell asked raising an eyebrow.
Ronald looked away blushing. "It's nothing."
Grell poked his cheek. "Spill it young man."
Ronald sighed. "Erm...Eric and I have been talking about getting married..."
Grell smiled. "Oh that's wonderful Ronnie," the red head squealed. "I'm so happy for you."
Ronald blushed more as he was pulled into a death hug. "Thanks Senpai..." He returned the hug and cleared his throat as more tears threatened to fall. "Just...don't go dying on me before the wedding okay? And don't tell Eric I told you. He'd kill me."
Grell kisses his cheek. "Your secret is safe with me Ronnnie."