Parents' Weekend
Title: Parents' Weekend
Author: squoze_so_hard
Pairing: Gerard/Bert
Rating: PG-13 for language?
POV: Third Person/Gerard's
Summary: Gerard loves the guy, he really does. Really. But sometimes Bert, bless his heart, just gets things...Wrong. Despite his wonderful intentions.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Author Note: I started this last year and JUST finished it. Enjoy.
Gerard is really fucking nervous. Like, more nervous than he's ever been in his entire god damn life. It's exactly 10 minutes and 24 seconds until the start of Parent's Weekend and Bert-fucking Bert McCracken- has not shown up yet. He's not worried that his boyfriend won't show up. He may be a fuck up, but unreliable he is not. It's just that.
Well.
Gerard loves the guy, he really does. Really. But sometimes Bert, bless his heart, just gets things...
Wrong. Despite his wonderful intentions.
Bert has been Freaking. Out. Since Gerard told him that he would get to meet his parents. Not in the obvious, commitaphobe way, but in the way that Bert does everything.
Uniquely. Which is not-so-subtle code for downright strangely.
For example, in the past week, whenever Gerard would mention how excited he was to see what his mom has done with her hair this month (She and Frank get along really well) or what new sign of old age his dad is complaining about, Bert simply gets up and walks away, leaving Gerard mid-sentence and wide-mouthed.
“I had to feed my Quinn.” was his favorite excuse so far.
In all honesty, Gerard thought that it was really cute. But he's still a little nervous.
Gerard fluffs his pillows one more time, checking under them one last time for any stray used condoms (Bert's also kind of a dirty mother fucker). Just when he thinks he might actually fluff the feathers out of the thing, he hears a knock at the door. His first reaction is one of panic, until he checks his watch and realizes that he still has 8 minutes and 13 seconds until Donna and Donald invade the room that he shares with Frankie.
It must be Bert. He sighs with relief.
He opens the door to greet his boyfriend with a warm smile only to chuckle lovingly at the sight that awaits him.
“Um. I hope I'm not overdressed.” Bert says, as he nervously pulls at the bow tie (yes, bow tie) around his neck.
If there had ever been a moment when Gerard felt like his heart was going to melt right there in his chest and just ooze out of his ass,
this was it.
As he looks at the young man from head to toe, from him newly washed (it had to be the first time in months) hair, smelling faintly of peaches, to his least ripped and holed t-shirt, reading “Saint”, to his knee-length plaid shorts and finally to his spotless gold Nike's thathereallyhopedheaskedJepha'spermissiontowearbecausegodknowshedoesnotwantBerttodie...,Gerard feels nothing but love.
“You look great, honey.” Gerard smiles and Bert beams. As his cheeks burn with relief, Gerard moves aside to let him enter the room.
He envelopes Bert in a big, warm hug and takes a deep breath of his clean scent.
Because only god knows when he's going to smell that again.
Author: squoze_so_hard
Pairing: Gerard/Bert
Rating: PG-13 for language?
POV: Third Person/Gerard's
Summary: Gerard loves the guy, he really does. Really. But sometimes Bert, bless his heart, just gets things...Wrong. Despite his wonderful intentions.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Author Note: I started this last year and JUST finished it. Enjoy.
Gerard is really fucking nervous. Like, more nervous than he's ever been in his entire god damn life. It's exactly 10 minutes and 24 seconds until the start of Parent's Weekend and Bert-fucking Bert McCracken- has not shown up yet. He's not worried that his boyfriend won't show up. He may be a fuck up, but unreliable he is not. It's just that.
Well.
Gerard loves the guy, he really does. Really. But sometimes Bert, bless his heart, just gets things...
Wrong. Despite his wonderful intentions.
Bert has been Freaking. Out. Since Gerard told him that he would get to meet his parents. Not in the obvious, commitaphobe way, but in the way that Bert does everything.
Uniquely. Which is not-so-subtle code for downright strangely.
For example, in the past week, whenever Gerard would mention how excited he was to see what his mom has done with her hair this month (She and Frank get along really well) or what new sign of old age his dad is complaining about, Bert simply gets up and walks away, leaving Gerard mid-sentence and wide-mouthed.
“I had to feed my Quinn.” was his favorite excuse so far.
In all honesty, Gerard thought that it was really cute. But he's still a little nervous.
Gerard fluffs his pillows one more time, checking under them one last time for any stray used condoms (Bert's also kind of a dirty mother fucker). Just when he thinks he might actually fluff the feathers out of the thing, he hears a knock at the door. His first reaction is one of panic, until he checks his watch and realizes that he still has 8 minutes and 13 seconds until Donna and Donald invade the room that he shares with Frankie.
It must be Bert. He sighs with relief.
He opens the door to greet his boyfriend with a warm smile only to chuckle lovingly at the sight that awaits him.
“Um. I hope I'm not overdressed.” Bert says, as he nervously pulls at the bow tie (yes, bow tie) around his neck.
If there had ever been a moment when Gerard felt like his heart was going to melt right there in his chest and just ooze out of his ass,
this was it.
As he looks at the young man from head to toe, from him newly washed (it had to be the first time in months) hair, smelling faintly of peaches, to his least ripped and holed t-shirt, reading “Saint”, to his knee-length plaid shorts and finally to his spotless gold Nike's thathereallyhopedheaskedJepha'spermissiontowearbecausegodknowshedoesnotwantBerttodie...,Gerard feels nothing but love.
“You look great, honey.” Gerard smiles and Bert beams. As his cheeks burn with relief, Gerard moves aside to let him enter the room.
He envelopes Bert in a big, warm hug and takes a deep breath of his clean scent.
Because only god knows when he's going to smell that again.