QAF Babies, Chapter Two

As yet unnamed (feel free to make suggestions...I've only had one idea so far, and it's crazy [QAF Babies, like Muppet Babies/Drawn Together Babies])
Rating: R
Story type: AU, romance, high school fic
Notes: For this fic, Brian and Justin are the same age. I'll include the usual suspects (Daphne and Emmett) and as many of the other QAF characters as I can.
Word Count: 693
General Summary: Justin's father loses the furniture store, thrusting the Taylor family into rocky financial waters. As a result, Justin must transfer to Carnegie High, a public high school, where he meets a hot football player, in fact, Carnegie High's star quarterback, and falls madly in love.

 

Brian Kinney. As I discovered this morning in home ec, my future boyfriend’s name is Brian Kinney. I “met” him briefly yesterday before homeroom and then saw him pass by my home ec classroom later that morning. We exchanged a glance and a smile. It seems that he had a study hall scheduled for that period, but then switched it to home ec before homeroom. (Is it possible that he made this change so that he could see me every day? The very thought causes my heart to beat triple time.) All this I learned when he sauntered into my classroom, handed a note to my teacher, Mrs. Newman, and answered her questions. Now he’s sitting next to me at one of the six large grey tables in the room. I’m happy to say that we have the table to ourselves.
 

Already I can see the difference between Carnegie High and St. James. St. James has six different home ec classes, whereas Carnegie High has only one. The one class covers the same basic areas that the six separate classes do at St. James (nutrition, sewing, household management, and child care), though in much less detail, I imagine. When Mrs. Newman isn’t watching, I ask Brian, “Why would you take this class? Aren’t you taking shop?”

 

He rests his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand and stares at me for a couple of minutes, smiling, but not saying a word. I blush and fidget uncomfortably.
 

Finally, he replies succinctly, “Yes.”
 

Then he stops leaning on his hand and tilts his head. He asks, in a sultry voice (or so I think), “What’s your real name, Sunshine?”
 

I smile. “Justin. Justin Taylor.”

 

He repeats slowly, “Justin Taylor.” My name has never sounded sexier.
 

I laugh uncomfortably and then whisper (Mrs. Newman had already shot us a couple warning looks), “You never answered my first question.”
 

In response, he asks playfully, “Why shouldn’t I take home ec? Where else will I learn how to cook my man a hearty meal, balance his checkbook, care for all our adopted babies, and darn his socks?”

 

I stare at him blankly. After a minute or two, he chuckles. “Maybe I just want to ogle your hot ass as you bend over to put cookies in the oven…”

 

I look away quickly, blushing a deep red. I glance around nervously, worried that our classmates had heard his last remark.



Brian teases, "So why are you taking home ec? Do you want to learn how to cook me hearty meals?"



I reply, "Yes" without thinking. When he raises an eyebrow, I correct myself quickly, sputtering, "Uh, I mean, I want to learn to cook. My mom said she'd teach me how to make some of her signature dishes after I learn the basics here."



Brian just smiles and nods as though he doesn't believe me.
 

The bell rings. We just naturally fall into step with each other, heading toward the lunch room.
 

I look around and then ask shyly, “Aren’t…aren’t you worried that people will know?”
 

He inquires, “Know what?” innocently.
 

But I know he understands me perfectly, so I give him another blank stare. He smiles and then replies, “No one believes I’m gay. No one believes that any gay person would talk so openly about it. Especially a football player.”
 

I stammer, “But…but aren’t they suspicious because you don’t have girlfriends?”
 

Brian shakes his head. “Nope. I tell everyone that I would never date a girl from this school. Of course, I wouldn’t date a girl from any school or any girl at all, but most don’t need to know that. The only people who need to know are the people I’m fucking (he pauses and shoots me a predatory look) or planning to fuck.”
 

I turn a bright red, from my head down to my toes. Brian laughs, whispers in my ear, “You’re so much fun to embarrass, Sunshine…and incredibly hot when you blush,” and then veers toward the jock table. I just stare after him in wonder.
 

TBC…