Den of Iniquity :: Jodine16's slash fanfiction

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Meet the Parents by Jodine16 [Reviews - 0]

Lady Gaga stood in front of her suitcases staring at her wardrobe intently with her makeup/clothing artist Jenna. “I have no idea what to do,” Lady Gaga finally announced. “I don’t know what reaction I want or what I want them to focus on.”

Jenna smiled. “You don’t want them seeing what Bill first saw.”

Lady Gaga gave her a wry look. “Bill loves things that scrap against the woodwork of society’s norms; his words not mine. And, I’m not sure his parents are like that. They could be weird, 1950’s pod people—”

“Or they’re just normal people who accept everyone for who they are,” Jenna interrupted, “I meant you’d have to be if you’re going to have a set of twins like the Kaulitz’s.”

Lady Gaga laughed. “Okay you have a point there, but it’s not helping with this.” She gestured towards the suitcases.

Tapping her fingers against her lips, Jenna stepped foreward and started rummaging through shirts and dresses. “What’s this dinner again?”

“His mom’s making tortellini with a family secret sauce, or something like that,” she replied, pulling her phone out when she received a text from a friend.

“Okay, so nothing formal, guess the classic little black dress is out,” Jenna said, stepping away from Lady Gaga’s assortment of dresses. “Maybe jeans and a fancy black shirt?” She held both items up and sighed in exasperation when she saw Lady Gaga was busily texting away. “Stefani, focus, eyes here!”

Lady Gaga flinched and had the decency to look sheepish as she put her phone away. “Sorry, Akon was asking me about tour dates and stuff. What did you say?”

“Black shirt and jeans?” Jenna held them up.

“Not that shirt, where’s the one with the frills?” Lady Gaga asked as she went through her collection of belts. Studded, plain leather, or funky fabric? Dinners were so hard to dress for!

An hour, twelve shirts and a shower later, Lady Gaga was sitting in from of the hotel mirror, her makeup, hair rollers, and curling iron carefully arranged on the desk. “Just do some loose curls, a little poof and light makeup,” Jenna said despite her boss reluctance to keep her face simple. “Just remember, having Bill’s parents’ approval is good to have but you don’t need it. The only person who should love you the way you are is you. No one comes before that.”

“I just don’t want to cause problems for Bill and his folks,” she muttered, closing her eyes as Jenna began applying eyeliner.

“Don’t start thinking like that otherwise you’ll be someone you aren’t,” Jenna warned.

Lady Gaga snorted. “And that’s different from any other day of the week how?”

“Lady Gaga and Stefani are two totally different people and I think the Kaulitz’s should meet Stefani not Lady Gaga. I’m sure they’ve seen plenty of tabloids,” Jenna replied.

Lady Gaga laughed suddenly. “God, I’m making such a big deal out of this and it’s only dinner with the parents! I bet Bill’s probably trying to decide his next wardrobe for his upcoming tour.”

Bill stared at himself in the mirror. “I don’t think I can do this.”

Tom didn’t glance up from the Playboy he was reading. “What eat? That’s a surprise, I should call the press!”

“Asshole,” Bill glared. “I meant having Stefani, Mom and Gordon meet. I think we should call it off.”

Tom snorted. “And see Mom actually live up to her threat of going to the States just to meet her?” He paused. “Actually I’d pay to see that.” He set his magazine aside and stood up. “I’ll go tell Mom you’re too pussy for dinner.” He started moving towards the door, laughing when Bill grabbed him. “I was just kidding, little brother. Geez, lighten up. What’s so hard about having the ‘rents meet your girlfriend?”

Bill stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “What’s so hard? What if they don’t like her? What if she doesn’t like them? What if Mom doesn’t cook the ground beef and makes Stefani sick? What if Gordon starts telling those stupid golfing jokes? What if—”

“What if nothing. Go shower, put some clothes on and wait for Her Ladyship to show up. Then you introduce her to Mom and Gordon we all eat, then go to the living room to watch a movie or something.”

Bill scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why do you always have good advice at the worst times?”

“Because I’m older and already know this stuff,” Tom smirked. “I have many wise years over you.”

“Dating Miley Cyrus for a week and Andreas when we were ten doesn’t count as having wise years, you douche,” Bill punched him in the shoulder.

“Does so!”

“Does not!”

“Does so!” Tom grabbed Bill before he could utter another word and pushed him towards the bathroom. “Shower before she gets here.”

Bill paled when he saw the time. “Oh shit, I only have an hour to get ready!”

Tom rolled his eyes at his brother’s dramatics as his younger brother fled to the bathroom. “Prima donna.”

Lady Gaga made a mental note to give her driver a raise as he smoothly made his way through the city to the suburbs where Bill’s parents lived. Most of the streets looked the same, and let’s not forget everything was in German. “Thanks Jerry, I’ll call you when I need a ride back to the hotel,” she said when they pulled to a modest looking home.

“Certainly, Miss,” he said, tipping his hat to her and driving off when she got out. Taking a deep breath she headed up the steps and rang the doorbell. She didn’t even have to wait a minute before the door opened, revealing a slightly flustered looking Bill.

She gave him a smile, feeling relieved she wasn’t the only one nervous as hell. “Hey.”

“Hey, glad you could make it.”

A German, female voice drifted from the kitchen. “Bill, who is it?”

“Stefani,” Bill called back, stepping aside to let her in. “Can I take your coat?”

Lady Gaga nodded, handing it over. “Certainly, my sweet gentleman.” She couldn’t stop the grin on her face at Bill’s blushing face. He was so cute when he did that.

“Ah, Stefani, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” a man came into the living room. His accent was a little thick and Lady Gaga assumed it was Bill’s step-father, Gordon.

She smiled politely. “Hello, it’s nice to finally be able to take some time off,” she said, shaking his hand.

“Yes, Bill was saying you’ve had a hectic month. Come, Simone’s just finishing the cheese.” He led them to the dining room where Tom was already seated with his feet propped up on the table, texting away.

“Tom, where are your manners?!” Bill glared, smacking his feet off the table.

“Georg’s borrowing them hoping to get laid tonight,” Tom said smirking. He gave Lady Gaga a wink, who had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing aloud.

“Ha ha, you’re a real comedian.” Bill said, pulling out a chair for Lady Gaga, before sitting down next to her.

Fortunately, Simone chose that moment to bring the spaghetti and tomato sauce dishes out. She gave Tom a look to remind him to behave, before going back to get the salad.

“So Bill told me you own a guitar shop,” Lady Gaga said after a long moment of silence.

Gordon beamed and started telling her about how he helped the twins with their career and then went into detail about Bill’s first bout of fame, much to the brunet’s mortification.

“At least you weren’t kicked off in the very beginning,” Lady Gaga pointed out, sliding her hand into his under the table.

“And didn’t stop trying despite what those nasty school kids said,” Simone added sitting down. “Alright dig in, did you want anything to drink, dear? Soda, wine, water?”

“Wine would be nice please,” she said.

After dinner, Lady Gaga and Bill were curled up on the love seat while Bill’s parents were on the couch. They were watching Fantastic 4 (mostly because it was the only thing Bill and Tom could agree on), well Simone, Gordon, and Tom were. Lady Gaga and Bill were having a quiet conversation, trying to figure out when they could be together again.

“No sex on the couch!” Tom yelled from his seat in the armchair.

Bill jerked back from giving Lady Gaga a light kiss and glared at his twin. “Just because I’m getting some and you aren’t doesn’t mean you need to be an ass about it.”

Lady Gaga laughed, resting her head on Bill’s shoulder. Tom stuck his tongue out at the couple them became immersed in the movie.

“Want to stay the night?” Bill whispered.

“Why Mr. Kaulitz, are you propositioning me?” Lady Gaga said with a twinkle in her eye.

Bill blushed. “You just looked tired, promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

Bill swallowed his throat suddenly dry. “Erm, we’re going to turn in early. Big day tomorrow.”

“What big day, I thought you said David gave you all the day off,” Simone frowned.

Tom smirked and Gordon cleared his throat. “Well, have a good night then.”

“Yeah, have a really good night,” Tom called after them.

“Tom is such a jerk,” Bill scowled, his good mood gone as he stomped up the stairs.

“He’s just jealous you can keep a girl for more than a week,” Lady Gaga reassured him. They entered Bill’s room and Lady Gaga stepped up to Bill, putting her hands on his hips. “So still going to keep your hands to yourself?”

Bill grinned. Tom’s cracks about his love life were sometimes just a small sacrifice to pay for moments like these.

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