Meet the Parents - for @teenpeter (twitter 'verse)

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Kitty paced nervous in her room while she waited for Peter to arrive.  She could hear the football game on the tv in the living room, and the sounds of her foster father cheering along.  She'd though about offering to help her foster mom, Carol, make dinner, but had realized that not only did she not know how to cook anything, but she was so nervous she was likely to drop anything she picked up.

"I've got it!" she shouted when the doorbell rang.  Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking when she opened the door.  She tried to smile, reminding herself he was probably even more nervous than she was.

"Hi."

 

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Peter took a cab over to her house just in case her parents might notice how he arrived. Wiping his hands on his pants he cursed to himself wondering if he should have brought something.

The cab came to a stop in in front of there small home. He sits for a moment after paying the cabbe, taking a few deep breaths. Getting out and ringing the doorbell, he fidgets with the hem of his shirt.

When the door opens he's glad it's Kitty. "Hi," He smiles, leaning in and giving her cheek a quick kiss.

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She raised an eyebrow as she watched the cab drive away. She'd assumed he'd come in the limo he'd taken her out in. The more she thought about it, though, she realized it was the safe bet. Neither of them was completely sure how her parents felt about him being wealthy.

She took his hand, clinging to it for dear life. She kept forcing herself to take deep breaths to try to slow down her racing heart.

"They're going to love you," she said, partially for him, partially for herself.

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He grins down at her. "I'm sorry, I totally spaced on bring anything. I think that's customary with this kind of thing."

Peter follows her into the house.The smell of food fills his nose. "It really smells good in here. You helping to cook?"

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"We're just kids. I don't think they expect you to bring a bottle of wine or anything. Actually, I think they have money on whether you actually show up or not."

That fact made her sad, as if they think she's not good enough for him or something. The walls in the house were thin, and she'd heard them talking. She cried herself to sleep after her foster father said he understood the rich kid being willing to screw her, but actually date her and meet her parents?

She shook her head in response to his question. "I didn't think giving someone food poisoning would be such a great idea. I can't cook."

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Peter groaned. Is her foster parents that bad or think so low of her that they would bet on her life like that?

He smiled at her, taking her hand. "Don't worry, Kitty. I'll put on my Petrelli charm and they will melt in my hands." He said softly hoping that they won"t hear him.

He raised his voice back to normal, "Me neither. The best I can make is soup from a can." He chuckled trying to make a joke.

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She squeezed his hand and led him into the living room. Her foster father, Roger, got up from his chair, but didn't turn the game off. It was more than Kitty had expected.

"Roger, Carol, this is Peter Petrelli. Peter, these are my parents." Carol was so sensitive about being called 'foster' that Kitty had learned not to introduce her that way. But she knew Peter knew, she'd told him everything about her.

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Peter followed Kitty into the living room. He smiled as she introduced him to them.

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Anderson." He offers his hand to them, making sure to give Roger a firm hand shake.

"Thank you for inviting me over. Do I get to call you Neo, sir?" He says straight faced, squeezing Kitty's hand.

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Roger stared back at Peter. "Call me what?" he asked.

Kitty laughed nervously. "It's a joke, Roger. It's from a movie... you wouldn't understand."

She led Peter over to the couch and took a seat, wondering if she should still be holding Peter's hand or not. When it came down to it, she didn't care what they though about it, she needed the comfort from him, so she held on tightly.

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"Sorry, sir. I was trying to make a joke." He bit his lip to stop himself from embarrassing himself further.

He sat next to Kitty and held her hand tight, he need the reassurance that he wasn't facing them alone. The silence that fell in the room was deafening. Everyone was eying everyone hoping the other person would speak first.

Noticing the football game was still on he figured he would start.

"So...are Giants winning?"

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Roger spun his La-z-boy around to face the television again. Kitty squeezed Peter's hand and smiled - he'd said exactly the right thing.

"They're down by 3, but they've got the ball." Roger looked over his shoulder at Peter, eyeing him up and down and seeming to make some decision about his appearance.

"Don't suppose you play ball, do ya? I was quarterback of my team in high school. Made all state and got a full ride to college until I blew out my knee." He returned his attention to the television just as the Giants scored.

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That close, huh? I'm sure they have it in the bag.

"No, sir. I'm more of a track and field type. Mother wouldn't let me go out for football. Afraid I might get kill or something."

Peter cheered with Roger as the Giants scored.

What a perfect icon!

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She cheered right along with them, slowly starting to relax.

"Yeah, I thought ya looked a little fragile." Roger snorted. "Just teasin' ya, kid. If I'd had a son I mighta done the same thing, considering what happened to my knee and all."

Carol called for someone to come set the table, and Kitty jumped up. "Coming!"

I know, I love it.

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Peter stood and started to follow her, not sure if he wanted to stay without her protection and comfort.

"Need some help with that, Kitty?"

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She was hoping the guys would stay together and bond, but she understood he might now want to be far from her.

"Sure." She handed him four sets of silverware. "I'll get the glasses."

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He takes the silverware and starts laying them on the table next to the already set plates. Glancing over at her every so often, glad she's no a mind reader, because all he wants to do is take her to her bedroom.

It was a nice little dace the three of them did getting dinner ready. Kitty and Peter setting the table with everything they would need and her mom putting the food on.

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"Thank you for your help, Peter," Carol said, giving him a smile. Kitty knew winning Carol over would be easy. She hadn't been able to resist the Petrelli charm, how could anyone else?

Carol disappeared into the kitchen, and Kitty pulled Peter into a quick hug. "You're doing great."

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Peter hugged her back and kissed the top of her head.

"I hope so. They're nice, Kitty. Don't know why you were so worried."

He looked over the set table. "Anything else we need?"

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She shrugged. "I think they pretty much know that nothing would make me stop seeing you, so they're trying their hardest to like you. Plus, you know, you're rich and all. They're not stupid."

She surveyed the table. "I think that's everything."

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Mrs. Anderson comes out carrying the main dish and calls for her husband and tell the kids to have a seat. Peter takes the seat opposite Kitty and just beams at her over all the good food.

"It all looks real good, Mrs. Anderson."

He places the napkin across his lap and makes sure he doesn't put his elbows on the table top.

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For a few minutes all was quiet as the dishes were passed around and the four began eating. Then Roger broke the silence.

"So young Mr. Petrelli, just what are your intentions with Kitty, besides screwing her?"

Kitty choked on her potatoes and gave him the glare of death. How could he corner Peter like that??

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Peter nearly spit out his milk at the man's question and wiped his mouth with a napkin to compose himself.

"Call me Peter, sir. I love your daughter and yes, it's more than sex with her." He beams over at Kitty. "You might think this is cheesy, but it's like she's the other part of my soul."

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Peter's words brought tears to her eyes, and were the only thing that could make her stop glaring at her dad. She reached forward with her foot and rubbed it against his under the table, smiling and trying not to cry. She knew he loved her, but she'd never heard him say something so sweet.

"That's very sweet, Peter, but you two are just children," Carol chimed in. "What about next year, when she's graduated, and you're still in school?"

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His smile faltered at the word children, but returned when he felt her foot rub on his.

Peter turned to Carol. "Mrs. Anderson, we both know how old we are very careful at protecting ourselves with birth control. As for graduation, I have acquired enough credits to graduate with Kitty's class." He said matter-of-factly, then took a sip of his milk again.

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"Oh, well, Kitty didn't mention that," Carol replied. Kitty rolled her eyes and focused on her plate. She was used to Carol twisting things around so that they were her fault.

"What about college? Kid like you, with parents like yours, you gotta be going," Roger chimed in.

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He picks at the remainder of his food with his fork.

"Yeah, ma has a college fund set up for me. Pretty much get to go wherever I want to go." Looks up at Kitty. "I'm just not too sure where that is yet, Ma'am. Somewhere I can study science for sure."