Inspired by rynaross , who said she really wants to see Connor’s teammates find out he’s gay. Once she said that, I couldn’t stop imagining how it would happen.
Jude’s always been very vocal about his disinterest in sports. But when Connor tells him that his dad won’t be able to make his next baseball game, Jude can’t help but make a plan to show up. Connor’s so good at sports and deserves to have someone there to tell him that. The only thing Jude’s worried about is that Marianna literally couldn’t contain herself when he told her where he was going, and she simply refused to allow him to leave without first having him make a “Go Connor!” sign, which bears a large sparkly smiley face in the corner (drawn with a neon purple glitter pen). “I always made them for Jesus’s wrestling matches; it’s not weird, Jude!” Jude kind of thinks that’s BS, it is weird, but he still takes extra care in making sure his handwriting is nice and neat, a hint of a little grin making it’s way to his lips.
He doesn’t even really plan on using the sign, he’s really just carrying it out of the house so that Marianna is pleased. Once he gets to the bleachers, he sits, sign on his lap, and looks over at the dugout. Where is Connor?
When Jude spots the dirty-blonde hair poking out from underneath the red cap of the boy that’s up to bat and about to swing, it’s like a knee-jerk reaction; Jude leaps to his feet, wiggles the sign, and giggles Connor’s name over the sound of the other cheering sports fans.
Connor has passed first base and is halfway to second before he gets tagged out. Jude continues to wave his little sign, hoping to get Connor’s attention; I’m here, you’re doing great!, he wants to shout.
Connor’s all the way back to the dugout before anyone says anything. Alex, one of the biggest guys on the team, stops Connor before he sits down.
“Hey, who’s the little dude waving that sign like his life depended on it?”
Connor’s eyes squint as he looks up towards the bleachers. Instantly his eyes connect with Jude’s, the smaller boy lowering his sign and shrugging, large smile visible from where he stands. Connor’s mouth stretches to match before he can even stop himself.
Alex stares at him expectantly. Connor breaks Jude’s gaze to glance over to his teammate, grin not slipping in the slightest.
“That’s Jude. That’s my boyfriend.”
Connor’s so fricking happy about it that Alex can’t bare to question him further.
