"Linds, I'm not so sure about this," Emily muttered, lying back down on her girlfriend's bed. They were in Lindsey's childhood home for Spring Break. Emily had been introduced to her parents as a best friend and they suspected nothing. 

"Em this secret isn't going to have to be a secret anymore!" the blonde protested. "You're no longer my coach, and I'm no longer your student. My parents are aware of my sexuality and it'll all be fine! We should tell them." 

Emily rolled her eyes. She understood why Lindsey was so eager to show off her girlfriend to her folks, but it just felt wrong. She knew that they wouldn't be happy when they found out that Emily was her coach. 

There was a knock on the door which Lindsey hopped up to get. 

"Hi girls!" Lindsey's mum greeted with a beam. She held out a plate of cookies and even though it seemed childish, Emily had to smile. "Thought you might like some of these." 

Lindsey took two and handed one to Emily, who bit into it immediately. "They're amazing, Ms. Horan, thanks!" 

"Aww, thanks Emily! You're so sweet!" Ms. Horan gushed, turning away.

 When the door shut Lindsey smiled smugly. "See?" she smirked. "She loves you."

Emily rolled her eyes once more. "Once she finds out I was your coach, I don't think that love with last!"  

Lindsey ignored her girlfriend. "Mom! Can you and Dad come up here for a moment?" she called blandly. Emily groaned loudly as the door burst open and the woman's parents came into view. Ms. Horan smiled at the once again and Mr. Horan had a cookie stuffed into his mouth.

"What is it?" Mr. Horan mumbled through a frown. His wife frowned at him, but Lindsey didn't notice. 

"Mom, Dad, Emily is m-my girlfriend. We've been together for four months now. Ms. Horan's smile grew after a momentary pause. 

"Aww! Emily, you're such a great girl! I'm really happy for you guys!" Ms. Horan gushed. Mr. Horan looked between the two with narrowed eyes. "Emily, how old are you?" he asked quietly. 

"I am 24, sir," Emily answered, throwing Lindsey an I-told-you-so glance. 

"Oh, so you're out of college," Ms. Horan smiled, leading everyone down the stairs. They were steep and wooded and Emily hit her head on the ceiling as they neared the bottom step. She winced and felt her girlfriend's laugh from behind her. 

"I am, yeah," Emily wheezed as they sat down in the kitchen. Lindsey sat down next to her and took her hand. Ms. Horan poured them all a glass of water, which the woman gratefully took. 

"Do you work?" Mr. Horan asked, coughing. 

Lindsey's grip tightened around Emily's hand, who answered the question somewhat hesitantly. "I was just relieved of my old job, and am currently applying for a new position. I'm into soccer, like Lindsey. I've played since I was three." 

Mr. Horan pursed his lips. "And what exactly was your old job?" he asked. 

Emily felt herself struggling to catch a breath. "I was a coach... a soccer coach... at-" she exchanged a look with Lindsey. "At NYU." 

Both parent's eyes widened and Ms. Horan's mouth opened slightly. 

Lindsey stood up quickly. "I know what you're thinking, and I know that you think this is wrong. But it isn't I swear! Em is no longer teaching me and I'm not her student." 

Mr. Horan swore. "But you were, Lindsey. And if you, Emily, had never been the coach of my daughter, I might have been okay with this! But you were, so I'm not!" he said, his voice rising in volume. The man's wife shock seemed to be beyond words as she started soundlessly between the couple.

Emily stood as well and moved closer to Lindsey. 

"Dad, whatever you think can't change this," she said determinedly. Her voice shook and Emily brought an arm around her waist. 

Mr. Horan snarled softly. "Then get the hell out of my house! If you become the talk of town for hooking up with a teacher, I will have NOTHING to do with it. Nothing, do you hear me?!" 

Lindsey released Emily's hand and grabbed her clothing bag from the other room. "We will then," she hissed. Emily slipped her backpack over her shoulders and before leaving the house, gave her girlfriend a long, passionate kiss. 

Both could hear Mr. Horan's glass shatter in his hand just before the door shut behind them. 

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