I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Dinner Party

Taylor hates dinner parties. In the six years she’s been with you, not once has she enjoyed one. And yet here she is, in an all-black Brioni tuxedo with you on her arm in a matching evening dress from Chanel. Your Veyron has been left with the valet, and as you approach the house's steps and lavish porch, Taylor squeezes your hand lightly, smiling to herself when you squeeze in return.

You take the lead from there--Taylor is still unused to formal settings like these, even after half a dozen years--and guide her into the house and to the dining room.

Dinner will be served a little later by the hosts, Mr. and Mrs. Hawkins, who are family friends and yet just as pretentious as every other person currently in the room.

Taylor especially hates the aristocratic couple because Mrs. Hawkins has been disapproving of your relationship since the very beginning. She doesn't believe it's proper that two people in a relationship should have met at a car dealership. Mrs. Hawkins also dislikes Taylor for a reason unknown, so Taylor is only returning the gesture.

You first lead Taylor to the drinks table, where you hand her a Negroni Sbagliato, the drink you know she loves at these events.

While Taylor idly sips her drink, you find a glass of red wine for yourself.

The night wears on, and it isn't very long before Mrs. Hawkins inevitably approaches you and Taylor, her beady eyes overflowing with disgust and disdain.

Taylor plasters a smile on her face, as do you.

When the older woman is in front of you and starting a conversation, having completely ignored Taylor, you put her arms around your waist.

Taylor smirks slightly. She knows full well that you’re simply doing this to rile Mrs. Hawkins up and prove a point, so she does not object nor disobey. She wraps her arms around you and nuzzles into your neck, her hands splaying across your stomach.

Mrs. Hawkins' eyes narrow at this display of affection, and she asks, very pointedly, "Tell me, Y/N, how much longer do you plan to entertain this phase?" Her voice drips with condescension, each word carefully sharpened to cut.

You feel Taylor tense slightly in your embrace, the subtle shift imperceptible to anyone else. Taylor's smirk grows, but there's a fire behind her eyes now, one that she has to work hard to keep from spilling over.

"This 'phase,'" you reply coolly, your fingers tracing small, soothing circles over Taylor's hands, "has lasted six years, Mrs. Hawkins. I would have thought you'd be used to it by now."

The older woman purses her lips, her disdainful gaze shifting briefly to Taylor, as if acknowledging her existence for the first time. "It's such a shame, really. You were always such a sensible girl. Your mother would have--"

"Would have loved Taylor," you interrupt sharply, your tone losing some of its previous politeness. "And she would have been happy for me. Happy that I've found someone who loves me for who I am."

Taylor tightens her hold around your waist, a silent show of support. Her presence, her touch, is a comfort, a reminder that she isn't alone in this battle of social graces.

"Love," Mrs. Hawkins repeats, almost scoffing. "What do you know of love, dear? It's more than just . . . this." She waves a hand dismissively at your intimate posture. "You need stability, a proper match. Not whatever this is."

Taylor can't help herself anymore. The fire has been stoked, and she's had enough. "This," she says, voice low and steady, "is more real than any of the facades in this room." She meets Mrs. Hawkins' gaze head-on, unflinching. "And as for a 'proper match,' I'd say we've done just fine, wouldn't you, darling?"

You smile, a genuine, warm smile that you direct at Taylor before looking back at Mrs. Hawkins. "Better than fine," you say. "We're perfect."

Mrs. Hawkins sniffs, clearly not convinced, but your words and the loving glint in your eyes make it clear the conversation is over.

As Mrs. Hawkins stalks away, clearly displeased, you turn in Taylor's arms, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Thank you for standing up for us."

Taylor kisses your temple softly, a promise of love and solidarity. "Always," she murmurs. "It's us against the world, remember?"

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