Title: Billy Brown
Genre: Angst / Fluffy
Pairing: Dave/Kurt, future!fic
Summary: Oh, Dave Karofsky had lived an ordinary life
Two kids, a dog and the precautionary wife
While it was all going accordingly to plan
Then Dave Karofsky fell in love with another man
AN: Long time without inspiration on this fic. I got a jolt of it again and hope to get more. Thanks to Karolina for being a lovely perfect my hour of neediness
"With the cosmic rare even of both I and Finn being home for thanksgiving Dad's going all out with the food and party. I wouldn't be surprised if he has enough Turkey to feed the old football team."
Kurt's voice has been spinning tails and relaying the holiday preparation into Dave's bluetooth for nearly an hour. Gifts for each of Dave's children were tucked into the back seat and a homemade French Apple Pie was settled in the passenger seat. Dave hasn't added to the conversation, but Kurt didn't need him to. Kurt knew Dave was on the road into hell and needed a friendly voice. Kurt began on the light, the adorable child he had spoken with, the details of her mother's fashion choices. It blended in Kurt's melodic voice, better than the radio.
Dave pulled into the cul de sac; years of spending holidays with his in-laws flying through his head. He remembered the year Jessica had been wide with their first child, chatting happily as they pulled up to the house. He could see little Carolina strapped into her carseat with Jessica, pregnant again, beside him in the back singing to him and filling up the quiet air.
Kurt's voice paused, reminding him of the present.
"Thanks for keeping me from freaking out."
"Anytime, David. Remember you can call me anytime. But I might have a melt down if you call while I'm trying to protect the turkey from greedy fingers of Finn, Dad, and the niece minions." Dave could hear the warm smile.
"Happy Thanksgiving Kurt." Dave stepped out of the car.
"Well if it isn't the faggot."
"Happy holidays, Susan. How's the botox hanging?" Dave's smile was all gritted teeth as his ex-wife's sister blocked the doorway.
"You should know that I don't think dad should have invited you. Or even talked to you at all considering what you did to his daughter." She hissed.
The scent of cooking hit him. Turkey and stuffing with the worst dry mashed potatoes would be just coming out of the oven. Sugar cookies were frosted and Dave's heart sunk. Today was going to be Carolina's first year helping. And he missed it.
"Daddy!" A tiny streak launched herself into Dave's arms. She was covered in red and white frosting and smelling of home cooking and joy. "Daddy! I made cookies! Daddy?"
The note of worry in his little girl's voice pulled him from his mind. He quickly cleared away the tears on his cheek. "You made cookies? That's amazing Carol-Bell."
Susan rolled her eyes and shouted into the other room. "Your faggot ex-husband is here."
And then there she was. The mother of his children, his college sweetheart, his saboteur, his Jessica. He tried to smile and she tried to smile back.
"Carolina, hunny, why don't you go give Grandpa a cookie?"
The distraction worked and the little girl scampered off. Dave watched Jessica, reading the wrinkle on her forehead that always came with worry. He could trace the lines at the corners of her eyes and counted the days she had spent crying.
"I'm sorry." She said it.
"Me too." Dave looked back toward the livingroom where the family he'd once been welcomed into was certainly listening. "I just want to be their dad."
"What about being my husband? It was a package deal. Wife, house, children. You can't just choose them and leave me."
"I don't fit the package. I never did." The confession washed away the lingering doubt.
"You could have tried a little harder. It was that client of yours, wasn't it? I can't stand the thought of you fucking some queer when you could be being my husband and their father."
"Nothing is stopping me from being their father except you. I want to be here for them. I love our kids. You know I do."
Jessica's blue eyes were filling with tears again and Dave felt his heart break. "So what am I after all this? An option? A surrogate for you and your lover? How long were you planning this?!"
"Jesus Christ, Jessica! I wasn't planning anything. I didn't even realize I wasn't cured after High School! I was lying to myself as much as I was to you. And you fucking knew!"
"Of course I knew. I didn't want a man who was going to cheat on me with my sister!" She was screeching.
"It's not my fault your prom-date knocked your sister up!"
"You know what, you fag, you can get the hell out of here. You're never seeing those kids again!"
Dave's voice was halted as an ear-splitting cry sliced through them.
"Look what you did." Jessica's tone was out of fight and ended on exhaustion. "I just put him down."
"I've got it." Dave walked upstairs, ignoring the pinch-faced sneers from the living room.
Holidays at the in-laws always found Jessica, Dave and the little ones crammed into the guest room with a bassinet that had once been Jessica's in the corner. Little Christian was wailing away.
"Hey, little man." Dave gently cradled his child to his chest, placing the little ear right over his heartbeat. "I'm sorry. Mommy and Daddy were too loud. Look how big you are. God, I missed you, baby boy. I promise I'll be here as much as I can. I swear. Nothing is ever going to change me being your dad."
Jessica leaned in the doorway and watched the man she married coo their baby back into sleep.
"Every other weekend." She whispered.
"Jessica... please. I can't stand to be away from them so much."
"Can you take off work early?"
"I do own the firm."
"Fine. You can pick Carolina up from kindergarten and spend a few hours with them at the house. I get off work at 6pm."
"You found a job?"
"I was going mad at home all the time. Your check covers the essentials, but... back to the basics, I guess. I'm waitressing." She sighed and brushed off the edge of her skirt. "There's still ham and deviled eggs in the kitchen. Little one will be up in a few hours, you can visit then."
Careful not to disturb Christian, he laid the child back into the bassinet. Maybe this would be okay.