Title: Change It And Then Save It
Chapter: CH 2; Home
Author: thereoncewasaginger (Tumblr is also thereoncewasaginger)
Rating: Eventual M(chapter rated T)
Warnings: mention of cheating, minor curse word.
Characters: Dave K., Kurt H., mention of Blaine A., Quinn F., Rachel B., Finn H., and Burt H.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fantasy, sci-fi
Summary: AU, Dave attempts suicide but ultimately fails. When he wakes up, he finds out things aren't what they were. Dave finds that he has the perfect life, his dream life. Later he finds out he is what is called a 'Job', or someone who gets second chances. He is whisked away from his dream life, and told he has a second chance at earning it. Of course, he's going to have some help from a friend to do this, but he'll never admit that.
A/N: Hello[: So I know it's too early to put a new chapter out, but whatever. I kind of just want to take what I have, and post it. I feel awkward having chapters written out, but not posted. I'm doing that on purpose though, so that I actually finish my story. I'm trying hard to catch any mistakes I might make(like in the previous chapter I had POV problems, but those are fixed.) so please, stay with me? I may or may not post the third chapter tonight, all depends on how much chapters I can get written before I need to head off to bed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the name of the Hospital, just the characters that I created.
The car ride from the hospital was surprisingly silent. According to Kurt, Melody, the coffee shop girl, had offered to watch the kids while Kurt got me out of the hospital. I was somewhat glad that there were no kids at the moment, not that I didn't enjoy listening to the kids, because it let me learn the things I was missing. The hospital had kept me an extra two days, and had only let me out because Kurt had promised he would take excellent care of me. I honestly have a feeling he just started bitching to everyone, because despite the fact they all said I could leave, they all seemed rather annoyed. Whenever I was allowed to go back to work, I was probably going to have to face the rather of my co-workers.
The area we were driving through was nice, perfect even. It shocked me everything looked nice, I really hadn't been out of Lima much except for football things. Something made me wonder how we choose this place to live, but I wasn't going to ask right now. Maybe later it would be explained. Without really realizing what Kurt was doing, I felt the car turning onto a street. This street was lined with beautiful and amazing houses, houses that I could only dream I would ever live in. The car stopped in front of a rather large, suburban house. I raised my eyebrow, and then stared at the house, amazed. "It's beautiful." I said softly. I glanced back at Kurt, who blushed then smirked. God he was beautiful, more beautiful than the house. How had I gotten such an amazing chance to be with him?
"That's what you said the first time we saw this house. You're the one who begged to buy this house. I didn't stop you. I fell in love with the house too." He teased. I grinned, looking back to the house. Obviously, I had good taste and Kurt approved. I could feel him staring at me, studying me, but I just continued to marvel at the house. "Dave?" he said softly. I tore my eyes from the house, turning my head back to looking at Kurt. I felt him suddenly cup my cheek then leaned over. "I love you. So very much. I don't know what I would do if you hadn't waken up or had died. When you got into that accident senior year, it nearly destroyed me. But you came out alive, and you came out alive this time too." He whispered, kissing me happily. When he pulled away, I stared at him. There were so many things I didn't understand.
"When did you say we got married..." I asked slowly, my mind reeling. This had been something I was trying to process through my head since two days before when he told me we had been married for twenty years. Kurt had said we had been married since high school, but that didn't make sense. School was almost out, and there was no way that we would be getting married after high school, not the way things had been going lately. Kurt bit his lip.
"Well, we were going to get married at the same time as Rachel and Finn, seeing that we and others somehow had managed to partition and successfully get gay marriage legalized. You and Quinn got in an accident though on the way. You had to run home to get something and offered Quinn a ride to the wedding. She wasn't going to go, you know. She was way too hurt to see Rachel getting married, because she was absolutely in love with Rachel. She played it off saying that she didn't approve of young marriage, but she privately told me that she didn't mind the fact that we were getting married at a young age. Anyways, you and her were almost to the city hall, when a drunk driver made a collusion with you. It was somewhat dark outside, and I guess he hadn't noticed that he was driving in the wrong lane. You were about to turn and that's when he hit you. He was speeding. A witness said that they saw the passenger side get crushed and then your car spinning off and hitting a nearby tree. Your car was pretty much totaled. When I had found out what happen, you and Quinn were both in a coma. I felt so guilty because I had been so angry; I thought you were standing me up and that you had cold feet. But then my dad and I got the call from your parents, and I learned the reason you hadn't shown up for our wedding. You were so strong though, only out for a couple days and had no problems like Quinn. Quinn took the most damage. She was temporarily paralyzed. We didn't know how long it was going to take, but she was out of the wheelchair by senior prom. " He paused, taking a breath. "Anyways, later, after we graduated, we ended up getting married. I liked that wedding better. It was more spectacular that what we would have had at city hall. Plus, both our parents came." Kurt gave a small smile at me. I stared, completely in shock.
"Kurt…when did we actually get together?" I asked. Kurt must have been annoyed by the fact that I showed confusion rather than happiness about getting married. He raised an eyebrow; I just gave him a look. He let out a sigh, but must have let it go since I 'have amnesia'.
"Midway through junior year, a little bit after I came back from Dalton. You and Santana started the BullyWhips thing, and I was sick of Dalton and hated my dad spending money that we didn't have, so I transferred back to McKinley. I don't know why, but Blaine followed me there. For a bit he and I dated, but then, I sort of caught him cheating. I broke up with him after confronting him. He denied it at first, but then admitted it was someone back at Dalton. I forgave him after a while, but told him that I could never be with him like that again. You and I had been somewhat of friends because of Bullywhips, and then all of a sudden we just clicked. You helped me through the break up and I helped you come out and then suddenly we were dating, just like that. Dad hated it at first; I swear he wanted to kill you every time he saw us. But just over night, I guess something changed. You two talked or something. " He sighed happily. My heart sunk. I should be happy, but this was really just a dream. This had to be a dream, because Kurt and I never had that. He and Blaine had stayed together, Blaine never cheated as far I could tell. I had stayed alone. I felt a sudden rush of sadness overcome me. Why, why couldn't this be real? Why couldn't the other be the dream? He looked at me. "What's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head.
"This has to be a dream. It must be a dream, because for me, that never happened. I mean I did end up being nice to you after you came back to McKinley, through the bullywhips. But then, I don't know. I transferred to a different school for senior year. Midway through the year, I tried to make us be something, but you rejected me. On Valentine's Day." I explained. "You were still with Blaine. As far as I could tell, minus one night that doesn't even count as cheating, he never cheated on you. I don't think you two have any plans on breaking up anytime soon. You're too happy with him." My head felt like it was spinning and my heart was going to burst. He gave me a sympathetic look, reaching over. He embraced me in a tight hug then looked at me. Our eyes connected, and I couldn't move.
"Maybe what you think is the dream, and this is real. It's real to me. Do you feel like you're in a dream?" He suggested. I shook my head. No, everything felt extremely real. I could even go as far as saying everything felt extremely right. I nodded. Maybe, maybe that's what it was. But it sure had felt like a long and real dream. The things I felt in that weren't the feelings you feel in a dream. Kurt leaned over and quickly kissed me again, before smirking and getting out of the car. I watched him walk up the path, and I blushed when I realized what he was doing. He was strutting and shaking his ass. Okay, that was hot. Kurt is hot. My heart was beating fast and I just sat there, dumbly smiling. Oh Kurt, I love you, I really do love you. Getting out of the car, I made my own way towards my house.