So I see Rachel Berry's parents however I want to. I hope you like them. I ignored anything they may have said about them in the show! :D
I have to say I love them- ones a big grump and the others a sweet heart! Opposites attract (cough chough) Dave and Kurt (cough cough)
Oh and when I was writing Matthew and Patrick I was thinking about Matthew Fox and Patrick Dempsey, take that as you will!
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Dave stared at the pair of dark brown eyes that peered at him through the powdery snow that still clung to the glass. The man raised his hand and tapped on the glass a second time.
"Hey you ok in there?" His voice was deep, but commanding. For some reason it made Dave open the door. The man stepped back when the door swung outwards. "Yeah, I'm ok, but for some reason my truck won't start." He motioned to the rusty vehicle as he spoke. Looking down to his feet he continued. "It's not like I can call my parents…" He trailed off and glanced back up at the attractive man in front of him. When he met the man's dark green eyes he bit his lip. He saw understanding in this stranger's eyes, like he knew exactly why he couldn't tell his parents where he was.
"Here let me take a look," he walked around and used his gloved hand to push the snow off the hood, his brown leather jackets stretched over his slim body. "Pop the hood." Dave scrambled to open the door and pulled the lever that unlatched the hood. Walking to stand beside the older man he watched him fiddle in the engine and then he shook his head and looked at the teenager. "Looks like your battery is completely dead." Sticking his head to the side he pointed over to a silver Lexus sitting on the other side of the parking lot. Dave could vaguely make out the shape of a person leaning against the expensive car. "I need you to go over and have Matthew bring the car, and the jumper cables from the trunk over here." Smirking at Dave he chuckled. "And don't worry he may look grumpy, but that's because he hates winter."
Dave couldn't help but agree with Matthew.
Nodding Dave turned and trudged over to the car. Snow crunching under his feet as he went. He tried to avoid the tall piles as well as he could, but it didn't matter to him much; his sock was already soaked, so his foot was already frozen and numb from the cold. Grunting Dave grimaced and flexed his toes trying to get some feeling back into his foot, but none came. Shaking his head he continued walking to the silver car.
As he neared the car he could make out more of a man he could only assume was Matthew. His dark jacket he wore covered his broad shoulders, and white covered his buzzed brown hair. He was leaning against the passenger side door and his back was to Dave, and the young man could hear grunts coming from the hunched figure.
"Excuse me."
The man made no move to turn around. So Dave cleared his throat and tried again. "Excuse me, Matthew."
His name must have caught his attention because the older man's head slowly turned towards him and Dave caught site of warm coffee colored eyes, and scruff. Dave had to admit that he thought the man's scruff was kind of attractive. Dave shifted his eyes when he caught the deep frown on Matthew's face. "Um." He realized he didn't think to ask for the man's name. Raising his hand he pointed back to his truck, where the long haired man was now leaning against the side of his automobile, the hood still propped open. "He," made a pointed motion towards the man behind him, "he told me to come get you, and he told me to tell you to bring the jumper cables, and the car. Um, ok." Dave quickly turned around and strode back to his car. He picked up the pace when he saw that his driver's door open and that the older man was leaning inside his car. Patting his pocket David stopped mid step, his phone was missing. Cursing he realized it was still on the floor of his truck where he dropped it.
Rushing up to the man he looked over his shoulder and found him holding his phone staring at his picture of Kurt. Reaching around him he snatched the phone and snapped it closed.
The older man raised his hands in front of him in defensive position. "Sorry, I was just checking to make sure nothing was running. I saw it, and thought I'd pick it up for you." Dave gave a small fake smile and said "It's alright."
The long haired man pointed towards the phone he asked, "Who is that?"
Dave scowled, but answered "No one."
The man looked at Dave with a serious expression, but it quickly changed into a wide smile when Matthew pulled up next to them, and turned off the car. They watched the scowling man get out of the car and open the trunk. Grabbing the jumper cables he slammed the trunk closed and marched their way.
Smirking, the friendly gentleman snatched them out of his grip and pecked Matthew on the lips. "I don't know why you get so grumpy when it snows. It does it every year and I doubt it's going to change."
Mathew shook his head and stuck his hands in his pocket. "I don't care how often it snows, I hate it."
Dave's eyes bounced back and forth between the two older men. He had never been around two gay men who were in a happy, normal relationship. The only gay people he really knew were Kurt, his weirdo boyfriend Blake, or whatever his name was, and the people he's met at Scandals. He didn't actually want to think about Kurt with someone else, so he refuses to let himself ponder over them at all. So this left him with the people at Scandals, the same people who he's sees leave with someone new every night.
What does that tell him about relationships? Nothing.
Patrick rolled his eyes and walked to the propped hood of the truck. Leaving the two men standing in silence.
Dave rocked back and forth on his feet when he was left alone with the brooding man. He didn't know what to say so he turned and went to follow Patrick. The long haired man had already connected the positive clamp onto the dead battery; he turned and raised an eyebrow at Matthew in a questioning manner, "Do you want to pop the hood for me Grumpy?" Matthew rolled his eyes, but pushed the button under the console, then turned back to the grinning man and bowed slightly. "Of course your majesty."
The honorary royal chuckled and shook his head. "You know I told you, you are allowed to call me Patrick. I think we've reached that point, don't you?"
Dave blushed from the intimacy he was seeing. He could tell these two men really loved one another. He wished he could have that.
Dave watched as they gave each other heated looks and then walked to separate cars. He couldn't help but think of the evening he probably ruined between these two men. They were out on a weekend, probably heading home to do what normal people do on weekends. This only made Dave blush further.
He was pried out of his thoughts when he heard Matthew yell out, "Patrick, we have a problem."
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