Fic: A Walk in the Park 2a/4(Kurt/Dave; Dave/Sebastian; AU)
Warnings: underage drinking, mentions of past pot smoking, boy lovin' (but nothing past frottage & blowjobs)
This chapter contains Christianity. I don't mean to push religion onto anyone, or to shame anyone for engaging in sexual activity of any kind.
The church Dave attends is real. The details are based on my experiences at the Metropolitan Community Church of Toronto, one of many MCC's worldwide: mccchurch ourchurches/ find-a-church/
Dave dashed for the shower as soon as he got inside. He suddenly felt incredibly dirty, and it likely wasn't due to the late July heat. Half an hour was spent scrubbing himself as clean as he could, and as he dried off, Dave did feel better despite the heavy guilt in the pit of his stomach. He pulled on a clean polo and khaki shorts, sighing as he realized he had very little to do with his Sunday. Dave had gotten a house-painting job for the month of August, but it didn't start until the next day.
When he wandered downstairs, Dave found his father having coffee and reading the newspaper. He tensed instantly, wondering if his dad could just tell what he'd done all night. Paul had been very accepting since Dave had come out to him, but what would he think about his sin dancing and fooling around with a boy he'd just met? Especially when he had a huge crush on another boy- not that Dave had told his parents about his feelings for Kurt.
"Morning, David" Paul greeted his son, glancing up from his newspaper. Dave jumped only slightly, startled out of his nervous speculation. "When did you get in last night?" Paul asked, his eyebrows raised over his reading glasses.
"Um" Dave replied. "Not too late." He made a mental note to make sure he washed his clothes from last night before either of his parents could find them.
"Right." Paul smiled- he wasn't overly concerned with enforcing a curfew for his twenty-year-old son. "So, what do you think about going to church today? I feel like paying them a visit."
Dave couldn't help smiling, even as his adrenaline began to spike. They'd recently found a wonderful LGBT-positive church in Columbus, which didn't force people to join or attend every week. Anyone could simply come and enjoy the service, feel accepted just as they were, and even receive communion if they wanted to. A day at church sounded like just what he needed- though it always made him a bit anxious, and he wondered what their stance was on gay fornication.
"Yeah, sure" Dave replied to his father, who was getting up from the table. "Do you think what I've got on is ok?" The church wasn't very strict on dress code, but for the morning service most of the worshipers looked pretty polished.
"I'd say to put on some longer pants, but it's gonna be a hot one today" Paul said. "Take some coffee in my travel mug if you want. We'll get breakfast after the service."
Dave nodded and began to fix himself a coffee, suddenly remembering the fact that he hadn't slept yet. One sip left his stomach feeling almost worse, but he figured he'd better finish it on the way if he didn't want to fall asleep in church.
The drive to Columbus took almost two hours, during which Dave avoided conversation about the party and gave short answers to anything else his father said. Maybe once he could be alone with God, he'd be able to find guidance or peace or whatever would make his stomach stop hurting. Maybe he just really needed that breakfast after all.
"David" Paul sighed as they neared the church. "Are you all right? Did...did something, um, happen at the party?"
Dave cursed the heating of his cheeks at those words. "N-no" he stammered in reply, avoiding his father's concerned glances. "Just a long night, that's all. Not feeling too great."
"I hope you didn't drink too much- you don't need to be sick, do you?" Paul questioned, parking the car.
Dave shook his head. "I'm fine, Dad. Let's just go..." he climbed out of the car and took a few deep breaths. Paul shook his head and followed behind his son as they entered the church.
Inside, there were many rainbows visible, hanging high on the walls and decorating the podium. The Karofsky men took a seat in the back, as it was already pretty crowded and the service was about to begin. Dave's stomach still felt strange, not that he needed to throw up, just sort of being sick with himself. He didn't know if he was supposed to ask for forgiveness or whatever, but he did end up asking for help during the silent prayer time. Dave usually preferred to attend the evening services, which were much more lively and filled with music, but right now he needed quiet introspection.
When the service was over, the Reverend shook Dave's and Paul's hands as they walked out, thanking them for coming. Dave smiled a bit uneasily, and he wondered again what the Reverend would think of what he'd done the night before. He jumped into the passenger seat the minute his Dad unlocked the car, and Paul raised his eyebrows at son's apparent anxiousness to leave. The older man didn't say anything though, he simply sighed and started the car.
They drove to a nearby breakfast buffet, where Dave loaded his plate with his usual favourites- pancakes, sausage, scrambled eggs, and what the heck, even some fruit. But as he sat across from his Dad by the window, Dave's stomach lurched in protest of the food in front of him. He tried to eat a few bites, staring out at the cars whizzing by as he chewed, but Dave soon realized he wouldn't be able to finish. Paul sipped his coffee and sighed again, staring at Dave's barely touched plate. "It's okay, son" he assured him, reading the young man's uncomfortable expression. "We'll get it to go."
