Title: Billy Brown (8/?)

Genre: Angst / Fluffy

Rating: PG-13 for now

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

Dave was exceptionally happy to be dry again. After his sudden meeting with the swimming pool and explosion of fist into his best friend's face, it was high time that he get a little happy feeling. Unfortunately, it didn't last very long. He was sitting on the bed he'd shared with his wife for years. When Jessica came into the room and shut the door behind her he knew this was going to be bad. He decided to start.

"Where are the kids?"

"Azimio took them for a few hours while we talk," her hands folded in her lap as she sat on the bed.

"Good... "

"Dave darling, what's going on?"

"I... just, I got a few stupid ideas in my head. I thought that Azimio..."

"He was picking up the kids. I would never cheat Dave. How can you even think that?"

"I know you wouldn't. It's not about you. I've... Don't you ever feel like we're living a lie?"

"You've been lying? About what Dave?"

"I... I'm not a real man"

"Is this about the other night? Dave I know. I've know for years. I've always accommodated for your condition."

"It's not medical."

"There's a pill for it, of course it's medical."

"You're not listening"

"You're tired. Just take your sleep pill and get some rest."

"I don't want to take a pill!" He raised his voice, growling as his fists clenched. He sighed, trying to will the tension out of him.

"You're scaring me." Her words cut right through his heart. She was frightened of him. He didn't want to be that kind of person anymore. He'd spent high school hating himself and hurting people. He was over that. He'd become a different man. She spoke again. "You're over stressed with this new project. You just need some sleep."

"Sleep isn't going to change this."

"Yes it will. You can forget about it and go back to being my husband. I don't even know you anymore. You've been avoiding me and the children."

"Been busy."

"On the new project? On the new client? What's so special that you're hurting your family over it."

"Kurt's not the cau..."

"At least we have a name now." She cut him off abruptly, her voice sharp. "Kurt is it?"

"Don't be like that. He's just a client."

"Of course he is. Dave what's important is right in front of you. Me, the kids, our family. It's what you always talked about wanting."

"It's not real."

"Of course it's real. I'm real, our love is real, our children are real."

"I'm living a fucking lie!" He surged up from the bed, fists clenched again.

"Dave, please!" She was flinching away from him. He wanted to kill himself for that. He saw fear, huge blue eyes staring at him waiting for him to snap. "Please stop this. You can control this. You've been so good for years."

"I can't."

"You can. Just take your pills and go on. You've done it for this long. You don't have to be that man if you don't want to. You don't have to be angry all the time, you don't have to be gay."

"What?" Everything stopped. He couldn't breath. That word, that word from HER lips. "How... I... "

"Dave, I know you used to be that way. You can take the pill and solve it. I love you and you love me. What happened? Did some cross dressing male turn your head? You're just confused because they look like females. It's normal."

"You know... How can you know? Why are you married to me?"

"You're not gay. You've fixed it. This is just a relapse."

He stared at her. What was this? What the hell was she saying. She knew he was gay. She knew the sick thoughts he got. She knew that he couldn't get it up because he'd rather watch a man's ass walk by. Why would she ever marry him? She was still talking.

"Remember two years ago when you hired Jason. He was small and talkative and you started asking him to work late with you." Her hand came up to stop his instant denial of the memory. "I know you didn't do anything with him. I made sure he found employment elsewhere to make sure you were safe."

"You.. He was a good man. I didn't want him like..." Except sometimes he just enjoyed laughing with him. He'd brought the other male out to drink at the bar when he should have been home. He walked with a spring in his step. Oh God how long had this been going on? How long had he been lying? How long had she been stopping him?

" Look, once your done with the project this Kurt will be gone and everything will go back to normal. No more temptation."

"No."

"It's what's best for you, for us."

"NO!" He snarled at her.

"Don't be this way, Dave. You're a horrible person when you're gay. You told me about high school. You were angry and violent and abusive to friends and others. Why would you want to be that person? We can push it down like we always have. We're in this together, or do your vows mean nothing?"

He stared at the woman. Who was this? She was his wife right? Jessica, the gentle joyous perfect wife. She never fought with him, there was never any strife. She'd been hiding it. She'd been covering it up. He's wandered, feeling something missing in his life and she just wanted him to go take his "life-feels-better" pill and pretend like it never happened. No.

He turned and walked out the door. He could hear her voice screaming, begging for him. He could hear the plaintive note of his name as he drove out of the driveway and toward the city.