The Reason- Home is Where the Heart Is
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"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you." Christian Morganstern.
DK
It's been two months since he left home, when he gets the call from Azimio. According to his best friend, His mom was in danger of losing the house. Mrs Adams let it slip in front of her son, Dave's mom was barely making ends meet. The two women have been friends almost as long as their sons. His mother had come for a visit the weekend before and she never gave him a clue of how bad things were. Yeah, he got the ability to act from that side. Hell he talks to her every night, and not one word. So Dave gets a second job. He spends his mornings at the restaurant, and his afternoons asleep. At night He works the grave yard shift stocking shelves at Meijer. Three paychecks later and he's on his way back to Lima after almost three months.
You can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again .
There's a blacktop road, a faded yellow center line
It can take you back to the place, but it can't take you back in time.
It's late in the afternoon on Friday, when he arrives in Lima. He's uneasy as he drives to his home. He grew up here, the buildings are familiar as he passes them, but they look wrong. He doesn't belong here, and he doesn't belong in Indy. Being back, brings all the insecurities to the surface. One day I'll find home again. The windows are down on his truck as he drives past the school, he can hear the marching band practicing. The breeze brings in the smell of fresh cut grass, and warm pavement. If that Friday had went differently, he would be out for the summer. Football practice in the mornings, hanging with Az in the afternoon. The thoughts of what he has lost, cause a tightness in his chest. So many would of could of's. That night he ceased being a kid, forfeited his last year of innocence and became a man.
His mom's car is gone as he pulls into the driveway. When he reaches the door, the lock has been changed. Shit, he walks around the house hopping the fence. He may be a man now, but not that long ago he was a foolish teenager. One who occasionally sneaked out. He says a prayer as he climbs the tree outside his bedroom window, that it will be unlocked.
Of course he could call his mom, but if she's at work it would be twenty minutes before she gets there. As he reaches the top, it's his lucky day. Stepping into the room, he feels a little light headed. Every-thing's still there, just as he left it. The only thing different are the linens, they've been changed. Part of him , the foolish part, wishes he could just lay down on the bed, and hear his mother downstairs preparing dinner. He glances at the clock on his nightstand. His father would have been arriving home right about now. He doesn't even know where his dad calls home now. Most days he tries not to think of him. It hurts too much.
Hungry from his drive and impromptu climb, he goes down to the kitchen. The cabinets are almost bare. He pulls out a jar of peanut butter and a slice of bread. Grabbing a glass, he opens the fridge. It's just as bad. Sighing he closes the door. Deciding to make a grocery run, he leaves a note for his mom. Hopeful that she will be home before he gets back, not wanting to climb again.
The grocery store is almost empty at this time of day, and he's grateful for the small things. He really wanted to swing into town, drop some dough to his ma. Visit with the Adams and get the hell out of dodge. As he goes up and down the isles he places his mom's favorites in the cart. Checking out the steaks, thinking she could use a treat, he hears his voice. Hand stopping midair as he was placing the chosen rib-eyes in the cart. It can't be, God's not that cruel. Then he hears it again, a soft laughter. Then he speaks " No dad, you can't have bacon or Ham."
God can kiss my ass, this shit blows. Then he turns towards the voice. Shit, Shit, Shit. He takes off down the closest isle, and finds himself hiding behind a giant cardboard Keebler Elf. He can hear them getting closer. Damn, they just had to come down this isle. If I make a break for it they will see me for sure. Be one with the Elf Dave, hell if I get any closer the fucker will be having my babies. Please just pass me already, ignore the creep practically humping a cardboard elf. Okay officially fuck you god, Finn wants some Keebler cookies. Asshole couldn't grab a bag of chips ahoy. Did I miss something God, pretty sure I didn't put ass kicking Burt Hummel style on my grocery list today. " Karofsky"Fuck, maybe I can just kick Hudson in the nards and run for it. " Dave" No chance now, not with Fancy watching. Shit might as well get this over with.
FH, " Dude what are you doing?"
DK, Stepping out from the sign, " Shopping, what do ya think I'm doing?"
FH, " Well it looked like you were hugging that elf ."
Burt was still at the entrance to the Isle, " Hey who you guys talking to?"
DK, " Well, you found me out Hudson. I'm an elf lover, catch you all later." He turns quickly wanting to escape before they answer their dad.
Finn shakes his head, grabs his cookies and walks back to Burt.
FH, " It was Dave Karofsky."
Burt looks up , just in time to see Kurt run after Dave as he turns the corner out of sight.
A/N: The lyrics at the beginning are from the song ( You can't go home again, aka Flies on the butter)