Love is Madness

Title: Last Request

Genre: Angst / Romance

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Dave/Kurt, future!fic

Summary:  When Love is not madness it is not love.

One chance Dave Karofsky.. this is it.

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Dave was checked his image in the mirror before leaving his house. He'd made sure his black button-up was properly pressed and his dress-pants were aligned. It was Date Night. Funny thing to call his affair of convenience with Kurt Hummel, but it was that kind of dry humor that kept him from finding a gun... his humor and Fancy, who seemed to be sure that he definitely needed her brand of love by rubbing her tawny side over his ankle. He sighed, And rolled up her fur with the little sticky pad.



"Fancy stop it. I love you Princess, but I have my queen to serve tonight." He petted her once before placing out her treat bowl.



Once more he climbed into his Chevy, his mind moving too fast. He shouldn't do this. How many years.. 2.. 3? He'd been seeing Kurt once every three or so months for years to have passionate meaningless to Kurt sex. He had dressed up, taken a shower and worried over his appearance just to go be the man's walking dildo. Pathetic did not begin to describe it.



Despite his mind's protests that this was slowly killing him, he walked into the motel room. Dave wondered if whatever sick God was in heaven was laughing at him. Kurt looked like a dream. He knew how beautiful the man was, but somehow he never looked more radiant, covered in blue, his turtleneck up to his chin, his skin covered. Dave couldn't understand his fascination with Kurt, but the more he wore, the greater his want to take it off of the man. He closed and locked the door behind him, beginning to unbutton his shirt as usual. No words... they weren't allowed.



"You dress up every time don't you?"



Kurt's voice broke the silence of the room. Dave's huge hands stilled, a wild panic filling his face. What had he done wrong? Kurt never talked before they touched, never! He looked at his shirt, then to the fashionista. Kurt had never shown any interest in what he'd worn before. His tongue darted out over his suddenly dry lips.



"I try to look...  nice."



"For me?"



"Yes."



Kurt watched as Dave's eyes pleaded with him. Please let that be the right answer. Kurt didn't want this messiness. He didn't want to be vulnerable, Dave was vulnerable enough for both of them.



"One request."



"What?"



"Listen to me when I speak to you!" It was too easy to slip back into ice queen. Ice queens don't suffer from broken hearts. "You have one request. I will grant whatever you ask. Make it good."



One chance. Dave prayed for this. Just once chance, one moment to make it all right. He'd practiced words he would use to bring Kurt around to loving him, to prove he was good enough. He could remember none of them. He had a golden ticket, one request to make of Kurt Hummel that he would not turn down. Love... He couldn't ask for love. Love isn't something you can request, nor is it something anyone can grant. Love takes time and patience.



He could ask for a date... but that seemed like the same thing. He can't ask Kurt for a second chance. A date was just this same question prolonged over three courses and an awkward good night kiss. They were both 36 and hardly the age to delve back into the teen years.



Marry me? But he had no ring and this was a cheap motel. Kurt would never agree to something like that here. He would have to buy tickets to France and court Kurt with fancy wine and dining. He's ask him with the Hope Diamond because that is what the man deserved. No. He couldn't bind the fashionista into a marriage with a teacher in Lima. He deserved a man who could whisk him away to Hollywood or Broadway where he could be worshiped by hundreds of thousands.



Have my baby? Okay now his mind was just torturing him... But damn would he love to have a family with Kurt, to adopt a child who needed them and watch Kurt teach that babe how to play tea party and fix car. He'd teach their child sports and buy clothing to dress them up. It would be beautiful.



He looked to Kurt and couldn't help the small smile at the delicate designer boot covered foot tapping out an irritated rhythm. Kurt never did like to wait. Dave chuckled and suddenly knew his request.



"Come home with me?" At the cocked head and confusion he spoke again, his tongue darting out over his lips. "I mean... let me show you me? This is probably the most I've ever said to you in the last 20 years and you probably still see me as some scared little boy who hurt you in high-school. Let me show you who I am now. I'm out and I have an apartment. I'm a teacher and have a membership to the gym. Please Kurt...I want to take you to meet me... to meet Fancy... I mean.. Hey don't look at me like that! Fancy's the name of my cat."



"Oh.. I thought you were naming body parts again." Kurt offered with a twist of a grin and a raised eyebrow. "You named your cat after me?"



"Yeah... She's a demanding prissy princess, but I love her more than the world....." Dave prayed Kurt would understand he meant both the cat and Kurt.



"I'll need to pack an overnight bag."



 Dave's smile shattered the last of his icy palace walls. Kurt walked forward to kiss Dave Karofsky's lips for the second time in his life and it was beautiful.