Prompt Post #8
Prompt Post 8
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Dave looks at him gently.
‘You know it’s only like this because I love you so much. This is all for you. We’ll be even happier soon.’
Almost on impulse, it seems, he runs a hand through Kurt’s hair, toying with the waves around his shoulders. Not a single haircut in his time with Dave, because ‘you shouldn’t change yourself just to make me happy, Kurt’, but really, the length is a change - one that’s easier for Dave to deal with. It’s more feminine, softening his jaw line. From a slight distance, with his just-visible pregnant belly, and the hair, in the dresses and skirts Dave loves to swish about his legs, he would be easily passed off as a woman.
His words weigh against Kurt for the next week as they leave Chicago, and Mike, far behind them. Dave looks happier with every night that comes. He strokes Kurt’s belly each night, and begins to list baby names. Kurt hums assent, and doesn’t let his terror show.
Because he is terrified. There’s no way Dave will let him go to a hospital, and the actual reality of giving birth, the pain, the endless hours without any relief, shake him to his very core. He hadn’t made his mind up if he even wanted to give birth to his own children one day (far, far into the future, after winning at least two CFDAs, or possibly a Tony). Every time Kurt had imagined seeing his own child come into the world, he’d thought of all the children already alive who needed loving parents. In orphanages, temporary foster homes… The children who hadn’t had a Burt Hummel. He and Blaine had talked about it lightly, with Blaine always promising, ‘It’s your body. Ultimately, it’s your choice.’
Until it wasn’t anymore.
As Dave’s hands roam him that night, Kurt fisting his hands in the sheets in false pleasure, he wishes he were anywhere else. Afterwards, when he’s cleaned them both off, and settled back beside Dave, whose hands once again toy at his hair, he gathers his courage.
‘Have you ever thought that maybe…we aren’t…r-ready to be parents?’
Dave chuckles. ‘You’re sweet when you’re scared.’
‘I’m serious.’ Be careful. ‘A baby is going to change…us. We’ll need a steady income, and medicine, all sorts of clothes and food for it. And…a baby has to be able to go outside. You can’t keep a baby like you’re keeping me, Dave. It isn’t right.’
‘What do you know about what’s right?’ Dave snaps.
‘I-’
‘Nothing, got it? I know what’s right. Not you. And our baby will make things even better. You’re going to be a great mom.’
‘I don’t want to be called Mom. Or Mama. Mommy. Mother. I’m not female. You can make me wear dresses, or skirts, but it doesn’t change who I am.’
In an instant, Dave rolls sharply onto him, his full force pressing onto Kurt’s stomach. A half-scream erupts from his throat before Dave can drop his hand over Kurt’s mouth.
‘Your name is Kurt Karofsky. And you’re whatever I say you are. You don’t make decisions, Kurt. Understand?’ His hand presses further against Kurt’s mouth. Kurt gives a tiny nod, and Dave relaxes off him.
‘You could make this so much better if you’d just admit how happy I make you.’
Kurt slowly rolls onto his side, a hand curved around his stomach.
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I bet you'd be amazing at writing original psychological horror, too.
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