Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: Blanche/Dorothy, Big Daddy
Challenge/Prompt: beattheblackdog Amnesty: 4: Affair
Warning(s): Cannon Character Death, AU
Word Count: 1,429
Date Written: 1 October 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Everybody always knows when the apple of Lord Hollingsworth’s eye has a new beau. Her sisters’ coarse remarks can not stir her to fight or fuss when she’s in full swing of a new, happy love affair. She simply waves them away and continues about her merry way. She’ll even offer a hand to help a servant and won’t fuss when soapy water accidentally splashes on her shoes. She’s been that way, all smiles and bubbling joy, for about a month when her father knocks on her door.
“Excuse me, ladies,” he says, barely glancing at the other young girl who is braiding his daughter’s hair, “but may Ah have a word with mah daughter alone?”
If Curtis Hollingsworth didn’t know his daughter so well, he might miss the horror that flashes through her eyes, but she stands at attention at once, seems to shake herself, and sashays to him. “Of course, Big Daddy.” She smiles and flutters her eyelashes up at him.
He nods toward the other girl, and she scampers from the room, also afraid. Curtis shuts the door behind the girl and strides through Blanche’s bedroom. “Any othah father would find it unfitting for you, Blanche, to be in your boudoir with yoah current lover.”
She stares at him for a moment that seems to stretch into eternity, but when he doesn’t back down or elaborate on his words, she finally blinks as though she hasn’t heard him and asks softly, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, darlin’,” Curtis drawls, holding his hands behind his back.
“What makes you think Ah -- Ah -- Ah would -- ?!”
“Yoah sister, Virginia, got ahold o’ yoah diary again, Blanche, but when yoah mother retrieved it this time, she saw th’ hearts you’d doodled with Dorothy’s name in ‘em. You always have been a doodler, Blanche, an’ you always have thought with yoah heart more’n yoah brain.”
“Ah -- Ah -- “
“An’ Ah know you,” Curtis continues, “an’ Ah know what’s been going on between you an’ that youngun. Most people ‘round these parts would find it unnatural, a beautiful, young girl like yoahself who could have any boy she wants lustin’ after another girl.”
Blanche’s eyes flutter again. This time, however, she’s not trying to appease him; she is, in fact, fighting back tears. “B-Big Daddy?”
He turns to her at last with a smile on his face. “Ah did say any othah father, Blanche.”
“Y-You did,” she admits. “Does . . . Does that mean you approve o’ me an’ Dorothy?”
“You have mah blessin’, dahling,” he declares, grinning down at her, “as long as she treats you right. People also wouldn’t approve o’ an ol’ man like mahself bringin’ a gun down on a little girl, but you know Ah’ve nevah cared what othah people think, Blanche. If she can love you like a young man, then she can take a young man’s punishment if she hurts you.”
Blanche smiles up at him through the tears glittering in her eyes. “Dorothy isn’t gonna hurt me, Daddy,” she assures him. Closing the distance between them, she wraps her arms around him in a hug. “Ah should’ve come home more often,” she murmurs as the years speed by and she grows, “but Ah was scared. Ah didn’t know how you’d react. Like you said, most people wouldn’t understand.”
He cups his daughter’s beautiful face in his loving hands and tilts her head up to look at him. “Ah’ve nevah been most people, dahling.”
“No, you haven’t,” she agrees, leaning up and kissing his cheek. She buries her face back into his shoulder. “Ah just wish you were here now,” she murmurs, “to see us walk down the aisle together.”
He strokes her hair, that’s shorter now and whose dye hides her naturally grey hairs. “Ah’m always here, Blanche. Ah’m always watchin’ over you, an’ Ah always will be. Don’t you evah forget that. An’ you tell that to Dorothy, too, ‘cause if she does hurt you, Ah’ll be waitin’ up here with a gun for her.”
Blanche laughs, though it sounds hoarse and though tears run down her face. “Only you, Big Daddy, would get a gun up there in Heaven!”
“You bet yoah fine Southern heritage Ah have! The Maker owes me, dahlin’.” He strokes her face. “Ah helped bring about one o’ his most beautiful creations after all.”
She flushes. “Oh, Daddy, you always did know how to fluster a girl!”
“Only the truth, dahlin’,” he says, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “Only th’ truth. Don’t you forget it, an’ you make sure that Dorothy o’ yoah’s doesn’t forget it too.”
She beams. “Ah will, Daddy,” she promises and finds herself awakening next to the woman of her dreams. She sits up and swings her legs over the side of the mattress. She glances back at Dorothy, but she appears to still be asleep. Turning away, she wipes the tears from her face and looks up at the ceiling, up toward Heaven. “Ah won’t forget, Daddy,” she whispers, “an’ Ah love you too.”
It was such a strange dream, she thinks, to have started the way it had. She had never known Dorothy as a child. She hadn’t even met her until she’d started looking for roommates after George’s death here in Miami. But she certainly can’t imagine the rest of her life without her. Her life would have also been happier probably if she had known her sooner, and she knows Dorothy’s life would have been much better if they had met earlier, before Stan had wasted those thirty years over whose waste Dorothy is constantly complaining.
Blanche almost jumps when a gentle hand reaches out and touches her shoulder. “Blanche,” Dorothy calls, her voice cracking, “you okay?”
She sniffles a little but again wipes away her tears. “Ah’m fine, Dorothy. Better than fine, actually,” she admits, looking back up toward Heaven and where her beloved Big Daddy is watching her even now.
“What’s wrong?” She can tell from the difference in her tone that Dorothy’s sitting up now, full of concern for her. “You’re . . . not getting cold feet, are you?”
“Of course not!” Blanche exclaims and turns to her lover with a brilliant, reassuring smile. “Dorothy Zbornak, marrying you tomorrow is going to be the best thing Ah’ve evah done!”
“Then what . . . “ Dorothy asks, her wrinkled face full of concern.
“Ah got a message from Big Daddy,” Blanche confides in her. “He approves. As long as you don’t hurt me, of course.”
“You know -- “
Blanche reaches over, lifts her hands into hers, and squeezes it gently. “Ah know you will nevah hurt me, Dorothy. Ah told him that.”
Dorothy smiles at her. A moment ticks pass before she asks, “So he actually approves, huh?”
Blanche beams. “Ah told you he was a man before his time.”
Dorothy inclines her grey head into a thoughtful nod. “You did,” she admits. “I think I would have liked to have met your ‘Big Daddy’.”
Blanche just continues to smile as she rolls back into bed and scoots closer to her. Dorothy wraps her arms around her. She snuggles into her side and rests her head on her shoulder. “You will,” she finally whispers, her forehead pressing gently against Dorothy’s neck. “You will, an’ oh, what a reunion that’s going to be!”
Dorothy smiles and listens to Blanche begin to prattle on about her family and all the wonderful things that her Southern ancestors did. There’s a lot in Blanche’s heritage that Dorothy doesn’t agree with, but Hell, there’s plenty in her own family tree with which she doesn’t agree. The people Blanche had known and cherished, though, loved her, and a part of Dorothy already loves them for that love.
She leans back and smiles, just listening to Blanche talk and thinking that she will indeed like to meet the rest of Blanche’s family if Heaven truly does exist -- and from everything her Ma’s told her, especially from the close calls she’s experienced, it must. It will be a glorious reunion, she thinks, just like tomorrow will be a glorious day. She squeezes Blanche’s hand tenderly as she looks forward to tomorrow, which will also be the best day of her life, the day she finally makes her best friend and most cherished lover Mrs. Blanche Zbornak. She kisses Blanche’s temple and relaxes, continuing to listen to her talk long through the night and imagining the day she finally meets the people who made the wonderful woman she loves the woman she is. What a glorious day it will be!