Hello my lovely readers. Here another update because I don't think the last one was up to par. Hopefully, this makes up for it and i'm still challenging all of you to leave a review on every story that you read not matter how long the review is or to what extent you liked the story. Let your authors know what yo are thinking.

HUCKLEBERRY

A Karomel Fic

Kurt huddled under the teachers desk, clutching his arms around his legs, begging the tears that stung his eyes not to fall. The other children were circled around the rug where Mr. Schuester was telling a story, the loud boom of thunder that shook the classroom not seeming to bother them. No one seemed to even notice that the young Christopher Robin look a-like wasn't there. The fact that his best friend Mercedes didn't even seem to notice, made him want to cry even more. He sniffed, praying to a God that his Marmee told him about every night, that the storm would pass over soon.

"Kurt, are you okay?" someone asked with a soft touch to his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Kurt sniffed and looked up to find Dave Karofsky staring down at him, his eyes filled with concern for his friend. He shook his head and buried himself into the bigger child's arms. "I don't like the storm Davie, but it doesn't seem to bother any of the other kids." He sniffed again and wiped his eyes. "This is so silly. I'm eight years old, I shouldn't be afraid of thunder anymore."

"It's okay," Dave smiled at him, hugging him close to him. "Daddy doesn't like storms either and he's old. Mommy holds him just like this though when there's a storm, and sings a song to him. Do you want me to sing it to you?" Dave asked him.

"Yes, please," Kurt nodded, flinching when another boom shook the room.

Dave starting singing softly, so not as to attract the other students' attention. "Baby, I'll be your Huckleberry you don't have to double dare me. If the storm gets wild and scary count on me to be right there. You're so extra ordinary, sweet like maraschino cherry. We'll grow up and we'll get married. I'm gonna be your Huckleberry."

Kurt found himself relaxing at the soft tone of Dave's voice and the comfort of his embrace. He repeated the chorus over and over until the storm passed and Kurt squeezed him tighter for a moment before pulling away. "Thank you, Dave."

"You're welcome," he nodded. "Just come find me next time there's a storm at school, alright?"

Kurt nodded and took the hand that Dave offered him, following him back to the circle of students just as Mr. Shue was starting a new book.

A few summers later, the two were walking through the county fair, trying to decide on a ride to go on, when Dave stopped in front of a huge sign. It read 'THRILLER, only 2$ to experience the THRILL.' There was already a long line and most of the kids and teens had terrified yet excited expressions on their faces. Kurt saw the same expression on Dave's face and laughed, taking his hand. "Come on, let's get in line. I'll ride it if you will."

Dave nodded and pulled him into the ever growing line. "Kurt," he told him a few minutes later. "I think this was a bad idea. Look at those loops. I can't do that. I'll be sick. We should just go ride the teacups or something. You like the teacups don't you? You said that they remind you of the time your mom took you to Disneyland."

Kurt squeezing the other boys hand and looked up at him with a smile. "Remember when I was scared of the storm a few years back and you sang to me?" Kurt waited for Dave to nod before continuing. "That calmed me down a lot so now it's my turn to calm you down." He stood up on his tiptoes and leaned close so that only Dave could hear him singing softly. "Baby I'll be your huckleberry you don't have to double dare me. If the ride gets wild scary, count on me to be right there. You're so extra ordinary, sweet like maraschino cherries. We'll grow up and we'll get married. I'm gonna be your Huckleberry."

Dave smiled and hugged him tightly. "Thanks Kurt."

"You're welcome."

"Hey Kurt," Dave asked a few minutes later. They were next up in line for the ride and he still had Kurt's soft voice repeating their song on loop in his head. "Do you really think we'll get married one day?"

"I don't know. Dad told me that gay marriage isn't legal anywhere yet, but if one day it is, I think I could picture us married."

"I think I can too," Dave nodded as the roller coaster pulled up and they were signaled to enter. One last encouraging squeeze and they were both fastened in.

"Daddy! Papa!" Ten year old Peyton hollered, running into the living room where her dads were sitting on the couch, her brothers following close behind. "We want a story."

"Oh you would?" Kurt laughed from his place on his husband's laugh. "What story would you like?"

"The one about how you and Daddy got together?" Alexander suggested crawling up on his Papa's lap.

"Are you sure that you want to hear that one again?" Dave asked. "We've told you that one so many times that I'm sure you could tell it to us just as well."

"It our favorite," their youngest, Marc told them, his words a little muddled by the two inner fingers in his mouth.

"Alright," Kurt agreed. "But Daddy tells it this time, I told it last." Peyton and Marc followed their brother's lead and cuddled up close to their fathers.

"Once upon a time in a town called Lima, there were two boys. One's name was Kurt Hummel and the other was Dave Karofksy. Now for a long time, Dave and Kurt were best friends and they always looked out for each other. However, when Dave went into high school, he started hanging out with some people that weren't very nice because he felt that being popular was very important. So, he started bullying people too. His favorite person to bully was Kurt, because you see Dave liked Kurt, and he wasn't sure how he was going to deal with that because Dave's parents and his church had always told him that was wrong.

"Anyway, for junior prom, Dave won Prom King and Kurt was voted Prom Queen as a joke. However, Kurt was brave and he stood up to the classmates that teased him and accepted the crown and went over to Dave to share the King and Queen dance. Now, everyone thought that Dave would just walk away, including Kurt, but Dave surprised everyone, even himself, by taking Kurt's hands and leading him in a dance. A year later, Dave and Kurt were prom royalty again, only this time, they were both Prom Kings and it wasn't a joke."

"You forgot about the song!" Peyton whined, tugging on her Daddy's sleeve.

"Oh right," Dave chuckled. "How could I forget about the song. I think Papa should tell this part."

Kurt thew a playful glare at his husband before continuing. "Because Kurt and Dave were part of their school's glee club, they sang at the prom. Now, when they were growing up the two had a song that they would sing to each other when they were feeling scared or down. So, for prom, they decided to sing the song as a duet."

"Can you sing it for us?" Alexander asked hopefully. "Just once before we go to bed."

"I don't know," Kurt told him. "It is getting awfully late."

"Please Papa," Marc begged, his siblings joining in as well.

"I think we can sing just one chorus," Dave smiled before beginning, Kurt joining in with a smile. "Baby I'll be your Huckleberry, you don't have to double dare me. If the world gets wild and scary count on me to be right there. You're so extra ordinary sweet like maraschino cherry. We grew up and we got married. Now look at those three little Huckleberries."

"That's my favorite part," Marc giggled.

"Mine too," Dave laughed scooping him up. "Now, let's get up in bed. You three have school and daycare in the morning." Kurt lifted Peyton up in his arms, as Dave scooped Alexander up in his other. Each child was carried up to their bed with a kiss to the forehead and a 'sleep tight little huckleberry'.

Once the children were in bed, Kurt wrapped his arms around Dave. "I'm so glad that you danced with me that night," he told him. "I can't even imagine what my life would be like without you and the kids."

"I know, baby," Dave whispered pulling him into a kiss. "I would be lost with you guys. I love you so much."

"I love you too. Now, we should probably get to bed too," Kurt smiled, giving him another kiss and leading him into their bedroom.

This song came up on my playlist and I wanted to do a fic for it. Sadly, I'm noticing a pattern in my recent writing. I really like the first bit and then the closures just seem too abrupt. Does it feel that way when you're reading? Please let me know.

Love,

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