Day 3: Kids

… In which Kurt gives Dave homemade butterscotch candies, and Dave remembers why they look so familiar…

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Kurt shouted happily as he thrust a gift wrapped in bright red paper and sparkly ribbons into Dave's face. Dave chuckled at his excitement and did the same.

This was officially their first Valentine's Day together, though they had pretty much been Valentines last year too, even if Kurt had thought he was Blaine for most of the time (What kind of boyfriend doesn't give you a gift on Valentine's Day? Unless his singing and showing off for the crowd was supposed to count.)

As Kurt opened his gift to find a book of sheet music that he had been lusting after for months and a box of candies, he thought his was definitely an improvement. He popped a chocolate into his mouth and looked up as Dave opened his present.

He had sort of a confused smile on his face. "You got me butterscotch?"

Kurt nodded, happily swallowing his mouthful of chocolate. "Butterscotch candies (homemade and storebought), butterscotch cookies, butterscotch cupcakes, butterscotch chips… Anything I had ingredients for in the kitchen and could put in a box. You said they were you favorites."

Dave had a shy smile on his face and pulled out one of the homemade hard-candies.

Kurt smiled, letting out a little squeal of joy. "I'm glad you picked that one first! They're from a family recipe. My mom used to make them for me all the time when I was a kid. Mine aren't as good, but…"

Dave looked from Kurt to the candy, thinking back on the last time he had seen this familiar candy.

Dave was probably about five at the time. He was running around the park with his friends, playing tag, catch, and anything other game the boys could think of. Not like those silly girls that normally just sat in the sandbox and played with their dolls, he thought smugly as he looked over to the sandbox. But today, there wasn't a girl sitting there. It was an angel, Dave was sure. He was in love with that angel.

He was so distracted by the beautiful little boy that he didn't notice that his friends were all charging at him to tag him. They hit him too hard, and he was sent tumbling to the ground, shredding his knees on the woodchips.

Suddenly, everybody was quiet, looking at Dave's bloody knees. Dave's face trembled and he let out the first sob. The other boys panicked and scattered, not wanting to get in trouble. Dave cried harder, wondering why his parents weren't there yet.

"Are you alright?" a sweet voice asked, tinkling like the wind chimes on the porch at home. A soft hand was placed on his shoulder, and then his cheek as he lifted his head.

His tears dried up when he looked at the face of the angel. He's so close to me…!

"Does it hurt?" The angel asked, looking at his knees.

Dave nodded, awestruck.

"My mommy went to get a drink of water, but she has band-aids that I can share when she gets back."

They sat quietly for a minute, Dave starting to sniffle again because his knees really hurt.

Suddenly Kurt smiled. "I know what you need! I'll be right back!" And he ran off, leaving Dave alone to cry.

Dave was feeling really sorry for himself by the time Kurt came back with a little plastic bag in his hand. He pulled out an uneven, shiny, golden piece of candy.

"It's butterscotch! My mommy made them for me. They're my favorites." He looked at the piece of candy with worshipping eyes, then he looked back to Dave with a blinding smile. "Say 'Aaahhh.'" He commanded.

Dave did as he was told, and the angel placed the candy on his tongue. It tasted like warmth and love and happiness, and Dave decided that these were his favorites too.

Dave could see someone running towards them, and he knew that this was the mommy angel. She fussed over him, fixing him up, and praising her son for being so good. Dave's mommy returned shortly after, thanking the angel mommy and then dragging Dave away, asking what had happened.

"I met an angel, mommy!"

She looked at him with confusion and told him to stop daydreaming and that he had better tell her how he had hurt himself, and how those stains were never going to come out, and blah, blah, blah…

Dave marched silently at her side, valiantly mourning the loss of his true love.

Dave stood now, looking at a candy that he could have plucked straight out of that memory, realizing that he had, does, and will always love only one person, one angel. He popped the candy into his mouth and pulled Kurt close to him with a devious smile. Then he kissed him, slow and deep, the butterscotch rolling between their mouths. Kurt groaned as he pulled away.

"The butterscotch ones are definitely my favorite."

He moved back in for a kiss that tasted like warmth and love and happiness.