Author's note: There were bits that were meant to happen in the last chapter which I took out because it was just too long and ramble-y and I didn't like it, so I've shrinked them and/or made reference to them in here, because it needs to still have happened. This is all planned out now, and we're pretty much half-way now (assuming the next 4-5 'months' aren't all three parters). Thanks for all the reviews/alerts/favourites, they all tickle me pink. Sorry for the lateness, I had two "blue-screens of death" so had to re-write the last bit twice. Me = not happy, because I was feeling decidedly pissed by the third re-write (and autosave isn't working for some reason).

Anyway, warning all the way at the bottom for a particular sexual act if you want to be warned/spoiled. (Edited to make this more obvious and correct the freaking bloody formatting issues ffnet apparently has against me at 3.30am).

NOVEMBER 2025 – part three

Kurt wakes slowly the next morning, he's managed to sleep in, which is rare. He's got no plans for the day, which means he's got all day to think about tonight and about seeing Dave, and planning what to wear with the very limited selection he's bought with him. He'd been tempted yesterday to offer his help, just so he had an excuse to spend time with Dave, but he's not great with kids. Well, apart from Ryan and Jamie he's not had any real experience with children, definitely not enough for their mothers to trust Kurt with them. Which is fine with him, they generally tend to make him nervous.

He heads downstairs to the kitchen. His dad is working, because cars apparently don't care about holidays, and Finn is looking after the kids because Melanie has to work and the day-care centre is closed today. He's not sure where Carol is, but there's no sign of her when he steps into the kitchen and flicks the switch on the coffee machine. While he waits for his coffee he hears rustling from the entryway and sticks his head around cautiously, fairly certain that in small sleepy little Lima he's safe from a serial killer. And he's right. It's Finn.

"Finn, those are my shoes you're eating out of," Kurt states, and Finn looks up at him guiltily, and Kurt can hear the rustle of candy wrappers as he hides more in his pockets. "I don't care you know, eat the whole lot."

His face brightens and Kurt shakes his head, there are just some things about Finn that will never change, and his relationship to candy is one of them. It's just as well he's had children, because now he actually has an excuse to play with toys and be a big kid the majority of the time. Actually, now that he thinks about it, it's far too quiet.

"Where are your children?" Kurt asks, hoping Finn hasn't forgotten them at home. Finn chews and swallows his mouthful of sugar.

"They're in the car."

"Finn! You can't just leave them in the car!"

"Why not? They're buckled in and stuff. And asleep. I was going to ask what you were doing today. Want to hang out?"

Kurt shrugs, he knows he's got nothing better to do, and actually having Finn and his children around will no doubt make time flow that little bit faster. He nods, suddenly a lot more sure. He instructs Finn to go and check on his children and then pour his coffee into a carry-cup when it is ready before running upstairs to have a quick shower and get dressed.

Dave helps Kadin and Kruze put on their jackets. Matthew is waiting patiently, nose still buried in his book. Dave can't remember him saying anything beyond 'Hey Uncle Dave' since he arrived, completely overshadowed by his older and much noisier sister. And her friend. The same friend who had sat beside him at lunch yesterday and had repeatedly bumped Dave's leg with his own, left it there for a few seconds, leg moving against his ever so slightly, before drawing away. Dave had tried shuffling away, but Zach had shuffled after him. Dave wasn't stupid, he'd realised pretty quickly that he was suddenly the object of a crush. An inappropriate crush, but Zach was fairly harmless. Thing was, Dave wasn't sure whether to be flattered, because all he felt was distinctly uncomfortable. And infinitely glad that Sara and Zach were doing their own thing today.

He loads up Jen's car with the boys, his plan is to visit the indoor playground at the mall, have lunch and then take them ice skating before bringing them home in the hope that they'll be tired enough to watch a movie. Quietly. He's thinking that Matthew will happily spend a few hours in the bookstore at the mall, and Pat told him that he likes ice skating. He'll believe that when he sees it.

Kurt's waiting for Finn, absent mindedly pushing Imogen back and forth in her pram while Finn deals with whatever bathroom crisis Ryan is currently having. His eyes are unfocused, staring out over the food court of the mall towards the glaring-white of the skylights. They're here because Finn wants to do some early Christmas shopping while the Thanksgiving sales are on. The fact that the game shop had been their first stop was highly suspicious though, and Kurt's pretty sure that Finn has just bought a new game with no intention of either giving it away, or waiting until Christmas.

"Fancy seeing you here…"

Kurt turns towards the voice and Dave is standing there, and he looks good. He's wearing what Kurt has come to consider his trademark jeans, and they cover his legs with tightness in all the right areas, a white collared shirt is covered by a dark green cable-knit sweater that just seems to emphasize the green in Dave's eyes. Kurt realises he's been staring, and he has no idea for how long. Long enough for Dave to notice. And be amused.

"Hi," Kurt says, and his voice sounds ridiculous. All breathy like he's out-of-breath and run a marathon. Dave's smile widens even further and his eyes are crinkling and Kurt smiles back, because apparently he can't help but smile at Dave when he smiles at him that way. His attention snaps down to the pram, where a young boy is staring at Imogen with a scary level on intensity, before he fixates on flicking the sun-shade cover back and forth, causing Imogen to startle and then watch with a fixed stare.

"Yours?" Kurt asks, and Dave nods, and the smile doesn't leave his face.

"Kruze, my youngest nephew. Kadin is the one hiding behind me. This must be your niece…"

"Yep. Imogen. Finn's taken Ryan to the bathroom. How's your day going?" Kurt asks, and he feels a bit stupid making small talk when all he wants to do is reach for Dave and hold him, and kiss him and… well, other things that would definitely get him arrested for public indecency.

"My day's not going fast enough, but I can deal with it…" and Kurt knows what he means, Dave's eyes have grown darker and he's watching Kurt with carefully contained desire that sends shivers of anticipation prickling over his skin. They're staring at each other like they're the only people in the building and Kurt really wishes that were the case.

"Baby!" The high pitched exclamation interrupts them, and Kurt looks down at the toddler.

"Yeah, that's right Kruze, it's a baby," Dave says, kneeling down beside his nephew and his patience and love is clear to Kurt as Dave says some things to his nephew. Dave looks up and Kurt, quirking a playful eyebrow at his suggestive position. "My sister Jen is pregnant again, and Kruze is fascinated by the idea."

"Babies are icky," the older child informs Kurt, and he can't help but silently agree, but he's distracted by Dave laughing at the statement. He likes the sound, deep and rumbling and warm, and he can't believe he's standing in a fucking food court thinking poetic thoughts about David Karofsky's laugh. He's clearly losing his mind, but he really can't bring himself to care.

"Hey man, whose kids?" Finn asks, coming up beside Kurt.

"My sister's," Dave replies, standing up again. "We're about to have lunch, you guys want to join us?"

Finn agrees readily, Kurt knows he's never needed an excuse to eat, and it feels a bit surreal, pushing three small tables together so they can all sit together. Dave sits opposite him, a child either side, and Kurt's disappointed for all of a minute before he feels the warm press of a knee against his leg, he looks up and Dave is watching him and looking smug. He pushes back against Dave's knee slightly, and he can feel Dave's body heat through his jeans. They sit this way, fused together, while Dave sets out sandwiches and fruit for his nephews. Kurt had plans to go and get sushi, but now doesn't want to leave this tenuous physical connection he has right now. They've been in the same place now for forty-eight hours, and this is the closest they've been, which just feels wrong to Kurt.

At Finn's prompting he goes and gets his sushi, sliding back into his chair and resting his leg against Dave's again. Finn and Dave are talking about football, and Kurt zones out, focussing instead on the feel of Dave's leg against his. He watches Ryan and Kadin exchange sandwiches and a little while an older boy comes and sits at the table without saying anything but Dave's eyes flick to him, and then to Kurt and he gives Kurt a small smile. Kurt starts paying attention to the conversation again and they're talking about all going ice skating together. Something that Kurt is not okay with. He can't skate. And Finn is now regaling Dave with stories about the last time Kurt was on skates. Great.

He tries his best to ignore the fact that Dave is effectively laughing at him, with Finn's stories becoming more and more elaborate and obviously fake. Kurt should know, he was there, and there was no way he got chased off the ice by a hockey team wearing Halloween costumes, it was one mascot practicing their routine, and he wasn't chased, he just left the ice as gracefully as he could, which was on his arse, scrabbling backwards and praying that his fingers weren't going to get sliced.

Kurt ignores them and gives Ryan a piece of California roll, which he promptly makes a complete mess of and starts playing with the seaweed. Kurt shrugs, he doesn't have to clean him up, and it serves Finn right for telling Dave outlandish stories about him that aren't even true. Dave's phone rings, and he spends a few minutes reassuring whoever it is on the other line that the kids are all alive and accounted for.

Lunch eventually winds to a close; Dave and Finn both working to clean up the children, the tables and the nearby floor of the worst of the damage. They've arranged to meet up at the ice skating rink later, and Kurt has thankfully been left out of the invitation. Just before they leave his hand brushes against Dave's, and his hand is grasped firmly by Dave's larger and warmer hand, before letting go again. It's a reminder and a promise and the knowledge fills Kurt with warmth. Finally.

Seeing Kurt has done nothing to dampen Dave's anticipation for that evening. He'd been enjoying his day, but now he just wishes he could fast-forward through it and get to spending time with Kurt. Finn's presence was the only thing that had kept him subdued, because he'd really wanted to kiss Kurt goodbye. Except he has no idea what, if anything, Kurt has told his family. Dave suspects that Kurt has said nothing. So he'll play it cool. Friends.

With a level of stealth that is surprising Sara and Zach appear almost out of thin air and Dave resists the urge to groan out loud or bang his head on the nearest wall. He should have known that Pat would have dropped them at the mall, there still isn't that much for teenagers to do in Lima, and Sara likes shopping, and he suspects Zach does too. He's trying to ignore Zach, who has stepped just close enough to invade his personal space.

"Who are they?" Zach asks, and he's watching Kurt and Finn, who have got as far as the ice-cream stand and are getting something for Ryan.

"My boyfriend and his brother and his kids," Dave answers, because he's suddenly realised that he can use this to his advantage and hopefully get Zach out of his face. Zach shoots an annoyed glare after Kurt, which Dave can't help but find hilarious, but hides his amusement and satisfaction.

"Are you sure they're brothers? They don't look like brothers."

"Yeah I'm sure. I went to high school with them. They're step brothers."

"You went to high school with him. And he's your boyfriend? Does he live here?" Zach asks, clearly curious, and Sara is listening closely as well and Dave knows he's opening a potentially dangerous can of worms. But what the hell, he's already had far too personal conversations with Sara and with AJ, why not with Zach? Actually, when he likens Zach to AJ he feels slightly kinder towards the boy, especially when he takes into consideration that Zach has actually been kicked out of home and doesn't have the support that AJ clearly has in regards to Az.

"He lives in LA. His brother lives here, along with their parents."

"So, what? You guys have a long-distance relationship or something?"

Definitely 'or something' Dave thinks, but he nods. As far as he's concerned he's in a long-distance relationship, even if it still feels oddly one-sided. He's hoping to change that soon though. Sara is looking ridiculously excited, and Dave sees a future Karen in-the-making, far too involved and interested in her gay-friend's love-life. He suddenly feels a pang of future-Zach, because he has no idea what he's in for if they remain friends.

"He looks too old for you," Zach states, trying (and failing) to look coy. "I live much closer than LA you know."

Dave stares at Zach in astonishment before bursting into laughter. Fuck the boy has some balls, but it's bought this whole situation between them to a head thankfully, so now he can deal with it. Sara is looking horrified, and Dave can't blame her, but he also can't believe she's not managed to notice the blatant come-ons Zach has been giving him. Zach is starting to look annoyed, and Dave stops laughing abruptly. He doesn't think Zach has any problem with his ego or self-confidence, but he doesn't want to suddenly give him one. In a public food court is no place for the conversation he's about to have, but needs must.

"Zach, Kurt's younger than me by a couple of months, and I'm older than you by nearly seventeen years, which makes me old enough to be your father. I get that for some weird reason you like me, but not only are you only fifteen, but I have a boyfriend, and even if I didn't, I like men my own age," Dave's voice is low, and Zach is listening, but clearly not liking what Dave is telling him. Sara is still looking equal parts horrified and shocked. "Also I'm a police officer. I have a duty to act in a manner befitting my job, which means even if I did like you, and I don't, I'm sorry, I wouldn't act on it."

Zach is pouting and looking at the floor now, and Dave hopes he's let him down softly enough to not hurt his feelings, but also firmly enough so that he realises his fascination with Dave isn't going to go anywhere.

"If you were my age and single would you go out with me then?" Zach's voice is quiet and Dave's heart suddenly breaks for him. He remembers high school. Watching everyone around him with girlfriends (and Kurt with bloody Blaine), and just wondering if he'd ever get a turn. And he didn't, not in high school. He'd been in college before he'd finally felt like he'd caught up with his peers.

"I don't know Zach, because I didn't have a boyfriend in high school. I wasn't even out in high school. I was nineteen before I got a boyfriend. You will find someone though. I'm a firm believer that there is someone for everyone. It's just not me," Dave says, and Zach shoots him a glare.

"I get it. Right. Fine. Well, thanks I guess. Was he out in high school?" Zach asks, looking in the direction that Finn and Kurt have disappeared in. Dave smiles, recalling just how out Kurt had been back then.

"Yeah, he was, and he had a boyfriend as well. Look, I have to be somewhere soon, but I'm happy to talk and answer any questions you might have," Dave says, and he means it. Like AJ, he'd rather Zach be informed properly, rather than gleaning half-truths and exaggerations from the internet or friends.

Zach's face lights up, and Dave wonders whether he's had the opportunity to actually talk to anyone, or whether he's simply excited about talking to Dave. Probably alone. Fuck. That is something Dave is not okay with, not that he thinks Zach would lie, but he's not willing to risk his job or integrity on a kid he just met two days ago. He wonders what Az and AJ are doing tomorrow, seeing as he's suddenly become a mentor-to-gay-teens he might as well include them as well, and it might make Zach feel less alone, meeting another out gay-teen.

"Tonight?" Zach asks hopefully and Dave shakes his head

"I have plans tonight, but tomorrow's good. And now, we've really got to go," Dave says, turning to where Matthew has fortunately been keeping Kadin and Kruze entertained with colouring books from their bag. He packs them up quickly enough before swinging Kruze up onto his hip and taking Kadin's hand. Matthew silently takes the bag and they head towards the car park. As they leave he hears an 'ew, but he's sooooo old' from Sara, and he lets out a sigh of resignation.

Kurt has taken advantage of his free afternoon and used his dad's treadmill, that judging from the dust settled on it, hasn't been used since Kurt last visited. He follows his run with an hour long session of Pilates, before taking a long hot shower. And now he's at Finn's, who is trying to convince him to eat pizza for dinner while bathing Imogen in her baby bath.

"Look, it's tradition for us. We have pizza the day after Thanksgiving. I'm meant to be cooking dinner, and as long as it doesn't involve either turkey or pumpkin, Mel doesn't care," Finn says in response to Kurt's query regarding the 'cooking dinner' probably not including takeout. And he's noticed a trend that nearly all of Finn's holiday traditions involve food in some way. How his brother isn't twice the size he is Kurt has no idea.

"Okay, okay, I'll go get pizza. I don't think I'll actually eat any myself though," Kurt says, because not only does he not want to undo all his hard work this afternoon, but pizza nearly always gives him indigestion, which is something he's not sure whether to account to age, or taste.

"Just order the vegan pizza, it's all green stuff on a piece of cardboard that they call a wheat meal base. No cheese on it either. It's gross."

"Thanks Finn, you're really selling it to me. Green cardboard sounds delicious."

"Mel likes it, was the only thing she ate for a whole week once while she was pregnant with Imogen. Cold for breakfast even. The house stunk of spinach for weeks. It was gross."

Kurt raises a disbelieving eyebrow, this from a guy who once ate a week-old grilled cheese, but he also seems to know what spinach smells like. Finn takes no notice, too busy wrapping his daughter in a towel and drying her. Kurt lets out a sigh, not even knowing why he's bothered trying to argue the point anyway, he's in Finn's house, and it's what they want for dinner. He'll probably have a slice or two of the vegan before heading back to his dad's to get changed before heading out to meet Dave.

He listens as Finn gives him a list of instructions, like he's never ordered pizza before, and the way Finn is talking Kurt is starting to think that maybe he should be noting it down. Pulling out his phone he asks Finn to repeat his instructions (shudders at the pineapple on one half, anchovies on the other half part of the order), refuses to accept any money and says he'll be back shortly.

Dave is wishing he could get away with either knocking them unconscious, or at least gagging them. Since arriving back at his parent's place after ice-skating Zach and Sara have clearly decided that Dave is cool and have followed his every move and listened intently to every word he's said. He'd offered to go and pick up the pizza, rather than have it delivered, simply to get some space. It had backfired horribly of course, the pair of them now in the backseat, asking questions about what he was like in high school.

When he pulls into the parking lot outside Nona's Pizzeria he's really wishing they weren't with him, because he can see the unmistakeable form of Kurt sitting inside, legs crossed, flicking through a magazine with an obviously feigned level of interest. Fuck.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," he instructs as he gets out of the car, and for all of three steps he thinks it might have worked, but then hears the slamming of car doors and the crunch of footsteps.

"Hey, isn't that your boyfriend?" Sara asks, spying Kurt, and Dave turns to them both, barring them from entering the small shop.

"Our relationship isn't exactly public knowledge yet, so please don't go blurting things like that out, or asking him stupid, dumb or private questions. Okay?"

Sara and Zach both nod in silent agreement, and Dave hopes that that is enough. He doesn't want to push Kurt into something he's not ready for yet, and having two incredibly nosy teenagers with no sense of boundaries are a sure fire way to send him back to LA on the next available flight. He holds the door open for them and they file past him, eyes fixed on Kurt in open curiosity and Dave rolls his eyes. Fuck, they're not going to have to say anything, their stares say plenty.

He smiles at Kurt and murmurs a soft greeting before going up to the counter to ask about the internet order for Karofsky. After being told it'll be another ten minutes, he turns to sit and finds that of the three available seats when he'd walked in, Zach has taken the one beside Kurt, leaving a gap, and then Sara has taken the other end of the row. Kurt is looking decidedly amused but does nothing to help Dave out.

"Zach, move please," Dave instructs, and he has to admit to himself that the word please is added only out of habit.

"Oh, you want this chair?"

"You want to walk home?" Dave replies, and a part of him is deadly serious. Zach clearly picks up on it because he moves the fastest Dave has seen him move all holiday. He settles into the chair beside Kurt with a soft sigh, definitely tired, but energised knowing he has just over an hour before he'll be free of his family and able to just be.

"Hi again," Kurt says, and his lips are quirking in amusement and Dave just wants to lean over and kiss him, and the tiny pizza parlour is definitely an improvement on the mall food court, but there is still an audience Dave wishes weren't here.

"Hi," Dave replies, and Kurt has never heard a word so heavy with meaning, although he could be imagining it. Dave's hand reaches for his and Kurt lets their fingers interlace. It feels good. He spares a quick glance at the two teenagers, and they're both watching Dave and himself with interest, which he finds slightly disconcerting. Dave is running his thumb back and forth over the fleshy part of his thumb though, which serves as enough of a distraction, his body zinging with awareness.

"Order for Hudson?"

Kurt sighs; of course now that he's got an incentive to sit and wait, his order is ready. He squeezes Dave's hand before pulling his hand away and standing to go to the counter. He's already paid so he accepts the three boxes and turns back to Dave before walking to stand directly in front of him.

"I'll see you in a bit," he says, and he carefully balances the pizzas before leaning down and kissing Dave. He doesn't intend for it to be any more than a peck really, but he hasn't taken into consideration the fact that they haven't done anything more than hold hands or play a weird pseudo-footsie with their knees for over a month now, and all the little flirty text messages and conversations heavy with innuendo is culminating in this.

Dave's hand is on his hip, which he realises is steadying him when he sways slightly. It's a firm kiss, hot with promise, and Kurt feels Dave's tongue dart into his mouth with lightning speed before retreating. Kurt follows it with his own tongue, and he feels a hand in his hair, warm fingers pressing against his scalp. He lets out a short quiet gasp and pulls back, eyes fixed on Dave's, which are blown wide and dark.

"I'll see you in a bit," Kurt repeats, and then steps back slightly, hoping his knees are going to hold him before heading out of the shop. The teenagers have started talking before he's even taken two steps.

"Not public knowledge huh?"

"Guess we know what your plans for tonight are."

Kurt leaves the pizzeria to the sound of Dave telling them to shut up.

When he arrives at Cookies Kurt is already there and waiting, which isn't surprising given that he's running fifteen minutes late. After their little performance in the pizzeria Zach has suddenly become an avid supporter of the idea of Dave and Kurt together, which Dave is going to put down to the fact that it was likely the first gay kiss he's seen in real life. Thoughts of their earlier kiss have him striding across the room to the booth Kurt is sitting in. He leans down and kisses him, not caring who might see them, because if Kurt can kiss him in a pizzeria, then Dave can kiss him in a bar.

"Hi again," Kurt says when Dave pulls away to slide in opposite him. He immediately slides a leg between Kurt's and gets a heated smile for his efforts.

"Fuck is it good to see you…" Dave says, and he winces internally at the words, unsure whether that's saying too much, and shit he'll be glad when he can stop being so guarded with his thoughts and feelings, not that he's being overly careful, but he still feels like anything could swing Kurt away from him.

"Rough holiday so far?"

"I…just…You have any idea how we made it through our teens without our parents killing us? I mean… I'm glad I'm never going to be a parent because seriously? I have had it up to here with teenagers in the last forty-eight hours."

And he has. Between having to counsel Sara out of her self-absorbed funk, talk AJ through the perils of gay sex and dealing with Zach and his persistent invasion of not only his personal space but also his personal life he's ready to burst, and not in a good way.

"Apparently it's different when they're your own," Kurt replies, and he takes a sip of his drink and Dave watches as he licks his lips and swallows. His voice is low but his eyes are sparking with amusement and desire and fuck, this is the first time they've been alone and not had to run away to some bloody family commitment, and he's wasting time by complaining about his family and their friends. He stands abruptly, holding his hand out to Kurt. He has no idea where they're going to go, but he's not going to sit around making small talk.

Kurt takes his hand and stands, leaving his drink and follows Dave as he weaves through the tables back towards the entryway. He freezes about halfway there and starts swearing under his breath. His sisters have just walked in. He darts his eyes back and forth, they haven't spotted him, but it's only a matter of time, it's not a big bar, and it's not busy. He turns sharply to face Kurt.

"It's my sisters. God. I'm sorry for anything and everything they say, okay?"

"You think we could make an escape out the fire exit?"

"Tempting. Very very tempting. Come on, let's reclaim the booth, have a drink, and then get out of here as fast as possible. Maybe if we sit right in the corner they won't see us."

"I don't think that's likely, since they're already headed this way," Kurt tells him and Dave groans. This is the last thing he needs.

"Davey, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" Jen asks, and Dave turns slowly, eyes narrowed. Jen knows all too well exactly who Kurt is.

"Kurt, these are my sisters, Patricia and Jenny. Pat, Jen, this is Kurt."

"Hi Kurt." "Hello Kurt."

"Hi, I recognise you from the photos in Dave's apartment." Dave bites his tongue, worst possible thing Kurt could have said, Pat's going to interrogate him and Jen is going to wind him up, he just knows it.

"You've been to Dave's apartment?"

"For dinner," Dave interjects, eyes rolling.

"Dave cooked for you?" Jen asks, quirking a suggestive eyebrow. Kurt lets out a tiny huff of amusement.

"Oh, for fucks sake…" Dave snaps, and he knows he should know better, but he doesn't care right now. He wants time with Kurt. Alone. And his bloody sisters are not going to cock-block him, no matter how much perverse pleasure Jen might get out of it. "We were just leaving actually. Enjoy your night. Don't wait up for me."

And with that, and Kurt's little wave and 'it was nice to meet you!' he's almost dragging Kurt to his rental car. He notes Kurt's complete lack of protest as he pulls him close, peppering kisses over his face, down his neck, one hand squeezing an arse cheek, the other curled in the shirt he's wearing, probably crinkling it, but he doubts Kurt cares right now. Although, it does make him wonder…

"Why aren't you wearing a jacket?"

"Didn't want to waste time putting it on. I can pick it up tomorrow. Just…let's not hang about outside too long."

Dave quickly unlocks the car and turns the heaters on, and part of him wants to insist that Kurt go back inside to retrieve his jacket, but another wants to keep him as far away from his sisters as possible. He goes with the latter and turns to Kurt, reaching a hand out to him, almost trying to reassure himself that it's real. He leans over the centre console and kisses him, slowly this time, tasting the bitter tang of lime in Kurt's mouth, trying to memorise every taste, every sound and the press of Kurt's mouth against his. He pulls back slightly.

"You have a plan?"

"I…no, not really…just…come back to my place…?"

Dave laughs and then looks across at Kurt. He's pretty sure Kurt has to be joking, because the idea seems crazy.

"You can't be serious." Kurt's expression doesn't change. "Fuck. You are serious. Kurt, it's your dad's place…"

"And I'm a grown man. He can't ground me if I have a friend stay."

"Well no, but there is such a thing as respect. And your dad scares me," Dave states, and he has no shame in admitting it, and he's noted Kurt's use of the bloody friend word again but he shakes it off.

"Well, my dad and Carol are staying in Columbus tonight with Carol's aunt, so your chance of running into my dad is zero. So just drive, we're wasting precious time."

Dave lets out a long sigh, because he knows he's a complete sap, but he can't view any time spent with Kurt as a waste.

He runs to the house, keys already in hand, trying his best to ignore the softly falling snow as it pricks at his uncovered skin as it lands. Dave had offered his jacket, several times in fact, and Kurt had stubbornly refused it, mainly because he likes the idea of being cold and being held to Dave's warm body. Every time Dave touches him Kurt feels like checking him for a temperature, he just feels so hot. Even now, standing behind him and trying to protect him from the worst of the cold with the sheer presence of his body, Kurt can feel the heat coming off him in waves.

He opens the door and pulls Dave inside, tugging him towards the stairs and up to the guest room. Dave follows, occasionally stopping Kurt to kiss him before moving forward again. Once they're in the bedroom Kurt closes the door, they might be alone in the house, but Finn has a key, and he's not going to risk it. What Dave had said earlier had made Kurt feel so guilty that this is what he'd thought of as soon as his dad had told him of their sudden plan to travel to Columbus. Kurt would never bring random guys home. But anyway, Dave wasn't just some random guy. He was Dave.

"Come on, let me warm you up." Dave's voice breaks through his conscious thoughts and he realises he's shivering slightly, although he's fairly certain it's due to anticipation rather than cold, but if it gets Dave touching him he doesn't care about why.

Warm hands are at his waist, tugging his shirt out of his pants, sneaking under the hem and running up his ribs where they burn. Kurt's body almost jolts at the sensation, and he must have moved closer to Dave somehow, because their bodies are flush with one another and Dave's lips are on his ear, nipping and sucking, fingers on the buttons of his shirt. Kurt shakes himself mentally and starts returning the favour, hands going to Dave's shirt where he works the buttons loose and apart to reveal a bloody t-shirt.

"Off with this," Kurt instructs, plucking at the shirt, and Dave obliges easily enough, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion that allows Kurt to watch the byplay of muscle movement in the chest and arms in front of him.

"God I want you to fuck me…" Kurt mutters, and he really does, he's been thinking about nothing but for the last few weeks, imagining it when he jerks off. Dave seems to have frozen against him, and Kurt's not sure if that's a good thing. He chances a glance at Dave's face only to find it shuttered against him. The expression clears quickly enough but it does make Kurt wonder what's going on behind those shutters.

"Do you have condoms? And lube?"

It's Kurt's turn to freeze, as he realises that in fact he doesn't have condoms. Not here, where he bloody well needs them anyway. He'd bought some not even an hour ago, taken three from the box and put them in his jacket pocket. Which is of completely no use considering his jacket is still in Cookies and the rental car parked on the street outside, no doubt getting covered in snow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"I'll take that as a no then?" Dave asks, and his voice is carefully modulated, as if he's unsure how to react to Kurt, or maybe to how he thinks Kurt wants him to react. Kurt frowns.

"I should have gone back for my jacket, I bought some, I just…"

Dave shrugs easily enough, and Kurt decides he must have a bottomless pit of patience, because he's so angry with himself right now. He lets out a huff of annoyance and Dave's hands tighten on his hips.

"I'm…kind of glad. I know this is a casual thing, but sex is still a big deal for me, I'm sorry if you think it's old-fashioned, maybe I'm just an old-fashioned type of guy, but I'd like it to be in my bed. Or your bed. So…we have to wait a bit longer, maybe it's just meant to be this way," Dave says, shrugging again and Kurt bites his lip, because it's sweet and Dave sounds so nervous, saying all that, as if he half expects Kurt to turn into a raving sex-maniac and not be okay with that for some reason. And if he's honest he is disappointed, however he'd much rather have Dave a full-blown participant with no reservations than do something he might regret. Kurt can live with this.

"That's fine, I don't mind waiting…just means we're going to have to get creative. I do have lube," he states, just to make it clear that something is on the cards. He doesn't think that Dave is suddenly going to turn all shy, not with what they've already done together, but he feels like they start afresh each time they see each other, which can be a bit disconcerting when you've had the guy's dick in your mouth.

"I'm sure we can work something out," Dave murmurs, and his hands are back to roaming over Kurt's body and leaving fiery-hot trails and Kurt moans, and he knows he doesn't care how he gets off, because as long as it's with Dave, it's bound to be amazing.

Dave remembers what he said to Kurt last time they were like this, but he doesn't want to watch Kurt, he wants to touch, and taste and yeah, then he wants to watch him come, but he wants to be the cause, not just a spectator. Pants discarded now their bodies have nothing between them, and Dave knows what he wants to do, which is an act arguably more intimate than sex, but he really wants to rim Kurt. He knows some guys aren't comfortable with it, but god he hopes Kurt isn't one of them.

He wants to ask, but he doesn't, instead moving them both towards the bed, quite frankly shocked they've managed to actually stay away from it this long. They lay side-by-side, hands on each other's cocks, and Dave's not entirely sure, but there is none of the intense frenzy that there has been in some of their previous encounters. This feels different somehow.

"Roll over," Dave murmurs, his voice a whisper, but it's directly into Kurt's ear and he complies with soft hum of appreciation or approval, Dave's not sure, but he rubs up against Dave just before lying face down, and it reminds Dave of a cat. He moves to kneel above Kurt, a knee on either side of his hips, and his cock resting on Kurt's arse when he leans forward to run his hands down the long line of Kurt's back. He starts slowly, massaging the shoulders and arms before beginning to focus solely on his back.

"I'll fall asleep you know," Kurt murmurs, and he does sound lethargic, but Dave knows he'll be turning that around. Hopefully. As he rubs Kurt's back he starts placing random butterfly kisses wherever he wants. When he runs his fingers up either side of Kurt's spine and follows it with his tongue he hears Kurt's muffled 'oh fuck' said into the mattress and feels the movement of Kurt's hips beneath him as he tries to move for friction. Dave grins, pretty confident now that Kurt's going to enjoy what's coming next.

He moves lower, so he's straddling Kurt's knees, taking care to not let any of his weight actually rest on Kurt. His hands are on Kurt's lower back and arse cheeks, rubbing and stroking, his tongue flicking into the small indent in Kurt's lower back. Without prompting Kurt moves to spread his legs, and Dave feels a rush of relief, knowing that they're both on the same page. He moves so that he's kneeling between Kurt's knees and he's so close to suddenly coming he has to grip the base of his own dick so roughly he winces. The pain distracts him enough though that coming is no longer an issue. He can focus again on Kurt.

He massages the cheeks for a few more seconds before parting them to reveal Kurt's hole, and it looks tight and impossibly tiny and Dave feels a surge of want go through him that hopefully one day in the not too distant future he will be pushing himself in there. Now though, he swipes over it with his tongue and Kurt moans something Dave is pretty sure is his name. He allows the saliva to pool in his mouth, and he swipes again, and again. Each time going a bit slower and a bit firmer, until it's a slick slide of tongue down the crack with very little friction.

He pushes at Kurt's knees, and with a muttered 'fucking hell' Kurt pulls his knees beneath him, causing his arse cheeks to spread and expose himself fully. Dave mutters the same curse under his breath, before running his tongue along the groove of Kurt's crack again. He repeats the action a few times before finally focussing solely on the hole. He runs his tongue in an ever-decreasing spiral and then pushes in. Kurt is pushing back, repeating a mantra that Dave can hear includes his name and quite frankly that's all he cares about right now.

He continues to work his tongue, maintaining the circular motion as much as possible and allowing his spit to simply flow from his mouth onto and into Kurt. He can tell when Kurt relaxes completely, because he's suddenly got extra space for movement of his tongue, and he makes good use of it, working deeper and allowing the broader part of his tongue continue to work Kurt open. He can hear more clearly now what Kurt is saying, although it still doesn't make a lot of sense, but he's clearly enjoying it.

"Touch yourself," Dave says quickly, before diving back in, and Kurt is almost panting but Dave feels his weight shift and suddenly Kurt's hand is working furiously on his own cock. Dave braces a hand on Kurt's hip, locks his knees and reaches for his cock with his other hand. He works his tongue in and out rapidly, matching the pace to his hand. He'd like Kurt to come first, but he doesn't think that's going to happen. He groans again, the mounting pressure suddenly seeming to have increased exponentially. Kurt bucks towards him and then he's coming, cock spurting over the sheet, tongue still busy making its second home in Kurt's arse. Seconds later Kurt is coming, and it's just as bloody well that they're the only ones in the house because the shout he gives when he comes is anything but discreet. Kurt collapses to the side, moving so he can watch Dave and his in-vain attempts at a clean-up.

"Leave it… sleep now," Kurt instructs, and Dave pauses for all of a second before curling up on the bed beside Kurt and pulling the blankets up over them. He'll worry about it when he wakes up.

WARNING: Rimming