The Storm: Reconciliation
Chapter Thirty
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Kurt and Dave have come to terms with the past but can they battle the envy and jealousy of others to make a future for themselves? This is rated M.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
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Dave's tongue moved languidly up the back of Kurt's thigh, the damp trail cooling quickly and causing the singer to moan huskily. His hips rolled against the mattress, digging his cock into the firm surface. He lifted his butt slightly in the air, silently indicating where he wanted Dave's tongue next.
The larger man smiled to himself; he loved how bossy Kurt was, even here in the bedroom. He licked the crease between buttock and thigh and chuckled at the resultant gasp.
"Oh, David, oh, sweetie, I love your mouth on me!" Kurt twitched his butt some more, impatient for the tantalizing tongue to start rimming him. It would be one of the few times David had tried this and it had always led to some mind-blowing sex afterwards.
Dave lifted up onto his knees, his hands coming to knead the tight, firm, deliciously smooth globes of Kurt's ass. Seriously, Dave was in a quandary as to what part of Kurt was his favorite. He had started a silly game in his head of declaring each day a body part day; certain days he would worship Kurt's delicious mouth, spending long minutes during their lovemaking on simply kissing his beautiful lover.
One day he had spent an interesting 30 minutes kissing and nipping Kurt's ankles, his tongue gliding over the delicate bone structure. When Kurt had convulsed, his orgasm taking them both by surprise, Dave had been in awe, as Kurt's cock had not even been touched.
One of his established favorite body parts was, of course, Kurt's thighs. Whether he was on top of them, behind them or had his lips glued to them, Kurt's thighs were to Dave the ultimate symbol of his lover's strength and beauty. Even when they were clothed, Dave would find himself watching Kurt from across the room, or getting into the car, or striding up the stairs; whatever, wherever, it didn't matter. Kurt's thighs pretty much got Dave's libido revving in overdrive
Right now, though, his ultimate destination was that little pink furled place between the glorious globes of Kurt's arse. Given Kurt's obsession with bathing ("I don't have a fetish, thank you very much!") Dave had no qualms, as a relative novice, that this was somehow unclean. His lover's body was his very own playground and he adored the feel, the smell, the taste of his clean, silky skin.
Dave stabbed his tongue suddenly into the little hole and listened happily as Kurt's moans increased in both decibel level and pitch. A musical lover was a wonderful thing; the sounds he made were almost as sexy as the things he did with his incredible body.
Lapping and nipping and suckling to his heart's content, Dave reduced Kurt to a writhing, whimpering mess. By this time, Kurt had pulled himself to his knees and was pushing his butt back greedily onto David's tongue, all the while shouting out encouragement in the filthiest language possible.
Dave's own cock was achingly hard as his body anticipated plunging itself into the tight, hot channel awaiting it. He reached one hand down between his legs, fisting his cock and groaning, the vibrations transmitting through his tongue onto the skin of Kurt's ass.
"Oh, David, oh sweetie, fuck me now, please!" Kurt cried, his own cock leaking onto the bedding, his head dropping down between his shoulders as he panted.
Dave reached for the lube and, scooping up a generous amount, proceeded to stretch and prepare Kurt's body. He loved to do this; watching his thick fingers sink into his lover's luscious body was such a huge turn-on for him. Kurt rotated his hips, helping Dave's fingers to go deeper and when they rubbed against the little bundle of nerves there, he cried out, "yes!"
He mewled, the sound going right to Dave's cock and their arousal ratcheted up further. Dave, making sure that Kurt's hole could take at least three of his large fingers, withdrew his hand and then lined himself up. He gripped Kurt's hips, steadying him, and then sank in – a long, slow, luxurious slide that had them both shuddering and gasping.
"Don't wait, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard!" Kurt's voice, though breathy and unbelievably sexy, held that commanding tone that seemed to have a line straight to Dave's dick. Dave groaned and picked up the pace, his hips slamming against Kurt's now-pink arse.
"Yes, yes, yes, oh god, yes, fuck!" Kurt's potty mouth only turned up when they were making love and Dave loved it. It made him proud that he could do this to Kurt, by far the sexiest lover he'd ever had. He grunted as his cock was clenched by Kurt's channel and he stared down at the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing from that impossibly small, pink hole.
"God, Kurt, you're so fucking hot, I just want to fuck you the whole day, oh baby!" Dave muttered as he put his back into it.
Kurt laughed breathlessly, his voice stuttering as Dave rammed into him. He had one hand braced against the mattress and the other hand fisting his needy cock. He didn't think he could maintain his balance though because Dave was fucking him so hard and fast. He groaned as one particularly hard brush slammed into his prostate and then he cried out; Dave had leaned back, grabbing him firmly around the waist.
He moaned deeply as the new position meant Kurt was now sitting in Dave's lap, making the cock inside him seem to go deeper. Dave's hips pistoned up into Kurt, the slimmer man bouncing on his lap, and Dave reached one hand around to slap Kurt's away from his cock, and grasped it tightly.
Now Dave was fucking him and jacking him off at the same time; Kurt's head fell back helplessly against David's shoulder as he cried out in ecstasy.
There were no words, just a continuous stream of deep, breathy moans as Kurt reached one hand to grasp the back of Dave's neck. He turned his head and captured Dave's lips, plunging his tongue into his lover's hot mouth. They kissed messily, hungrily until one particularly furious jab had Kurt wailing.
Suddenly his cock seemed to swell in David's fist and then Kurt was coming, his body shuddering and clenching down hard on David's cock.
"Fuck! Oh god, oh god, David, uh, uh, uh_" Kurt's voice broke as his orgasm ripped through him, his mouth still pressed to the side of David's face.
Dave groaned as he milked the hot cock in his hand, Kurt's ass clenching almost painfully on his dick still buried within him and as he cried out, he came, too. He gasped and shuddered and squeezed his face against Kurt's jaw, their sweat and breath mingling as he shuddered through his climax.
He wrapped his arms tight around Kurt's waist as his hips plunged sporadically, getting the last of his come up into his fiancé's luscious ass. They clung to each other, spent but unwilling to part, and their breathing synchronized naturally.
"Oh, baby, sweet Jesus; fucking you is like a marathon event," Dave whispered breathily against Kurt's pink ear. He felt his lover chuckle as they slowly relaxed and he eased them down slowly unto the bed until they were lying spooned together.
"I love you so much, sweetie, so much…" Kurt sighed happily, his eyes closing and then he yawned, worn out. Dave nuzzled into the side of his neck near his jawline, another of his favorite spots, and smiled. A sleepy Kurt was a kittenish Kurt, a sentiment he'd never shared with his touchy lover.
They laid there, Dave's arms wrapped around his drowsy lover, and basked in the afterglow. Soon enough they'd have to get on with their packing and plans for leaving. Right now, though, Dave just wanted to wallow in the feel of his lover's long, slender body and inhale the scent of their lovemaking for as long as he could.
He was going to be pretty busy when he got back to the States; there were things to take care of that he'd put off for a while. There was also the surprise he had for Kurt but he would wait a while to spring that one on his talented lover. A month or two wouldn't be too long for a vacation and he thought Kurt rather deserved a break, but he suspected his fiancé was a bit of a workaholic. He would have to see to it that that particular trait was discouraged. In the most diplomatic way, though, he thought. Kurt was going to be pampered and blindsided by luxury as much as Dave could manage, he smiled to himself. His head was going to spin, Dave swore happily.
The two lovers dozed off eventually, oblivious to the staff and his parents scurrying around downstairs and getting things sorted out for their departure. They would have to do their part later but right now they were sleeping the sleep of the just well and truly fucked and when they woke up refreshed would be time enough to get on with the business of the day.
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"Sweetie, do you think I should take all this stuff or just get some more when I get there?" Kurt was hoping Dave would go with the latter suggestion; anything for a shopping spree, was his personal mantra.
Dave popped his head through the closet door, watching as Kurt gestured to the racks upon racks of clothes and shoes in the walk-in closet. He eyed Kurt's face, taking in the hopeful gleam in the fascinating aquamarine eyes, and made his own suggestion.
"Why not just take a few of the things that are your absolute favorite. Don't you want to go shopping in New York?" He almost recoiled as a suddenly exuberant Kurt all but leapt into his arms.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking. I'm so happy we're almost always on the same page! Mwah!" He planted a big wet kiss on David's cheek, chuckling at the flush that appeared on the larger man's face. He released him and stepped back to look around the closet.
"I think I'll only take one or two of the gifts that you bought me for Christmas, though." He turned to eye David warily. "Is that okay?"
Dave looked at his fascinating lover, marveling that this man's mind was as much a wonderland as his body. "Of course, it's okay with me. But why'd you decide that?"
Kurt glanced down at the floor, making Dave wonder what was so fascinating with the carpet. "Oh, it's just that, uhm, I don't want to, ahm, seem like I'mflauntingyouintheirfaces?"
Dave's face was a study in confusion. "What, I didn't get that last part," and looked startled as Kurt's face colored up slightly. Kurt wrapped his arms around himself but looked bravely back at David.
"Look, where I'm from is pretty parochial in its mindset, y'know. I just don't want it to seem as if I'm flaunting my big, bad billionaire boyfriend."
Dave suppressed a sudden grin at Kurt's alliteration but he couldn't help himself as he moved over to hug his nervous-seeming fiancé. He nuzzled his jaw and dropped a series of kisses leading up to the corner of Kurt's eye. When Kurt tipped his head up, finally, Dave suckled on his plump bottom lip and then proceeded to kiss Kurt as if he hadn't made love to him just over an hour before.
Kurt moaned as he opened up to his lover, David's tongue tangling with his and making his head reel. When they parted slowly, he looked up at the taller man, his eyes slightly glazed from the extremely hot kiss.
"Mmm, not that I mind random kisses but, uhm, what brought that on?" Kurt raised one eyebrow at Dave's slightly amused and vaguely aroused expression.
Dave dropped another little peck on the lush pink lips and replied: "I kinda liked the whole 'big bad billionaire boyfriend' tag." He preened and Kurt couldn't help but laugh at his silliness. "Seriously though, I don't care what anyone says or does and you shouldn't either. I grew up in small town Ohio and I was pretty happy when I finished high school and Dad moved us to London."
Kurt looked up at him, smiling softly because Dave didn't often talk about his childhood or his parents, for that matter. They strolled arm-in-arm out of the closet and eventually out into the living room where their suitcases were strewn about. Kurt went over to the minibar and came back with bottles of water and they sat together in silence for a while.
Kurt, after taking several sips, looked at his lover lounging beside him. "You know, you mentioned college once, but you've never said where you grew up or where you went to high school."
Dave, who was sprawled with his head against the back of the sofa, rolled his head to look at Kurt. He smiled softly as he spoke. "That's because my life has been so much more hectic and interesting since graduating college that I rarely think about stuff before that time. Let's see, how far back do you want me to go?"
Kurt shrugged and pulled his legs up so he could sit curled up as he watched his fiancé reminisce. "How about high school? What was it like for you and did you have lots of friends? You said you were into sports, what sports… and_"
"Woah, sweetie, take a breath!" Dave laughed out loud at the pout on Kurt's adorable lips. "Okay, first off, I went to a school in Lima named William McKinley and_"
"WHAT?" Kurt's screech made Dave's heart leap into his throat and he straightened up, staring into his lover's wide blue eyes. "McKinley High, in Lima?"
"What the _! Kurt, what's wrong?" Dave was getting a little alarmed at Kurt's reaction and could only stare as Kurt gaped at him.
Kurt got up and, once again, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and turned to stare unbelievingly at his lover.
"David, you said you've loved me a long time. Tell me, did you ever look up anything about me?"
Dave nodded. "Yes, I checked out your profile on the Juilliard website after I'd seen that fantastic performance. That's when I knew I had to meet you, have you… Why?"
Kurt relaxed ever so slightly and that made Dave relax a little as well. Kurt came over and took his seat again beside David. He took the larger man's hand in his and smiled ruefully. "Shit, I'm sorry, I don't know why I over-reacted like that. Sweetie, I went to William McKinley High, too."
Dave stared at him blankly for a couple of seconds and then chuckled. "Oh wow! Jesus, it is a small world. Did you know I knew Puck in school?" At Kurt's nod, he continued. "I didn't live in Lima, though; my dad had a house in Westerville and I had to commute to Lima every day. It was a bitch but he went to that school when he was a kid and wanted me to continue the tradition, I suppose."
Kurt chuckled with him as they thought about parents and their expectations. Then something occurred to Kurt and he turned to David, his eyes wide. "Wait, that means that you probably already know my stepbrother, Finn, Finn Hudson?"
Dave looked at him blankly for a bit but then shook his head regretfully. "No, doesn't really ring a bell… oh, wait, uh, Finn, Finn… Was he pretty tall or something? I seem to vaguely…"
Kurt nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes, a tall, kinda goofy-looking guy. Said he'd been the quarterback, I think. I dunno, I'm not, never was into sports. He could have been the same year as you and Puck, I don't know."
They sat staring at each other, silly little grins on their faces at discovering another connection between them. Finally, Kurt leaned over so his head was resting against Dave's shoulder. "I can't wait to tell Dad and Carole. Imagine, you already know Finn… well, kinda."
Dave shrugged his shoulder slightly, mindful of Kurt's head resting there. "Yeah, maybe Puck would remember him better. I pretty much kept myself to myself because I was a little quieter than the other guys. Puck says I was the sensitive, poetic type or some crap like that."
Kurt chuckled softly and rubbed a slender hand up David's forearm, his fingers tugging the hair there. "I rather like the sensitive, poetic you. It's pretty sexy when combined with the ruthless billionaire façade and the rugged jock aura you have going on there."
Dave smiled at the teasing, loving note in his fiancé's musical voice. "You must have just been starting middle school when we were in high school, huh? I wonder what I would have thought of you if I'd met you back then."
Kurt snorted softly though inelegantly and straightened up. Dave turned to look at him, surprised. "You would not have looked twice at me, David Karofsky!"
Dave looked a little taken aback and grabbed Kurt's hand, playing with the fingers. "How do you know; you can't tell what could have happened if the teenage me had met the 10-year-old you. I could have been your knight in shining armour!"
Kurt laughed happily, his eyes gleaming at the sentiment. "Nah, I was a chunky, haughty little kid. I hid behind a bossy, know-it-all mask because I was teased so much for both my weight and my girly voice."
Though he shrugged it off, Dave was no fool. He knew kids could be far crueler than adults realized and he knew Kurt must have had a hard time. Still, he was thankful that whatever his beautiful husband-to-be had gone through, he had emerged as this wonderful, super-talented, sexy and commanding individual.
Dave's eyes heated slightly as his eyes ran down Kurt's slender form, displayed to perfection in soft grey sweat pants and a too-tight tee-shirt with the theatre company's name on it. His hair was untamed and curled haphazardly around his sweet face. He was a vision of beauty to Dave and more than enough to fill his days and nights for years to come.
"I don't know what we would have seen in each other then, but I'm very happy about our now." His voice was husky as he reassured Kurt. He watched as color bloomed across Kurt's fair cheeks and smiled broadly. "Those bastards who used to tease you must have been eating their hearts out when you blossomed over the years, huh?"
Kurt's merry laughter bounced around the sitting room. He nodded after a few moments, a faintly malicious gleam in his eye. "Oh, yes, I hit a couple of growth spurts around my 16th year, I think. It was pretty interesting to watch the so-called straight boys trying not to stare at my ass when I walked past them the first day back at school."
They laughed together, Kurt's equilibrium fully restored, and they continued reminiscing about their respective school days. When Kurt got to the part where his dad met and fell in love with Carole, though, Dave sensed a slight tension in his lover.
"Finn wasn't overtly homophobic but he was one of those poor fools who felt that every gay man is out to flip every straight guy. Dumb, right? Well, it kinda made family get-togethers a little too tense for me so, over the years, I gradually stopped going home so often."
Dave rubbed Kurt's hand, offering the comfort of touch. "Hey, some people are just born stupid, y'know; nothing you can do, just try and educate them, I think." He shrugged as he stared at Kurt's soft eyes, the thoughts of the past still hovering in them.
Kurt smiled gratefully at his handsome lover. Then he leaned over and bumped their shoulders together softly. "Hey, they say the best revenge is success, right? Well, I would say I got me a heck of a prize right here."
Dave smiled a little ruefully. "Why, because I'm rich?" Then he almost wished he hadn't said the words and cringed internally.
Kurt though was having none of that. "No, silly! Because you're hot, and handsome and, yeah, successful. They can all eat their hearts out, the narrow-minded rubes."
They laughed together for a while, basking in their happiness and knowing that they had in each other something very special and something very good. There will always be the people who will envy them for either the happiness in their relationship or their material success, but they were unimportant in the scheme of things.
Kurt and David were too wrapped up in each other to let anything come between them. Dave smiled as he thought: you'd have to wake up pretty early to get between this, and he hugged Kurt to his side, dropping kisses on his lover's clean, sweet-smelling hair. Life was, indeed, good.
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Kurt laughed at the look on Carole's face as she stared about the cabin of their private jet. He took pity on her and calmed down, patting her hand gently as she turned to him.
"You'll get used to it, y'know; I did, after about the fifth time traveling in one of these," he smiled softly, not wanting to divulge the circumstances under which he'd become used to private jets.
"Oh, Kurt, it's something else, isn't it!" She looked happily about the elegant and spacious area, her eyes deliberately ignoring the windows as she'd confessed to not liking air travel. She couldn't seem to stop running her hands over the soft, buttery cream leather of the upholstery. Also, this jet was so sophisticated that cabin noise was reduced to a minimum and, if you didn't stare out at the clouds beneath them, you could be forgiven for forgetting you were actually airborne.
Dave came forward just as Carole mentioned how relatively quiet it was and took the large, comfortable seat beside Kurt and opposite her.
"My dad loved this one most of all his planes. It's a Gulfstream G1050X. It has the greatest range in its class and can actually fly you to the other side of the world." He smiled proudly at her, enjoying her awe at flying in such a beautiful though high-tech craft.
The Gulfstream G1050X really was at the pinnacle of aeronautical engineering and featured surround-sound leisure systems, exotic wood cabinetry and trim, gold-plated bathroom fittings, hand-woven carpeting and original artwork.
"It's like a little flying hotel, David; I don't even feel as nervous as I do on the commercial planes." She smiled up at the attendant and thanked her for the tea. The young woman, smart in her stylish burgundy uniform with cream piping, smiled courteously and turned to David.
"Are you ready for some refreshments now, Mr. Karofsky," her smile brightened noticeably as she stared at her handsome employer. Kurt's right eyebrow flirted with his hairline as he watched her almost preen as she waited for David to reply.
David, oblivious, turned to Kurt, taking his hand and kissing the knuckles softly. "What do you feel like having, sweetheart?" He watched the light from the window turn Kurt's eyes more blue than green, fascinated as always.
Kurt smirked up at the attendant and pursed his pink lips before replying to David. "I think I will have coffee and those chocolate croissants I know you know I like, thank you."
He didn't miss the way the woman's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she watched the interaction between the two men but she was all professionalism and courtesy when David, his hazel eyes bright, turned to look up at her again.
"And I will have coffee, as well, but make my croissants plain, please, with strawberry preserve on the side. Thank you," he smiled at her. She nodded and smiled prettily at him before heading aft to the well-appointed galley, making sure that her pert little bum in the tight uniform skirt showed to best advantage.
It was a waste though, as Dave had turned immediately back to Kurt to fill him in on his most recent acquisition.
"Oh, I told you yesterday I was looking to get something near your parents…" he waited for Kurt to nod before continuing. "I couldn't find anything suitable in Lima but I did lease a beautiful property in Westerville. The drive is a little more than 90 minutes but less than two hours to Lima."
He raised his eyebrow enquiringly at Kurt who shrugged and looked over at Carole. She smiled at the two as she sipped her tea. It really was amazing how easy it was for David with his resources to take care of things but she knew that Kurt was very proud and might come to resent what he might see as David's high-handedness.
She set her teacup and saucer down and spoke. "That still sounds good, Kurt. And if you don't have to rush back to England for a while, we can always come and visit with you sometimes." She then smirked at her stepson. "I think it's also good that you wouldn't be too close; it's not always such a good thing to be in one another's pocket, eh?"
Kurt smiled at her and then turned to David, leaning over and dropping a light kiss on the man's cheek. "Thank you, sweetheart, I know you tried. Is it as lovely as our house back home?"
It didn't escape anyone's notice that he'd referred to the manor house as their home. Of all their homes, it would hold a special place in Kurt's heart because it was their first home together – and it was beautiful. Like most Americans, he had an appreciation for historical places and the house had its fair share of history.
Dave felt happy that he had found somewhere he thought Kurt would like, or maybe come to love. He was, indeed, sorry that it couldn't have been in Lima but when he'd gone over the specs of the various properties he'd looked at, this one seemed the most suitable. And it was lovely, too; probably not in the same league as their home in England but far from shabby, too. It had cost nearly $500,000, though he had no intention of ever mentioning that, and had a two-storey great room with a see-through fireplace that was quite stunning. He just felt that Kurt would appreciate something as architecturally different as that room.
He thanked the attendant quietly when she returned with their refreshment, helping Kurt with his coffee and passing over a plate piled with his chocolate croissants. Carole declined one of Dave's croissants, claiming her need to start trying to fit again into her regular clothes when she got back home.
The conversation then, quite naturally, turned to the lovely food she had enjoyed on her vacation with Kurt and David and she used her foot to nudge Burt's just as the man snorted and woke up.
Burt stared around the roomy cabin, looking slightly disoriented until his eyes fell on the others. The stewardess came forward after a minute and he ordered himself a cool drink. They all looked up when Ian came back from the cockpit to speak quietly to Dave, informing him that they would be landing in Columbus in 45 minutes.
Ian and Devon were going to be with Kurt and David at the new house (it had five bedrooms and five baths) and within a week or so, Puck would be joining them. David had arranged for Julian and Xavier to go to the island for a month to aid in Julian's recovery as winter in England was too taxing on an invalid.
Kurt had spoken with both Petal and Mama Affleck when Dave had called the island estate and both women had been ecstatic to know that Kurt had finally put Dave out of his misery. They had laughed delightedly when Kurt had confessed to being the one to propose and, just before ringing off, Petal had elicited a promise from Kurt that he and David would visit soon. Kurt had laughingly told them that he'd see how it would fit into his schedule but had finally promised he'd see what he could arrange.
After talking with them, he had become slightly nostalgic and, reaching into the back of his bedside table drawer, he'd taken out the jeweler's box with the charm bracelet David had given him back on the island. He'd sat staring at it for a while and marveling at how his circumstances had changed. When he'd first received the beautiful gift he'd had no idea that in fewer than six months he'd be deeply in love and engaged to David Karofsky.
He played with the bracelet for a while, debating whether he should slip it on and then, going over to his walk-in closet, he slipped the box into the smallest suitcase he planned to take with him to America. He would surprise David one day and wear it; he had a feeling David thought he'd left it back on the island because Kurt had never mentioned it to him.
Now, watching the bright sunlight gleaming on David's face and brightening the beloved hazel eyes, Kurt knew he had been fortunate that he had taken his head out of his ass long enough to realize how wonderful David was. The man had loved him from the start and even when Kurt had been furious with him, he'd not backed down. Kurt didn't know much about unconditional love but he rather thought that he was getting to know it through David's love for him.
When they were notified that they were 30 minutes from the Westerville airport, Kurt excused himself to go and freshen up, smiling happily at his dad as he passed him.
"You alright, dad? Looking forward to being back home, right?" His dad smiled up at him and nodded. Kurt patted him on the shoulder and headed back to the loo. As he took care of business he could hear the rise and fall of the others' voices over the slight hum of the airplane engines. His mind wandered to Finn and his little family and he sent out a little wish that things would go smoothly when they arrived.
He hadn't spoken to his stepbrother in the longest while; they hadn't been close at all but he thought they got along okay. He hoped that David would feel welcome and Kurt decided that he would try to get Finn alone for even a few minutes before introducing David. It's not that he thought Finn would be outright rude to David; it's just that he knew Finn and social graces had only a slight nodding acquaintance.
Finished with his ablutions, Kurt headed out to rejoin the others, his heart swelling as he looked at the people he loved most in the world. He would do everything to make sure their time in Ohio would be a happy one. If he had to run interference between Finn and David, he would be more than happy to. The narrow-minded people of his hometown were not going to be allowed to put a damper on Kurt Hummel's happiness. Oh no, never again.
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Burt Hummel stepped off the last step onto the tarmac and followed the others towards the waiting town cars. He knew Kurt and his fiancé were going to head straight to their new house in Westerville while he and Carole were going to be driven to Lima by the waiting driver. He almost wished they could have stayed overnight with the boys but Carole was anxious to get home and see Finn and the kids.
He was the last to get to the cars but he waited his turn as Carole gushed over and kissed Kurt and Dave, the latter blushing pink at her exuberance. Burt was so happy for his son that he'd finally found a good man to take care of him. Not that Kurt wasn't more than capable of taking care of himself; oh no, Kurt was so good at it that Burt had worried that he wouldn't be able to let anyone close enough to his heart to let him have the job.
As he watched the men's body language, he smiled inwardly. He remembered what it was like when he had fallen in love with Kurt's mother. Elizabeth had been a warm, sensual woman and she'd had the habit of always touching him; little touches of affection and love that always made Burt feel cherished. Now he watched the way Kurt would touch David's arm or hand or the back of his neck, sometimes the side of his face; it was all very reminiscent of his mother. Burt felt himself getting dangerously sentimental but he shrugged it off determinedly as he stepped up to the waiting men.
"Dad!" Kurt threw his arms around his father and hugged him tightly. "We'll see you in two days, okay?" He dropped a kiss on his father's cheek as his dad returned the hug.
Burt eased back and stared at his son's glowing face. "You kids take care and we'll call when we get in, alright?" Kurt nodded as he stepped back, allowing Burt to turn to Dave. The older man was of two minds as to whether he should shake his future son-in-law's hand or hug him but, what the heck!
Burt pulled Dave into a brief, strong hug and stepped back, clapping a hand to Dave's shoulder as he said, "Thanks for everything, son; that was a great vacation."
Dave, face flushed still, nodded and smiled. "I'm really glad you guys enjoyed it. Y'know, that boat in Florida is going to get pretty lonely if you don't check it out soon."
Burt chuckled at the mischievous gleam in the younger man's eyes. "True, true; I guess we can't let that happen, huh?"
Carole shook her head as she listened to the two men, her arm around Kurt's waist. "Yeah, I know what that guy-speak means; a fishing trip soon."
The others chuckled and they finally took their leave of one another, Carole and Burt heading toward the car in the lead and Kurt and David sliding into the back seat of the other. Ian and Devon were already ensconced and, after waiting for the other car to pull out, they moved off too.
Kurt sighed happily as he settled into the spacious area, leaning into David and feeling the man's arms go around his shoulders. He didn't know how he felt about being back in Ohio but he knew he could face anything with this man beside him.
Dave kissed his forehead and watched Kurt's eyes close and soon his breathing had evened out. Being back in Ohio wasn't a big deal for Dave but he knew Kurt was feeling slightly apprehensive about seeing his old stomping grounds and, maybe, some of the old bullies again. He hadn't actually used the word but Dave knew what had probably happened all those years again. Regardless, he was here now, and nothing and no one was going to mess with his Kurt.
No one.
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