AU – Set during Senior Year on the run up to Christmas. Kurt never transferred; after a few run ins he and Dave found an interesting way to deal.

Rated M only.

Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt and now lots of plot (Plotofsky). Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).

I own nothing, literally.

Good Boy Kurt

Chapter Forty-Nine

Nervously gripping David's hand I smile at the people massed around us as the preacher introduces us, there is an obvious reaction to the name Karofsky but they all glance to Figgins and his wife who are beaming at us happily and seem to decide to wait and see. Even the fact that we are gay isn't upsetting them; maybe this church will be a good one for David to join.

"Welcome to our church boys," the preacher says, "Please call me Ben," his whole attitude is welcoming and open and he is nothing like any clergyman I've ever heard of. He's young maybe mid twenties, he limps and uses a cane to walk, his clothes are simple and plain, he's friendly, and he has dog tags that show now and again. "Now I saw you carrying something for our family meeting…" Ben is hinting and peeking at the covered tray balanced on David's other hand.

"Oh, we weren't sure what to bring, so Kurt volunteered some of his homemade cookies," David says. "They're really good. Kurt's an amazing cook," I blush at his praise, "He's trying to teach me to cook and so far I haven't burnt the kitchen down."

Scattered laughter breaks out around us and Ben reaches out, "Well let me just take this off your hands and I'll put it with the rest of the goodies."

"Oh no you don't," a woman bustles over, "I know you, a few of them will have to be tested and then there'll be less for the rest of us," now everyone laughs and Ben flushes having been caught in the act.

"Well," he says drawing himself up, "I guess we'll get this started, as most of you already know, there is a little preachy bit to start with then we can break the food out and generally chat."

Drifting along with the crowd we take a seat and Ben goes to stand in front of us, "As you all know the Christmas season is fast approaching. It's a big thing in the Christian calendar and also for many non-Christians too because of the commercial factor. There are presents given and received, family gatherings to go to, and things always get very hectic as we struggle and fight for the perfect gift, and we all get fraught and our nerves get strained.

"Normally at this point in the year we also get the annual lecture of try better, think of others, reach out to those we don't reach out to on any other day. There's a big emphasis on the Christmas spirit. Some of us," he points to himself, "are supposed to lead by example, to show others the way, and I'm the first to put my hand up and admit I'm a total failure at it, that I fail at being a good human being at this time, that there are just too many people in front of me in the shops, and I admit that the pressure this holiday puts on me and my family is huge. So I'm telling you now don't be surprised if I'm a grouch or if I roll my eyes at an idea to for example feed the homeless.

"Christmas is supposed to be a time of sharing, and a lot of what I share is my time. I have my off days, I screw up, I forget that the faith I have chosen to practice doesn't mean I get to just mouth the words in an impressive building and then walk out to be a complete ass. My faith means I have to live it, that it should be the strong foundations to help guide me every single day of my life. And foundations don't drag you down, they don't keep you from your dreams, they are the layering to build your dreams on, they are the stairs we climb as we reach ever upwards to our goals."

David's hand is still in mine, and his thumb is running over my knuckles as he listens a slightly thoughtful look on his face and I wonder how this measures up to his expectations.

"We may build our walls on these foundations but they shouldn't shut the world out, they shouldn't blind us to what is truly going on inside of us or outside of us. And they shouldn't limit us, after all Jesus was a teacher so we don't get to leave school and magically turn our brains off, we are learning every day, either something factual, or about our family and friends. We continue to grow without even realising it so regular walls would just get in the way.

"I know you are used to having me ramble at you as I try and put ideas across to you, but this ramble has a purpose, one I am very ashamed of as this year a woman from a high class family came to me gushing about the homeless at Christmas. I have no excuse about getting so grumpy at her or rolling my eyes, but it was the way she only cared about these vulnerable people because it was Christmas as if she was supposed to do something only at this time if the year, she hadn't thought about it for the rest of the year, hadn't cared about them for one second."

Looking down and away from us Ben sighs heavily, "I got into an argument with her, it escalated, it was not pretty, we both said things, and at the end we both walked away in a foul mood. And the losers of this fight? Well that would be the both of us and the homeless too."

A low murmur starts up and he lifts his hands, "Yeah I know, I know. So to wrap this story up I went home, sulked, and then I went back to her and I apologised to her. Yes she's an idiot who's only doing something good because it makes her look good, but I should know better, I should own my actions and I was in the wrong, there were many ways I could have handled the situation better the first time around but I didn't."

Stuffing his hands in his pockets he gives a tired smile, "In summary, yes its Christmas and it is a special day and it is a special time, but so is everyday of the year too. The insanity that seems to descend on people at the moment is happening to more than just us so be patient with them, grit your teeth and it will pass. Be grateful for the presents of family, home, food, and warmth that are yours as there are those out there who don't even have these precious gifts. Own your actions good and bad. And may you have wonderful Christmases or equivalent celebrations. Lastly, no matter your faith or lack of faith, it does not define you, you define you, learn the right lessons and build the right foundations and you will enrich your lives in ways you can't yet imagine."

Rubbing his hands together, "As you can tell I threw that one together at the last moment, but I didn't want to be too sermon like for our guests, and at this point I say we all go browse the food that has been kindly donated and build bridges to all our friends and families members that have come here today." He smiles a surprisingly innocent smile, "The more we come to know each other, the less chance ignorance and fear will have to guide us to embracing hatred."

Apparently that is the signal to move as the crowd stretch and stand up. I'm a little stunned, that was it? David looks as baffled as I feel and we trail along after everyone else and crowd around the food.

Mrs Figgins is standing next to us, "And are you boys alright?" She asks.

"Err yeah," David says, "Um is he always like that?" David asks quietly.

A guy taller and broader than my boyfriend turns around, and he looks like a biker dude, a biker dude I'd never want to anger, "Yeah pretty much, but the main sermons are all linked back to the bible, the good father prefers not to overly Christianise things, these Sundays are more for getting to know each other and stuff." He holds a hand out, "I'm Eric."

We shake hands and his giant paw engulfs mine, I wait for him to squeeze to show of his manliness but its only firm and solid.

Biting into a cookie he says, "Oh dude your boyfriend's right this is amazing, I hope you keep coming to these shindigs and bringing cookies with you." He wanders off leaving David and I exchanging hopeful glances.

In ones and twos people come and introduce themselves, and not one of them seems to worry that we are boyfriends. Their families are a mix of Christians, atheists and some of the other main religions such as Judaism and Islam, and they are all getting on rubbing shoulders with each other, laughing and as Ben said building bridges.

The more people we meet the happier David becomes until his relaxed smile is permanently attached to his face, I'm so glad Principle Figgins asked us to come this church is amazing.

Michael is a fireman and his wife Leanne works in insurance, they are chatting away to us with their new first-born gurgling in her arms. Michael Jr waves his hands about and then David startles me, "Um is it alright if I hold him?" He's gazing at the baby longingly.

"Of course," Leanne says, "Have you held babies before?" and David nods. Expertly they swap the baby from her to David and he automatically settles the tiny bundle into his big arms and starts cooing. Leanne laughs, "Oh Kurt if you could see your face right now."

"David, I didn't know you were good with kids," I'm learning more and more about this fascinating and complex man in my life.

Shyly he says, "Yeah I love kids, I was always doing babysitting duties at my last church, I couldn't stand the adults but the kids were always cool." Biting his lip he confesses, "I kinda want a houseful of kids of my own but I know it won't be easy to adopt and I wasn't sure what you thought of the idea, plus I've been toying with the idea of teaching, not teens, but you know the little ones."

My eyes widen, "Oh!"

"It's okay babe," David hastily says, "I know not everyone likes kids and well your career is gonna take you up and out there so I'm already used to the idea of having to wait."

"Oh!" Is all I can say, as my brain has stopped momentarily. "I hadn't really thought about it I guess. Being gay it's not like one of us can get pregnant, it's always been this vague idea of sometime in the future."

When David and Leanne start discussing baby food and routines I'm lost in seconds, I'm an only child, and the kids that have joined the household are all potty trained and relatively self sufficient, babies are new territory to me.

Michael catches my eye and we back away slowly, escaping the conversation I gain an insight into how other boys might feel around me when I start talking fashion and makeovers with girls, I didn't realise I had picked up so many cultural stereotypes myself but the sight of David cuddling a baby and being so damn girly and mushy is so incredibly cute I wish I had a camera on me.

"Don't get me wrong, I love Junior," Michael says, "But sometimes its nice to have an adult moment." He eyes me up, "Don't suppose you're into sports are you?" I shake my head, "Oh well, never mind, good cookies by the way."

And as the rest of the meeting goes on, David attracts the kids and seems to adore all of them, they hang on him, compete to get his attention, and the babies all gurgle at him. I'm almost jealous and there's this fuzzy feeling inside when he holds them.

"Oh you got it bad," a woman, Mel I think, says, "Next thing you know you'll be knocking him up and painting the spare room," she laughs at me, "Sorry couldn't resist teasing you, though you should think about hiring him out I can't believe he managed to get my little hellion Calvin to behave." When we brush hands at the table she says, "Your hands are so soft!"

This is something I do understand and I'm soon embroiled in a discussion about moisturisers. Somehow all the women drift in and out and I feel part of the group.

Strong warm arms wrap around me and a kiss is dropped on my hair, "Hey babe, having fun?" David's grin is massive.

"Yes dear, I am," I tell him, "And I can tell you are too," jokingly I say, "Though I'm worried all the kids will follow you home and we'll have irate parents hunting us down."

"No fear of that Kurt," Eric laughs and hugs Mel, "We'll give 'em away to a good home." All the parents laugh at that. "Seriously though it's nice to bring them somewhere they can have fun. Our last church frowned if they even sneezed at the wrong time, this place is much better even if it is harder."

"Harder?" I ask confused.

"Yeah, none of this turn up say stuff by rote and leave, Ben makes us think for ourselves, he wants us to question everything so we can understand it all better, it makes my head hurt," Eric mock complains.

"Anything truly worth while is hard," Ben says making us all jump, "And faith is no different, otherwise any idiot would be doing it. To walk the hard path means making the hard decisions and facing ourselves while we do it," he grimaces, "and we all have hard lessons to learn, which is why you ended up bailing me out of jail for hitting that cop."

My jaw drops, and Eric nudges me, "Yeah but he doesn't tell you he was trying to rescue me first and stop this massive brawl, which he did, then he lectured an entire bar full of bikers. This ass of a cop arrives and the up shot was the priest here was hauled off to jail to calm down," Eric laughs, "Ben impressed the guys so much they all put in a dollar to pay for damages and there hasn't been a fight there since. He's one cool dude, if a bit bad a giving sermons, best pastor I've ever had."

Turning red at the compliment Ben says, "I try, and I hope I never stop, if I do feel free to lecture me back." He then fist bumps the biker. "And David if you have a moment I'd like to borrow you so we can talk over church times and what you are looking to get out of this."

"Um sure," David says, he drops another kiss on my hair, "I'll be right back babe."

All the time they are off in the corner and talking I keep sneaking glances to make sure he is alright ready to rescue him if needed, but he and Ben laugh now and again so I relax and chat to so many people that when the meeting breaks up I'm shocked at the time.

"You've enjoyed it then Kurt?" Principle Figgins asks me.

"Yes sir," I tell him honestly, "I can't believe how nice this church is, and how welcome I feel here."

Figgins' daughter wraps an arm around me for a hug, "That's the point of these things, so that we non-Christians can come and enjoy ourselves too without getting embroiled in a religious war."

"Yeah, my Rabbi turns up sometimes he says its to further peace but my mom makes some of the most delicious pies," a guy I think is also called David says. "And I've seen Ben turn up at our Temple too, when my Rabbi sprained his ankle Ben helped out. The world could do with more Bens in it."

My David takes my hand and we walk out into the cold calling out goodbyes and I promise to come to the next family meeting and David promises to come to the next sermon.

Driving home David sings along to the radio looking like he's finally found some sort of peace, when I mention it he nods, "Yeah, that's what it feels like baby, I'm think I'm really gonna like it there Kurt."

With his hand resting on my leg I stare out of the window turning over an idea I'd not really thought about much, kids, which would mean David and I being fathers, it's a big scary responsible thing but at the same time those warm fuzzy feelings hit me again, maybe that is something we can be in the future, a future that seems a little brighter.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.

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