Chapter 30
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Summary: Will the proud music teacher eventually find love with the beautiful kindergarten teacher or will he forever come second to the football coach? Rated M.
A/N 1: After the wedding, plus a little bit of drama.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belongs to me except for any OCs found wandering. I own nothing save for this computer.
Nick Strando sat back as he chewed the last of his food, pleased with himself and his plan. He and Daria were dining out, as was their tradition – sans Mario – and the next day, Christmas, would see them joining his parents and the rest of the family for their usual noisy feast.
Right now, though, he stared around at the beautiful setting before his eyes rested on his wife. Daria was preening in what she thought was the attention of the other envious diners. Nick held back a snort at his wife's ego that allowed her to believe that she was always the most attractive woman in any room. He didn't deny she was a looker, but he knew people who weren't half as good-looking who were twice as interesting.
Daria took in the dresses of the other women in the fancy dining room and felt satisfied that none of them could match her for sheer sex appeal. Her black dress with its plunging neckline displayed her cleavage to her satisfaction, making the other women look flat-chested or flabby, depending on their size. Her jewelry flashed as she tossed her hair and she made certain to move in such a way that no one could avoid seeing the rings and bracelets that adorned her arms and fingers.
This place was really fabulous, she thought now, a perfect backdrop for her stunning appearance. She smirked as she thought of her friends whose husbands or boyfriends were not as rich as Nick and she felt mostly pleased with her life. Her eyes fell on her husband, the only person in the room who was apparently oblivious to her magnificence and she frowned, but only slightly. It wouldn't do to show too much displeasure because then the other people who were looking at her would know that all wasn't perfect in her life.
She couldn't help but wonder where the ever-sexy, hunky Noah Puckerman was at the moment, even though she'd heard the rumors that he was getting married to that little fag today. It didn't seem to occur to her that if Puck married the 'fag', it made him a 'fag', too. In her mind, Puck was just confused and only a real woman could straighten him out. Her tiny mind didn't even register the unintentional pun in that last thought, she just continued to rant in her mind while her face was set in a stiff, faintly self-satisfied smile.
"What's wrong, babe, didn't like the steak?" Nick's voice jolted her from her thoughts of Puck and she raised one well-shaped eyebrow at him before replying.
"The steak was perfect, Nick," her smile was forced but she didn't want him to continue talking. She wanted to get back to fantasizing about Puck and what she would do if she got him alone for even ten minutes. No one could resist her double-Ds, she knew that for a fact because, unbeknownst to Nick, she had cut quite a swathe through his so-called friends. They had been more than happy to praise the work of her favorite plastic surgeon who had provided her with her two favorite girls. They were proud and perky and sat beautifully high on her ribcage.
Nick couldn't help but smirk as he made his eyes take on a thoughtful, faraway look. "Hey, you know, I wonder how the Puckerman wedding went," and he repressed a chuckle at the affronted look in his wife's eyes. Then he waited for her to respond before he could drop the bombshell he'd been waiting to deliver the whole evening.
Daria's lashes fluttered as she struggled to appear indifferent to his comment. "Why would you be thinking of Puck at this moment, honey?"
Nick smiled, shark-like, as he moved in for the kill. He widened his eyes in faux confusion and then said: "Didn't you hear? He's getting married about now – right here in this hotel!"
Kurt laughed as the applause and cheers for Finn's speech swelled around him. He rested his hand on top of Noah's and turned to smile at him, the sound fading ever so slightly as his husband leaned over to drop a soft kiss on his lips.
Kurt hummed into the kiss and then pulled back slowly, his eyes shining as they stared into Noah's. For those few seconds, there was no one else in that ballroom but them – and then Finn, the Master of Ceremonies for the event, cleared his throat to continue speaking.
"So, you can imagine my surprise when Puck just blurted that he loved Kurt – and had been in love with him for years!"
There was more laughter and a couple of wolf-whistles – one that came definitely from Brittany – and Finn held up his hand for silence. He turned to look at his brother and his one-time best friend and smiled, his eyes soft.
"My wife, Rachel, who is looking beautiful as ever, helped me with this speech and she gave me this to say." Here Finn took out a piece of paper and read from it: "The ritual of marriage is not simply a social event; it is a crossing of threads in the fabric of fate. Many strands bring the couple and their families together and spin their lives into a fabric that is woven on their children."
He cleared his throat and continued. "My life, my wife's life, Burt, Kurt's and my mother's has been tied together over the years and I couldn't be any happier. Now, through Kurt, Puck – or Noah as I know he likes to be called now he's all grown up," and he waited for the laughter to die down: "Now, Kurt has woven Noah's, Judith's and Sarah's life into the fabric of our family. Today, I'm even happier…"
There were soft murmurs of approval and some sniffling but Finn waited for silence again before he smiled lovingly at Kurt and Noah. He lifted his wine glass, the bubbles in the champagne still evident despite the length of his speech and then continued: "So, please, everybody, raise your glasses with me as I toast my brother and his husband, wishing them a long, happy life together."
Everyone but the newlywed couple surged to their feet, holding their glasses aloft and when Finn declared, "To Kurt and Noah," the gathering responded in kind.
"To Kurt and Noah!"
There were the obligatory sips before people set their glasses down to applaud a blushing Finn who had been hugged and kissed by Kurt. Rachel looked as if she were falling in love all over again with her husband who looked so handsome and dignified in his tuxedo. She was so proud of him for writing that speech on his own, apart from that quotation she'd found for him. When he took his seat, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, staring at him so heatedly that he was left in no doubt of her intentions for him later that night.
The noise in the ballroom rose to a gentle roar as everyone started talking and the waiters hurried about their business, some serving and others pouring more wine. Kelly, beaming as if she were the mother of the grooms, looked around proudly. The aromatic food, the gorgeous décor – everything was just perfect, a beautiful setting for the handsome couple.
She was glad that the videographers were moving around discreetly, one focusing mainly on the head table and she knew Kurt and Noah would photograph beautifully. The hotel had lucked out with their arrangement and she was happy that their publicity budget wouldn't go over-limit this year. She was happy, too – and she suspected that Simon had specifically wanted it – that this, their first same-sex pairing for the brochure and wedding website would herald a more inclusive look to the hotel's future publicity campaign.
By the time she'd eaten and socialized with the guests, Kelly was happy to see everyone getting into the party mood. The Christmas lights added warmth and intimacy – almost as if the reception was taking place in a large home – and the guests were partaking of the wines quite freely. She hurried over to Kurt and Noah to let them know they'd better cut the wedding cake before people became too soused to enjoy it.
Kurt and Noah moved over to the special table upon which his creation had been placed and he smiled proudly. It had taken him a few days of fretting as he'd worked on the design but he was quite happy with how it had turned out.
Noah looked at the cake in slight awe; he'd glimpsed it earlier but had not had the chance to really look at it. Now he glanced from it to his husband's slightly flushed face and shook his head.
"Babe, you've got to do something about this crazy talent of yours!"
Carole, who had overheard the comment, called out: "Hear, hear!" and giggled when Kurt rolled his eyes at her.
Dr. Harris, his eyes gleaming a little too avidly for a man of the cloth, blessed the cake and Kelly handed Kurt an elaborate, crystal-handled cake knife, smiling encouragingly at the nervous groom.
"Come on, Kurt," she whispered with a little smirk. "You can do this – and we're all dying to taste it!"
A few people chuckled but everyone held their breath as Kurt slid the knife into the lowest – and largest – layer of his cake. His hand trembled once, slightly, and then he steadied, the tip of his tongue poking out slightly as he cut a fairly large slice. He slid it carefully onto the cut-crystal cake plate, laid the knife down and then took up the plate.
Noah smiled as Kurt turned to him, anticipating the burst of flavors from the cake onto his tongue. Kurt grinned as he saw the sparkle in Noah's eyes, cut a bit with the silver cake fork and lifted it to Noah's lips.
The whole assemblage seemed to hold their breath as the fork with its trembling bit of cake moved towards Noah and then the breath was released when the cake slid between Noah's lips. He closed his eyes as his lips closed around the fork, only opening them when Kurt slid the fork from his mouth.
"Mmmm, uhm, m'oh, yesh," Noah murmured, his voice husky as he stared into Kurt's wide eyes. He chewed and swallowed the cake and then reached for the plate. He licked his lips and then smiled sexily at Kurt: "My turn," he said, and cut a bit of the cake.
Once again the guests seemed to lean forward as Noah slid the cake between Kurt's pretty pink lips.
Kurt felt his cheeks heat at the way Noah was looking at him – especially in front of all their guests! – and he chewed quickly before swallowing in relief. God, this was nerve-wracking!
He let out a sigh but it was cut off as suddenly Noah's mouth was on his in a heated kiss that caused the guests to burst into laughter and applause. Kurt could feel his husband's hands gripping his waist and he slid a hand up onto Noah's chest, patting it slightly before pulling back to stare at him, wide-eyed.
Kurt knew his face was red as the poinsettias around the room but he couldn't help but smiling dreamily at Noah who was staring at him as if he would kiss him again. Kurt pressed the hand against his chest more firmly and whispered so only Noah could hear: "Please, sweetie, not in front of my dad!"
Noah threw back his head and laughed and guests watched as Kurt dropped his head against his husband's chest before moving away. Kelly then stepped up, still grinning, to take over the job of cutting the cake for the guests. She had seen the way Noah's eyes had been riveted to Kurt's lips when he'd taken the cake and had known what he was going to do. Her heart swelled to know that she was privy to the love that was so obvious between these two. She smiled happily as she cut slice after slice, moving from the largest layer up to the support that held the next one.
The servers ferried plates from the table to the guests and soon everyone was eating the truly delicious wedding cake – or maybe she should say cakes, because it was in two distinct flavors. She herself took a bit of both flavors and hummed in delight as she ate them at her table.
Soon, Kurt and Noah were moving among the guests, thanking them individually for coming to their wedding on such short notice. The music was soft in the background, the laughter and sounds of cutlery clinking against the cake plates adding another layer to the festive atmosphere.
Kurt found himself beside Marcy at one point and she rolled her eyes when Kurt asked her how she liked the wedding cake.
"Mmm, Kurt, oh my god, you are genius!" She grinned around a mouthful as Kurt laughed at her.
Kurt looked around and realized quite a number of people had plates with both cake flavors: the white cake with its lemon buttercream garnished with raspberries and the coconut cake with lime buttercream.
He smiled again at Marcy. "Thank you, sweetie. To be honest, I wasn't certain how the guests would like it but I definitely wanted to try it."
Marcy widened her eyes at him in disbelief. "Seriously, dude, I don't think you can make anything bad. This is fantastic." She eyed him silently for a second or two and then said, "Please, tell me you aren't going to let this talent go to waste."
Kurt looked at her seriously for a second and then grinned. "Goodness, you people can be annoying! Noah pretty much said the same thing to me earlier and Carole has been on my case. All I can say is – we'll see."
He hugged her and then moved on to the next guests, his heart bubbling with happiness, and he looked around the room for Noah. His handsome husband had discarded his jacket at some point and Kurt bit his lip, watching him charming the guests. He couldn't wait to get him alone later; they would be staying overnight in one of the VIP suites, courtesy of Congressman Wallister and his husband, Anton.
"This is my wedding present to you and your husband," the large man had said, his arm around his own husband.
Anton had chimed in, "We thought you'd like it; it's a beautiful hotel."
Kurt and Noah had thanked them, Kurt still reeling from the many little kindnesses shown to them, his face pink and his eyes shining.
Anton had leaned forward and lowered his voice a bit, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Just make the most of it, promise me – and the suite is sound-proofed."
Even Noah had reddened then but they had all shared a laugh before Kurt and Noah had to greet the other guests.
Now Kurt thought back to that earlier conversation and knew that, after that kiss at the cake table, he would be thankful for a sound-proofed room.
As he spoke with the next group of guests, he saw a small commotion at the doors to the ballroom and glanced over to see what was happening. He noticed Noah had already moved towards what were probably uninvited guests and Kurt turned back to what he'd been saying.
Suddenly Kurt could hear a strident voice that he recognized – unfortunately. He straightened up from the guests who had also turned to look toward the doors and excused himself.
Kurt joined Noah, Kelly and Simon just in time to see Nick Strando grab hold of his wife's elbow. Daria's face was flushed nearly purple and her eyes bulged unattractively as she stared from Noah and Kurt and around the room.
Nick frowned as Daria wrenched her arm away and he took a step toward her, just in case she tried anything stupid. Daria, however, was intent on saying her piece and now she glared at Noah and then Kurt before addressing Noah.
"You know this is a joke, Puck, you know it! What can this_ this, ugh!" She waved an indignant hand in Kurt's direction before continuing, her words almost slurring. "This faggot will never be able to satisfy you… you know it and I know it!"
At the sound of the F-word several people gasped and it was then that Daria noticed she'd drawn a small crowd of disgusted-looking guests. There were also other patrons of the hotel who had come to a stop behind her when they realized they were getting a free show.
Simon stepped forward, trying to look professional but it was clear he was furious. He smiled tightly as he glanced at Nick Strando pointedly as if to say 'get this woman out of here!' but his tone was even when he spoke.
"You need to leave right now, please." He narrowed his eyes at Daria who threw him a glance and then dismissed him as she drew breath to launch into another tirade. Just then, Burt, Congressman Wallister and Finn joined them. Simon stepped forward in such a way that Daria and Nick had to step back, effectively moving them from the doorway and back into the hallway.
Congressman Wallister, a hard gleam in his eyes because he had heard what Daria had said, spoke now. "What is going on here? Is this woman drunk?"
Simon's lips tightened as his eyes swept over the people rubbernecking behind the woman and the man who was apparently with her. "I don't know who these people are, congressman. They are about to leave, anyway."
Nick Strando flushed as he stared at the man addressed as congressman. Then his eyes swept over the group that was ranged behind Hummel and Puckerman and he swallowed, ashamed.
He cleared his throat and spoke to Noah. "Look, Puckerman, I'm sorry about all this. Daria just had too much to drink…"
"I did not! You," and she turned and jabbed a pointed finger into Nick's chest. "You took me here, knowing that this farce of a wedding was going to be held here. You did it deliberately!"
Kurt winced as he saw the fury brewing in Nick Strando's dark eyes and he moved closer to Noah who slipped a strong arm about his waist. Nick's eyes dropped to Noah's hand resting on Kurt's hip and he smirked before turning to his wife.
His voice was loud and nasty as he glared at her. "Yes, I did it deliberately! You were making a fool of yourself – and me – chasing after a man who is clearly never going to be interested in you!"
Daria swung her hand to smack her husband's face but he grabbed her wrist before the blow could land. He squeezed it mercilessly, watching her wince before continuing, "Puckerman is in love with his husband, you stupid bitch. Husband! What does that say to you? Huh?"
Congressman Wallister stepped forward, his eyes going to the grip Nick had on Daria's wrist. Nick loosened the grip but didn't let her go. Wallister eyed the two before him with distaste and addressed Daria now.
"I'm Congressman Wallister and my husband and I would appreciate it if you would leave."
Nick's eyes widened as he looked at the tall, strapping man before him; he should have realized that a same-sex wedding would have guests who were gay… but a congressman? He gulped as Wallister continued.
"Congressman Hummel was kind enough to invite us to his son's wedding," and he nodded his head at Burt who was still glaring at Daria and Nick. "You can understand that we're not happy at all with this… interruption."
Wallister had one of those deep, almost gravelly voices that made people respond almost automatically and Nick was one of them. With a quickly murmured but general apology, he tightened his grip on Daria's arm and dragged her away, oblivious to the fact that she was stumbling after him in her usual too-high heels.
The rubbernecking hotel patrons dispersed quickly under the glare of Simon's, Kelly's and the congressmen's eyes. Kurt had turned so that his head was resting on Noah's shoulder and he sighed as Noah's hand stroked up his back comfortingly.
Burt's lips tightened as he looked from his son to Noah, noting the sad little pull to Noah's lips. Burt cleared his throat and said bracingly, "Well, what are you kids waiting on? We have a party going on inside!" and he shooed Kurt and Noah back into the room.
Congressman Wallister, Anton, Finn, Kelly and Simon followed the trio and they all headed back to their tables.
Kelly felt as if she could cheerfully murder those two no-class fools who had attempted to spoil her beautiful wedding. However, she headed over to the band, spoke quietly with its leader and then headed towards the dessert bar.
With a quick word to the maître d', she invited the guests to indulge in the amazing dessert bar that had been set up. As they milled around and sampled the wide variety of treats, she waited until most people were stuffing themselves happily before nodding to the band leader.
As Kurt and Noah had been coached beforehand, Noah got up, held his hand out to Kurt with a smile and invited him to dance. The first dance between the newlyweds was the most special one and all the guests turned with smiling faces to watch the two men move into each other's arms.
The voice of the band's leader came smoothly over the microphone as he introduced the song. "This is a favorite of our newlyweds… and the words say exactly what they feel." The music started up and some of the women guests sighed audibly.
I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong I will be faithful
'cause I'm counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning, yeah
[chorus:]
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
And when the stars are shining
brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the
pleasure and the certainty
That we're surrounded by the
comfort and protection of
The highest powers
In lonely hours
The tears devour you
[chorus]
Oh can you see it, baby?
You don't have to close your eyes
'Cause it's standing right before you
All that you need will surely come
I'll be your dream I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
[chorus]
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to live like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me…
As the singer crooned to the end of the song, Kurt smiled up at Noah, seeing no one but his handsome husband as the music flowed over and around them. The singer was pretty good and he imbued the words with just the right amount of feeling.
Noah returned Kurt's glowing smile and upped the ante by kissing his beautiful husband's curved lips. He couldn't get enough of Kurt's mouth and he barely restrained himself from delving inside the warm, sweet space. He nibbled Kurt's bottom lip, watched the color surge again in Kurt's cheeks and straightened up, though he pulled Kurt closer. He dropped his lips to Kurt's ear and murmured, "I can't wait to get you alone…"
Kurt shuddered and his eyes closed at Noah's words but he pulled himself together enough to reply, "I can't wait either."
Noah eased away slightly, knowing that it wouldn't do to spring a boner at his wedding; it would no doubt embarrass Kurt and he didn't want to ever do that. They danced slowly and then noticed that most of the other guests were joining them on the floor.
Kurt noticed that the singer had segued into Spandau Ballet's 'True', one of the most romantic songs from the '80s and he smiled dreamily up at Noah, sure that this was a taste of heaven.
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The night wound down slowly and when the clock ticked close to midnight and Christmas Day, Finn took the microphone again.
"It is my pleasure to thank all of you, on behalf of the newlyweds, for coming this evening."
There was hearty applause and cheers, causing Kurt to burst into champagne-aided giggles and then Finn continued.
"There is one last thing to do before we wrap this up though, folks." He turned to look at Simon Burkowsky who moved rapidly through the throng to join Finn at the podium.
Simon smiled hugely as he looked around at the gathering and then he smiled over at Noah and Kurt who were staring at him curiously. Burt, Carole, Finn, Rachel and Sarah all had varying degrees of the same knowing looks on their faces and Kurt nudged Noah to look at them.
"Ladies and gentleman, I am Simon Burkowsky, manager of this beautiful hotel. When Burt Hummel, an old school friend of mine called to say his son was getting married and wanted it to be on Christmas Eve, I knew we could rise to the challenge. Did I mention that this was just three weeks ago?"
There was laughter from the guests and Kurt dropped his pink face into his hands before looking back up at Simon. Simon smiled back and continued.
"I had the perfect person to handle the logistics of a last-minute wedding; everyone, give a hand to Kelly, please!"
There was thunderous applause as Kelly rose briefly from her seat and bowed in acknowledgement, her face flushed and shining.
Simon went on. "This place couldn't have been more beautiful if she tried. Now, on behalf of the hotel's senior management, I want to extend to Kurt and Noah a special gift."
Everyone was silent as they waited for Simon to continue speaking. "Kurt and Noah, I've only known you for the briefest of time but two more deserving young men I've never met. We want you to spend your honeymoon at our hotel…" he paused mischievously as everyone seemed to hold their breath, "in Miami, Florida!"
There was a heartbeat of silence and then noise exploded as everyone burst into applause. Kurt's eyes and mouth were round and even Noah looked stunned. Kurt looked to his family to see them smiling, Carole and Rachel with tears in their eyes and Kurt mouthed 'how?' at them.
Congressman Wallister came up to join Simon at the podium and held up his hand for silence. He smiled over at Burt and then turned to look at a flushed Kurt and grinning Noah.
"When Burt told me what Simon was going to do, I couldn't let myself be one-upped so, on behalf of Anton and myself, Kurt, Noah, you will be flown there in my own jet. It's not Air Force One but it will get you there in style!"
He stepped down to applause and laughter and finally, Noah got up to take the mic from Finn. Finn clapped him on the shoulder good-naturedly and Noah turned to the gathering.
"On behalf of Kurt and myself, I want to thank all of you for your time and generosity. We literally could not have done all of this without your help and support." He held out his hand to Kurt who moved to his side quickly. He looked at Kurt, silently asking if he wanted to say anything and then handed over the mic to his husband.
Kurt cleared his throat, looked out at the gathering of family, friends and well-wishers and smiled brilliantly. His eyes could not have looked bluer and Noah thought he was absolutely beautiful. Kurt squeezed Noah's hand gently and then took a deep breath.
Carole, Rachel, Marcy and Sarah grew teary-eyed as they watched him, no doubt along with several others in the room.
"Thank you. Thank you, Mom and Dad, Congressman Wallister and Anton, thank you. Thank you, Simon and Kelly. Thank you to our families, to our friends, to everyone who made this day the most wonderful day in my life." His eyes sparkled with unshed tears but Kurt didn't care. The love he felt in this room deserved a few tears, he thought. He turned to look at Noah and lifted his hand so everyone could see they were joined.
"Most of all I want to thank you, Noah, for loving me… even when I didn't know." He grinned at the little ripple of laughter from a few of the guests. "There is something I'd like to sing for my husband," and he laughed as some of the younger guests whooped. He leaned over to kiss Noah swiftly and then moved to where the band was waiting for him. When they started the intro to the song, he turned to look at Noah, his heart in his eyes… and he started to sing.
Our love has changed
It's not the same
And the only way to say it
Is say it, it's better
I can't conceal
This way I feel
For all the times we spend together
Forever just gets better
Seems what I'm trying to say is
You make things better
And no matter what the day is
With you here it's better
I stand by you
If you stand by me
I think it's time that I reveal it
Cause I believe it
It's better
Seems what I'm trying to say is
You make things better
And no matter what the day is
If you're here it's better
Ooh the more I write songs to you
I fall in love with everything you do
Oh
Seems what I'm trying to say is
You make things better
And no matter what the day is
With you here it's better
Our love has changed
It's not the same
And the only way to say it
Is say it, it's better…
The noise escalated suddenly as the room erupted into applause and Kurt grinned as he watched Noah stride over to him. He gasped however when his husband pulled him into a deep, claiming kiss and Kurt's hands flew up to rest on his chest and then they slid up to his shoulders to hold on. It was a good thing he did because Noah, without even a pause, suddenly dipped him and Kurt was sure he squeaked into the kiss.
There was laughter, foot-stomping and applause, even the hotel staff getting into it as Noah kissed Kurt into a daze. When he finally let him upright, Kurt's perfectly coiffed hair was in disarray and his lips were red from the force of the kiss. Noah leaned in and whispered smugly, "Thank you, babe!"
Kurt's jaw dropped as he watched his husband swagger away to grab a glass of champagne. Finally, Kurt straightened his jacket, smoothed a hand over his hair and turned back to their laughing guests.
"Thank you again, everyone… and on that note I'll say – the bar is open!"
A cheer went up and Kurt handed the mic over to the band leader, thanking him for their accompaniment and he went back to his husband's side and the guests awaiting him.
In another hour he and Noah would be upstairs in one of the penthouse suites and if he were being completely honest, he would have wished they were there already, especially after that scorcher of a kiss.
Carole and Rachel swarmed him and hugged him when he stood with Noah who had bent to kiss a sleeping Judith. Carole swatted Kurt's arm and winked saucily at which Kurt blushed. Rachel however was more forthright.
"You have no idea how hot that kiss looked, Kurt! Oh goodness," she grinned as she mock fanned herself before saying, "You are one lucky man!"
Kurt grinned at them, his lashes lowering shyly but he flicked a quick glance over at Noah who was now talking to Sarah. He looked away quickly when Noah looked back at him with a little grin.
Carole sobered slightly to whisper to Kurt, "By the way, everything you need is already in your suite upstairs." When Kurt looked at her with wide eyes she smirked. "Burt told me what the congressman had in mind so Sarah and I sorted out some things for you both. As to your honeymoon, you boys will have to do your own packing for that."
Kurt nodded dazedly. The outpouring of kindness was almost overwhelming for being so spontaneous. He hugged Carole and then Rachel, murmuring his thanks before moving over to Sarah who had the slumbering Judith comfortably ensconced in her lap. He, too, leaned down and kissed the little girl's hair – his stepdaughter's hair.
Kurt smiled at Sarah and kissed her cheek, too. "Thank you for everything, Sarah; we'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
Noah slid his arm around Kurt's waist, an action that was rapidly becoming familiar to Kurt and he smiled at Sarah. "Yeah, we have to let Judith know we'll be away for a little bit."
Sarah nodded as she looked up at them, the smile deep in her lovely eyes that were so like Noah's. "I think between Marcy and me we can keep little Miss Judith occupied. She won't even miss you guys."
They laughed and then the men moved off so Kurt could thank Congressman Wallister and Anton personally. They chatted for a bit until Burt came over, clapping Carl Wallister on his shoulder and grinning widely.
"Not Air Force One, eh? A Gulfstream is nothing to sneeze at, I hear," Burt laughed with Carl and Anton and then turned to the youngsters. "So, you kids are heading off now?" At Kurt's nod, Burt continued, looking at the other congressman and his partner. "Are you folks gonna stay and help with the drinks?"
Congressman threw back his head and laughed. "Yes, Burt, we'll 'help' with the drinks." He grinned at Noah and Kurt, offering them his hand. "Congratulations again, kids, it was a pleasure to be here."
Anton smiled and shook their hands also, giving Kurt a little wink. "You have a beautiful voice, I envy you." When Kurt blushed he tilted his head and looked at him before turning to Noah. "You have a beautiful husband, Noah; be good to him."
Burt and Carl Wallister rolled their eyes simultaneously and at Noah's curious look Carl explained, "Anton is something of an artist and he can't help looking at everyone with an artist's eye."
Anton nodded, his eyes roving over Kurt's face avidly. "True, and Kurt here has the most unusual eyes. Everything he feels is mirrored in them."
Everyone laughed when Kurt groaned quietly and ducked his head but Anton hurried to set him at ease.
"No, no, that's a good thing. Too many people these days hide behind a multitude of masks. Your beauty is in your expressiveness. You sing, you made that sinfully delicious wedding cake; I suspect you have a creative soul and that is hard to hide."
Noah nodded, looking down at Kurt's bent head proudly. "Truer words have never been spoken. We're trying to get him to do something about his creativity but he's a bit hesitant."
Kurt raised his head swiftly to narrow his eyes at his husband. "Please stop talking as if I'm not right here!"
Everyone laughed and then Carl Wallister quipped to Noah, "Uh-oh, you don't want a pouting husband on your wedding night!"
The ensuing laughter made Kurt color again but he laughed with them this time. Finally it was time for the newlyweds to take their leave. Just as Noah and Kurt turned to Burt, Kurt moving forward to hug his dad, they heard a voice calling to them from across the room. They turned to see a couple moving towards them quickly, threading their way among the wedding guests.
Kurt gasped and then smiled widely. "David, Stephen, I thought you'd changed your minds!"
Dave Karofsky and his fiancé came hurrying up, stopping beside Kurt and Noah. Dave nodded at Burt who nodded back. Noah looked on, just as curious as to their late arrival. Dave's face was flushed from the cold and probably embarrassment, Noah thought.
"I'm so sorry, but we got stuck in traffic. It's coming down out there and there was a fender bender on the highway just off the exit."
Everybody murmured in concern and Dave continued. "I'm so glad we were able to make it before you left."
Kurt smiled and moved into his arms to hug him tightly. He had never been in love with David but he was still fond of him; Stephen would just have to understand that. He stepped back and then introduced them to his other guests.
"Dad, you remember David Karofsky, of course?" At Burt's nod and murmur of greeting, Kurt moved on. "Congressman Wallister, Anton, this is David, an old friend and his fiancé Stephen."
There were handshakes all around and then Kurt looked imploringly at David. "Even though we're leaving, I hope you'll stay for a bit?" He waited until David nodded and then smiled happily. "Some of the folks are McKinley High alumni so you shouldn't feel out of place."
Dave nodded and then smiled at Stephen who had remained silent. David had told him that Kurt's dad was a congressman but he was a little taken aback to meet another Washington 'mover and shaker' as well. He smiled slightly as he looked at Kurt who was so obviously in love with his husband, he wondered what he had been worried about.
It was time now to take their leave and Kelly came over to them, smiling softly as she murmured in Kurt's ear. Kurt turned to everyone, slid his hand into Noah's and entwined their fingers. The color in his cheeks was a little deeper and he looked shyly from his father to the others standing there.
"Well, I'm being told Noah and I have outstayed our welcome at our own wedding," and he smiled as everyone laughed. He gave his dad a one-armed hug and then stepped back, pulling Noah with him. "Thank you so much for everything and I hope to see everyone at brunch tomorrow?"
There was a general noise of assent and then they turned away, following Kelly as she led them towards a bank of large and elegant elevators. Kurt threw one last glance over his shoulder and saw his dad watching them go with a soft smile on his face.
Kurt turned back around, looking ahead as he stepped into the elevator. He looked up in surprise when all Kelly did was press the top button and then step back. She smiled at them, waved and watched as the doors closed on them.
Noah hardly waited for the doors to close before he was on Kurt, his hands sliding around him to cup his ass through the well-fitted tuxedo pants. Kurt gasped and that was when Noah slid his tongue inside, humming softly as Kurt's taste swept over him.
Kurt grasped the back of Noah's neck to pull him closer, their bodies pressed tightly together and it was only when the soft 'ping' alerted them to their arrival that they pulled apart. Kurt breathed hard, the blue of his eyes darkened with passion and desire for his sexy husband.
Noah tugged on Kurt's hips, making sure he felt the hard press of his cock and then he nibbled on Kurt's swollen bottom lip. The elevator made that pinging sound again and finally Noah moved away. Without taking his eyes from Kurt's, he stepped into the suite, pulling Kurt after him.
They could have been in a shack or a room in Versailles, Kurt didn't care at this moment. Right now, he had never wanted this man more and as they stepped into the room, their bodies moved together again as if magnetized. Lips, tongues and breath touched, tangled and mingled and they moaned as the heat within rose inexorably. Fingers fumbled with buttons, zippers and sundry closures and they managed to remove at least a few items before their hands closed about each other's straining, heated flesh.
The sounds were soft, breathy yet bordering on animalistic with barely recognizable syllables escaping clinging lips.
"Yes, god, yes, Noah!"
"Kurt, oh baby, mine… mine!"
Finally.
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TBC
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A/N 2: I've taken the liberty of including two of my all-time favorite songs in this chapter, 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' by Savage Garden and Boyzone's famous 'Better'.
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