Chapter 33
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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.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belongs to me except for any OCs found wandering. I own nothing save for this computer.
They slept in on New Year's Day after some serious loving, Noah swallowing Kurt's cries hungrily as his husband came apart in his arms.
Noah knew he would never get enough of how Kurt simply surrendered everything to him. He would never have imagined how responsive Kurt could be, back in the day when they were teenagers and Kurt always walked around with his pointy nose stuck in the air.
After the New Year's Eve party had ended in the wee hours of the morning, they had come back to their suite, falling on each other as if they'd just met and wouldn't again. Kurt had almost ripped Noah out of his clothes, laughing tipsily at Noah's wide eyes and flushed face.
Since getting together, they'd had sex in all kinds of moods but this was the first time they'd been buzzed and it was a different feeling altogether. Noah was certain he would find finger-size bruises on his ass in the morning; Kurt had gripped him so tightly as they had fucked almost like animals.
Now it was after 10 in the morning and Noah let himself back into the suite, having decided earlier that he would go and work out on the machines in the hotel's state-of-the-art gym before having brunch with his husband.
"Hey, sleepyhead, rise and_" he broke off because Kurt was not in the huge bed, ensconced in the rumpled bedding where he had left him. Noah heard a muffled sound from the balcony and grinned as he turned towards the French doors.
He stepped out into the brilliant sunshine of a Miami morning in January and stared.
Kurt was stretched out on one of the lounge chairs, completely naked, his creamy skin gleaming in the sunlight. His muscles flowed beneath skin stretched over broad shoulders, nipping in at an enviably small waist and then stretching over his really awesome ass. Noah's eyes snagged on the point where Kurt's butt and thighs met and he breathed deeply as his eyes continued down long, muscular legs, finally pausing at the smooth soles. Then the journey was made in reverse.
After standing, riveted for a few seconds, Noah stirred, looked up and around; even though he knew intellectually that no one could see them out here, he still was not used to sunbathing in the nude.
A predatory grin stretched across his face as he moved quietly towards his husband, his hands twitching as if they couldn't wait to map every inch of Kurt's beautiful body. Noah didn't blame them and he gave into the urge as soon as he dropped down to his knees beside Kurt.
Kurt, who was lying on his stomach, his face resting on his crossed arms, turned his head to squint up at Noah, a soft smile stretching his plump lips. Frankly, he'd thought he'd have been in the shower by the time Noah returned from his run but this was good, too. He grinned at the lust in his husband's eyes and twitched his butt mischievously.
"See something you like, sweetie?" His voice was husky, probably from all the alcohol and the screaming he'd done earlier. Noah felt his cock slowly begin to harden and he nodded.
"Mmmm, yeah, but babe, how did you get sunscreen on your back?" He lifted a hand and settled it onto Kurt's sun-warmed rump. He resisted the urge to run his fingers down the enticing crack as he waited for Kurt's reply.
"I didn't use any; I figured it was so early, the sun couldn't do much damage," Kurt shifted slightly so as to push his butt up into Noah's palm.
Noah frowned at his husband, gave the cheek beneath his hand a sharp slap and, ignoring Kurt's indignant little squeak, got up to go back inside their suite. "Kurt, you can't take chances like that, okay?!"
Kurt lifted his upper body and yelled after him, "It's not a big deal, Noah, come on!" He laid his head back down and muttered to himself, which is how Noah found him when he returned with a bottle of sunscreen.
Noah dropped back down beside his smart-alecky husband and flipped the cap, squeezing some of the cool, creamy liquid into his large palm. Setting the bottle down, he rubbed his hands together to warm the sunscreen and then put his hands onto Kurt's back.
"Babe, I love your skin," he murmured but paused as Kurt muttered something that sounded like 'worrywart!' and then continued, "I'd hate for you to get sunburned on our last full day here."
Kurt turned his head back towards Noah, an apologetic gleam now in his bright eyes. "I know, sweetie; sorry for being a brat." Then he grinned unabashedly at Noah. "Maybe I should have asked the busboy who came to check what we wanted for brunch…"
His laughter bounced around the balcony as Noah administered another, softer slap to his rump and Kurt laid his head back down onto his arms. "Just kidding! There was no busboy!"
Noah almost growled as he waited for Kurt to subside. "No one but me will be seeing you like this, okay?" His hand continued their job and when he reached the juncture of Kurt's butt and thighs, he paused.
Suddenly he jumped up, pulled off his tank top and shorts, and climbed over Kurt, grinning as he felt him jerk beneath him. Grabbing the sunscreen bottle, Noah squirted more into his palms and then smoothed them down Kurt's beautiful back to the lush backside. Really, it was a spectacular ass and he loved when Kurt wore clothes that showed it off.
Noah inched backward down the lounge chair so that he could work down the muscular thighs and then took a second to tickle the back of Kurt's knees.
"Whoa!" Noah almost found himself dislodged from his perch as Kurt squealed loudly and then began to giggle. Still, Noah had something else in mind besides torturing his naughty husband so he re-settled himself and finished the job, sliding his hands softly but firmly down Kurt's calves to his feet.
Finally finished with the backside, he tapped Kurt on the hip to get him to flip over. He stood, still straddling the chaise and grinned as he watched Kurt shuffle over for him.
Kurt looked up into Noah's eyes and smiled softly. "Hi."
Noah couldn't resist. He settled himself securely over Kurt and leaned down, taking his mouth in a kiss that started out relatively chaste but rapidly escalated. He felt one of Kurt's long, smooth legs come up over his hip and he groaned into the succulent mouth. Pulling back reluctantly, he slid a hand to the leg and patted it for Kurt to lay it back down on the chaise.
Noah gazed down at his flushed husband, murmuring, "You would tempt a saint, y'know that?" He smirked as he picked up the sunscreen bottle. "Fortunately, I'm not one – and I plan on proving that over and over!"
Their laughter mingled and floated above the balcony as Noah set to the task of protecting his husband's fair skin from the intense sunlight around them. They teased and tantalized each other, knowing what it was doing to them and finally, when Noah couldn't take it anymore, the bottle went flying and he lowered himself fully onto Kurt.
"Ooomph, baby, I'm getting squished here," Kurt complained teasingly, squirming wickedly beneath his husband's weight.
Noah smirked down at him and then captured his lips, plunging his tongue between them when Kurt gasped softly.
They kissed and caressed each other in the late morning sunlight, their breath speeding up until Noah pulled back to stare into Kurt's darkened eyes.
Seeing the familiar look in his husband's eyes, Kurt's lashes dropped and he bit his plump bottom lip before looking back up at Noah.
Noah suppressed a groan; Kurt didn't know what that look did to his already invested libido – or maybe he did, come to think of it. He grinned down at the flushed face and then reached for the discarded sunscreen bottle.
Kurt widened his eyes as he watched Noah pour some of the white, sweet-smelling liquid onto three of the fingers on his right hand. His breath caught but he nodded quickly, relaxing and widening his legs so as to give Noah better access to his body.
Noah, for once totally oblivious to the fact that they were stark naked outside on a balcony, set to the task of prepping his husband's beautiful body. He bit his lip almost painfully as Kurt's hot channel closed welcomingly around his fingers. He probably didn't need three of them because Kurt was still a little loose from their earlier activity, but he never wanted to risk hurting him.
Finally, Noah sat back on his heels and slicked up his straining cock, the touch almost enough to undo him because he was so turned on by prepping Kurt.
Kurt watched him, his breath shortening and then he put his hands beneath his knees and lifted his legs up and back, exposing his pucker for Noah.
Noah groaned, gripping his cock at the base so as not to come prematurely and threw a narrow-eyed look at his smirking husband. Shaking his head and fighting a grin, he positioned himself at the puffy, pink entrance gleaming in the sunlight – and then slid home in one long, forceful glide.
"Ugh, god, yes!"
Kurt's soft cry whispered against Noah's ear as he brought their bodies in tight together. He paused to give Kurt a few seconds to adjust to his girth and then he pulled out. Staring deeply into the azure eyes beneath his, Noah slid back in a little more roughly this time, forcing a pleased grunt from his husband.
Noah set up a steady pace, punctuated every now and then with a roll of his hips and luxuriated in the sound and feel of his delicious husband.
Kurt gripped Noah's shoulders and hung on as he sped up the pace of their fucking, his back sliding moistly against the water-proof fabric of the chaise longue. He closed his eyes against the bright Florida sunshine, throwing his head back and panting out his love and lust for the gorgeous man working his body.
Noah knew it wouldn't last long because he'd been hard the moment his cream-slicked hands had slid up Kurt's back. Still, he tried to prolong it but, alas, when he felt the almost vicious tightening of Kurt's body around his cock, he knew the end was nigh.
Raising up on one hand, Noah reached down to grip Kurt's straining, leaking cock with a tight fist, stripping the cock rapidly as it slid through his hand. He exulted as Kurt cried out, lifting his hips one moment to thrust into Noah's fist, then next sinking back down around the cock slamming into his ass.
"Oh, god, Noah, Noah…" and then, as his cream erupted over Noah's hand, "No-ahhhh!"
Noah pumped the spasming cock and sank in one last time; with a burning low in his back, he felt his own cock swell and let loose in his husband's wildly clenching body.
"Kurt, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
They clung to each other, their bodies a mess of spunk and sweat and sunscreen but neither of them cared. Noah collapsed onto Kurt, panting like a racehorse and Kurt's legs clung to him and slid along his before they flopped, useless onto the large chaise.
Making love in the open in the hot Miami sunshine was something they would both remember for a long time. The sea breeze wafted over them as they caught their breath, smiling at each other and whispering passionate endearments that no longer made them squirm with mild embarrassment.
They knew they'd have to move soon before they stuck together, the heat and breeze drying their bodies off rapidly but, for a moment, they simply basked in the pleasure of each other's body. As they rested there, wrapped up in their own world of two, a strange sound started to impinge on their consciousness.
Looking up and over his shoulder, Noah gaped and then flung his body forward to shield Kurt's.
Kurt, finally registering what the sound was, threw his head back and laughed before lifting a pale hand and waving cheekily. The pilot of the tiny helicopter that had been passing by their hotel waved back and Kurt laughed again, nuzzling his nose against his cringing husband's shoulder.
God, it was good to be here, he thought, still chuckling as Noah muttered curses into the side of his neck. Miami was the best.
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Kurt was in a whirlwind of last-minute gift-buying and Noah grinned as he strolled along more leisurely behind his distracted husband. He smirked as Kurt turned to him in front of a boutique and pointed, asking, "Don't you think this would be great for Sarah?"
Noah sauntered up to him, tilted his head to the side and looked up at the dress in the window. It was a deep, rich cobalt blue in a sexy halter design but what caught his eye was the pattern along the hem. It was typically tropical in style but the colours were unusual. Instead of the usual fuchsias and deep yellows, the foliage was all in neon greens and shades of blue. It gave the dress a slightly more formal look than one would expect. He nodded at Kurt in approval.
"Yeah, I think Sarah would love that. I don't think anyone else in Lima would have something like this." He laughed as Kurt made a little high-pitched sound and watched as his husband clapped his hand. Noah was nearly jerked off his feet as Kurt grabbed his arm and yanked him toward the door of the boutique.
"Okay, come, we're getting it!"
Noah rolled his eyes but followed along obediently, not really minding but having to put up at least a token resistance. Kurt was so happy and bouncy and bubbly, Noah felt as if he alone were responsible for Kurt's happiness. This honeymoon had gone beyond either of their dreams and, although he was looking forward to seeing family and friends again, he knew he would miss their dream vacation.
Inside, Kurt had corralled the poor sales clerk and was babbling away, pointing at various other things in the store. Apparently, the clothes in the boutique were designed by the owner's daughters and everything was one-of-a-kind. Now Noah could hear Kurt gushing and he sidled up behind him to listen.
"Oh, that means that when the girls are famous, I can say I've bought their designs!"
Kurt and the sales clerk shared a laugh at that although the girl nodded. "True, true, you never can tell; they might be discovered by some big design house, right?"
They laughed and moved off, the girl showing Kurt other items she thought he'd like. When Kurt let out a soft, "Awww!", Noah came up to see what had caught his attention.
There, on a mannequin of a little girl, was the cutest little sarong-style dress, ever. Kurt was already running his hand down the unbelievably soft, brightly-patterned cotton as he smiled softly.
Noah simply nodded when Kurt looked up at him and then watched as he told the girl to add the dress to his purchases. She nodded, grinning widely and moved off to get another of the same dress to pack for him.
Kurt slid his arm around Noah's waist and rested his head on the broad chest. "Y'know, I'm really enjoying this trip – but I'm ready to leave…"
Noah tightened his arms around Kurt, nuzzled his nose into the thick, soft hair and agreed. "I was thinking that same thing just a while ago."
In tandem they turned to the sales clerk who was at the cash register by the front door. Kurt glanced around the store, wondering if there was anything else he could pick up and then his eyes fell on a straw hat.
He pulled away from Noah, laughing. "Hey, look at this; this would be great for dad!"
The straw hat was obviously designed for fishing enthusiasts as it had several exotic-looking lures fastened into the colourful band. Noah could really see Burt swapping his trucker caps for this hat because the man was also a fishing enthusiast. The straw was beautiful, too, a pale, creamy color and you could just imagine the owner of such a hat sitting on a big boat, watching his line bob in the azure waters of Florida's coast.
Kurt had his purchases wrapped up and paid for by the time Noah finished looking around the store, his mind half there and half in Lima. He missed his Judith and wondered if she missed them, too. Yeah, he knew she missed them; his daughter was very obvious in her love for both him and Kurt. Now that Kurt had acknowledged that he, too, was ready to head back home, it was as if he couldn't wait to get going.
They thanked the girl again and waved as they headed off, hand-in-hand down the broad, busy avenue and Kurt noticed the little restaurant they'd eaten in on their first day in Miami. He glanced up at Noah, his eyes gleaming and when Noah grinned and nodded, they set off at a run, reaching the door of the restaurant and laughing at each other.
Breathless, they entered Mi Hija and looked around for their favourite waiter. Spying Ramon just coming from the kitchen, they waved and he, grinning hugely, waved them in. They side-stepped the maître d' and headed to the empty table that Ramon had pointed to and slid into the chairs, sweaty and hungry and ready for anything he wanted to give them.
"Hey, patróns, que tal? You guys need something seriously tall and cool, yeah?" Ramon grinned at their red faces and shook his head. "Relax; I'll set you up while you cool down." He dashed off and Kurt and Noah looked at each other before bursting out laughing.
Kurt fanned himself as he looked around, noting that the early afternoon crowd had dissipated somewhat. Only a few couples and one large family were there, luxuriating in the cool gloom and savouring the last of their meals.
When Ramon came back with their tall, cool, fruity drinks, he announced that chef had just got in a beautiful catch. Once again, Noah and Kurt deferred to his judgement, telling him anything he gave them they would love. This was apparently the best thing to say because Ramon's smile fair lit of the dining room.
He hurried away, coming back briefly to leave a large bowl of fried green plantain wedges for them to nibble on and then dashed away again. How he could move so fast in the oppressive heat was beyond the guys' understanding. They sipped and nibbled and chatted while they waited on their late lunch, happy just to be together and savouring their last day in Miami.
Kurt stared at Noah over the lip of his tall yet curvy glass and smiled with his eyes. Noah stared at his husband, caught again by the fact that he was actually here, on a honeymoon, with Kurt Hummel. For the briefest second it felt as if his reality shifted and then, in the next second, he was okay again, smiling back at his husband.
He reached his hand forward and lifted Kurt's, rubbing the back of Kurt's cool hand against his cheek as Kurt stared at him, wide-eyed. Noah shook his head at Kurt's inquiring look, saying, "I just can't get over how lucky I am, you know?"
Kurt bit his lip and then smiled, a shy gleam in his eyes as he looked over at his gorgeous, sexy husband staring back at him with such love.
"Sometimes I can't believe it, too. I know that there are going to be times and people that will make things difficult but I… don't care. Nothing is going to take away this feeling, sweetie, nothing."
They chatted softly for a while until Ramon returned with another waiter in tow, both laden down with platters. Kurt and Noah exclaimed but Ramon assured them that they would love everything; they just simply needed to try a little of everything. Kurt's laughter was bright in the room as he shook his head, marveling at the array of seafood dishes before them.
Ramon told them as they tucked in that this was his wedding present to them; he thought they were great together and he wished them all the happiness in the world. Kurt, of course, teared up slightly but he grinned when the others just laughed at him. You never knew when you'd encounter people who made you realize the world wasn't all bad.
Five hours later, Kurt and Noah were sitting down to dinner in a secluded spot in one of the hotel's elegant, award-winning dining rooms. They were determined to enjoy their last night in Miami and after dinner, planned on dancing the night away. They had already done most of their packing, which wasn't much and in the morning they would be whisked away to the smaller, corporate airport where they would board the senator's private jet.
They talked about all the things they'd seen and done in Miami but most of all, they just drank in the ambience of the place. They reveled in the fact that they'd had a beautiful honeymoon experience and built memories they'd always have to share with family and friends.
Later, when they were dancing close in each other's arms, Kurt with his head on Noah's chest, they both experienced mixed feelings. The place was so beautiful, vibrant and colorful, so different from home, Lima. However, they missed everyone and couldn't wait to get back.
Noah eased slightly away from Kurt and looked down at his husband's serene expression, his eyes going, of course, to the softly-curved lips. The dance floor was crowded but all the couples swaying to the soft big band music seemed to be locked into a close embrace.
Moving slowly, Noah lowered his head and pressed his lips to Kurt's in a soft kiss, feeling his husband's smile against his own.
Kurt moved his head back and looked into Noah's dark eyes. He closed his briefly as if he were praying and then opened them to stare back at Noah.
Lifting one eyebrow in inquiry, Noah looked at Kurt, taking in the thoughtful expression in the deep blue eyes. Kurt shook his head and then whispered, "I'm imprinting this moment on my memory; you look so handsome in your tux, in this lighting. It's like something out of a movie."
Noah suppressed a surprised chuckle and tightened his hands on Kurt's waist. "Thanks, babe." Without another word he dipped Kurt and laughed at the soft squeak of surprise that escaped his husband. Straightening back up, they laughed and hugged each other, continuing to sway to the music and ignoring the surrounding couples who that had noticed their antics.
They spent most of the night dancing, sipping champagne and nibbling on both hot and cold canapés. By the time they stumbled to their suite, they could hardly take the time to undress properly before collapsing on the huge bed.
As Noah gave into a huge yawn, Kurt snuggled up to him, bringing the duvet with him to cover them both. They settled down, their eyes closing even as they murmured their love to each other and within moments they were out.
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The morning found them straggling to take showers, grab a bit to eat, checking to see if they had everything packed and then making their way downstairs to the foyer. They had met the manager on their arrival and now he was on hand to see them off. When their luggage was all stowed in the trunk of their limo, they made their way down the wide, gleaming marble steps and Kurt took one last photo of the hotel's façade.
As they reached the limo door, their driver jumped out and they all grinned when they realized they'd got their Trinidadian cabbie, Charley.
"You folks are happy to be leaving, eh?" Charley's bright voice greeted them as they slid into the back seat of the long car.
Kurt nodded happily. "Yeah, true, but we're also gonna miss this place, right, sweetie?"
Noah nodded as Charley slid behind the wheel. "Seriously, dude, Miami is loud! Bright and loud," and they all laughed as the car slid away from the curb and they were on their way to the airport.
They chatted with Charley the whole way there and he informed them that, when they came back on their anniversary trip, they should ask for him at the hotel. Noah laughed at that and Kurt blushed, pleased that already they could think of anniversary trips together.
The drive seemed too short but in no time Charley was pulling up at the steps of their jet. The crew were bustling about, getting things sorted and when Noah jumped out, he shook hands firmly with Charley, slipping him a tip that Kurt didn't know about.
Kurt thanked Charley and hugged him quickly, telling him that one day they would probably visit the Caribbean. "Probably on a cruise and we could see all those places in Trinidad you've been telling us about."
Charley laughed happily at that, telling them they would love a Caribbean cruise as nothing compared to it. They parted with final waves and wishes of good luck and then they boarded their temporary private jet.
As they lifted off into the mostly clear Florida sky, the azure only enhanced by a few, fluffy cotton ball clouds, Kurt heaved a sigh of deep satisfaction. Beside him, Noah sipped the cold drink their flight attendant had given them and gazed out of the window. When Kurt glanced at him he took his free hand and held it for a long time.
Hours later and after both a nap and a delicious meal, they were preparing to land in Columbus. They would be taken to Noah's home by one of the hotel's limousines and that would be the end of their almost fairy-tale honeymoon. Though most endings were sad, they were filled with anticipation at the thought of starting their lives together.
Kurt stole a long, languorous kiss from his husband in the back of the limo as it headed to Lima. When Noah looked at him, slightly flushed and breathing hard, Kurt whispered against his lips, "This might be the last time I get to make out with you in the back of a limousine."
They laughed at that and did, indeed, get in a short makeout session in the back seat. By the time the limo pulled up in the parking lot of Noah's condo, they were barely in time to straighten their clothes and look somewhat presentable.
Ignoring the tiny smirk on the driver's face, they got their luggage into the foyer of the building before thanking the driver. He tipped his cap, wished them both good luck and headed back out while Kurt turned to Noah with a look of anticipation on his fair face.
Noah drew him into his arms, heedless of any of his neighbours who might be passing and planted a firm, sweet kiss on Kurt's plump lips.
Kurt pulled back, cheeks flushed but eyes shining happily and said, "Your flat is just a few floors away; can't you wait to get there before ravishing me?"
Noah laughed aloud at that even while shaking his head. "It's not my fault that every time you look at me like that, I just want to kiss you, babe."
Kurt reddened, slapped him lightly on a muscular arm and stepped from his embrace. "Come on, you sweet-talker, you, let's get this stuff upstairs!"
Noah laughed again as they grabbed everything and shuffled them into one of the elevators. Kurt couldn't suppress a tiny shiver of pleased anticipation as the lift swept them upstairs and to his new home.
When they stepped inside, he took a deep breath and looked around. Everything seemed the same yet different. When he was here before as Noah's date, lover, whatever, he hadn't really looked at the place beyond a cursory glance when he first came here. Now, this was going to be his home for the time being and he found that he was very happy with it, indeed.
He spun around as the door closed behind him and then grinned as Noah made a beeline toward him. Opening his arms wide, he wrapped them around Noah's shoulders as his husband kissed him as if he couldn't get enough.
Within minutes their hands were scrabbling at each other's clothes, belt buckles were yanked open, zippers almost defeating them as their hands made clumsy by lust, struggled with the simple devices.
Noah muttered absurdly against Kurt's lips at one point, "Drawstring pants from now on!"
Kurt laughed at him and himself as they fought to get his tight jeans down his legs. Then, adding to the absurdity, he said, "Yeah, or sweat pants – these things are too damn tight!"
Finally they were both half undressed but that was enough to be going on with and they brought each other to fast, dirty climaxes, panting into each other's mouth and gasping frantic obscenities.
When Kurt came back to himself, he looked around at the wreckage and started laughing. He threw back his head, heedless of his husband looking at him as if he'd lost his mind and laughed until he gasped.
Shaking his head, Kurt stared at Noah's curious face, finally getting the words out. "God, Noah, we just spent the last week fucking every day and look at us now."
Noah looked around at their clothes strewn over the back and arms of the couch and chairs, realizing they hadn't even made it to the bedroom. He grinned back at Kurt and shrugged, his fingers trailing through the sticky mess on Kurt's stomach.
"Hey, we're hot together; who can blame us for going at it anytime, anywhere?"
Kurt tried to purse his lips and narrow his eyes at his incorrigible husband but couldn't hold on to it. He just threw back his head and laughed some more. Finally, "Come on, let's get cleaned up so we can go pick up Judith."
Noah removed himself reluctantly from atop his husband's delicious body and smirked as he watched Kurt, naked from the waist down, moving around and taking up their discarded clothing.
"Hmmm, yeah, maybe we can take her and Sarah out to dinner, eh?" Noah finally stirred his stumps to help Kurt with the clearing up. As they made their way to the bedroom and a quick shower, they chatted desultorily, sated and happy to be back home.
The front door of the old Puckerman home was flung open almost before their car came to a stop and Sarah was just in time to grab hold of Judith.
"Yay! They're here, they're here!"
Judith's piercing voice reached both men in the car and they grinned at each other. Kurt climbed out of the vehicle, shuddering once again at the Ohio cold and hurried towards the little girl bouncing on the top step.
She leapt straight into his arms, burying her little cold nose into the juncture of Kurt's neck and his fur collar. "Daddy Kurt! You're back!"
Kurt hugged the squirming little body and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of his daughter in his arms. He'd never actually thought of having a child of his own even though he was a Kindergarten teacher. Since meeting Judith, though, his heart had grown and his mind had undergone an unalterable change. Her unconditional and unexpected love for him made him see things differently and as he hugged her now, he was happy that he had changed. It was a great feeling.
Noah walked a tad more slowly, a huge smile on his face as he watched Kurt with Judith. His eye was caught briefly by the sight of another vehicle parked at the curb but he paid it scant attention as he turned back to the reunion at the front door.
Sarah grinned at them, holding the door close to her body so as not to let in too much of the frigid air. "Come on inside, guys, I'm freezing my tush off here, waiting on you!"
They laughed and Kurt transferred Judith to Noah's arms where she squealed and laughed and flung her little arms tightly around Noah's neck. "Daddy!"
Kurt grinned as they stepped into the warm house. Boy, if that girl didn't turn out to be a singer I'll be very surprised. He hugged Sarah tightly before stepping back to ease out of his heavy jacket, revealing a gorgeous blue turtle-neck sweater that clung to him and dark blue skinny jeans tucked into knee-high black boots.
Sarah eyed him, an admiring look on her face as she smiled at him. "Gosh, you're always so model-gorgeous. Come here!" and she pulled him in for another hug, laughing as he squeaked in surprise.
Noah was bouncing Judith on his hips, looking fascinated by the torrent of information pouring from her. In two minutes she seemed to have told her daddy everything that had happened in the last five days.
They all laughed and moved from the foyer toward the living room but suddenly, Noah stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening and all humour draining from his face. Kurt almost slammed into his back but he quickly side-stepped him and moved around his stalled husband.
"Noah! Goodness, I almost plowed into you," Kurt chuckled as he passed Noah, patting him on the back as he did.
Suddenly he stopped, a look of puzzlement on his face as he stared at Sarah's visitor. He glanced back at the look on Noah's face and his heart fell right into his boots. Before he could say anything, Sarah sidled past him and took one look at the tableau before sighing.
"Oh, yeah, Noah, I forgot to tell you_" but she was cut off abruptly as Noah's voice grated darkly:
"Donna…"
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TBC
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A/N: And... Witch No. 2 makes her appearance!
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