This is kind of acting as an intermission between part one and part two of Big Bad Wolf, so it's a smattering of different minor things I wanted to get out of the way. Part two won't be posted separately, though, since it'll be much shorter than part one.

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When Kurt woke up the following morning, he was immediately struck by how warm and comfortable he was. A large arm was draped over his own; a broad chest was perfectly curved against his back; gentle, cool breath tickled the back of his neck. He smiled to himself and enjoyed the relaxing hours of pre-dawn morning while everything was still perfect. That wasn't to say things weren't perfect throughout the day, but the perfection seemed magnified by the quiet solitude of those early morning hours: before the world came rushing in to greet him.

The quiet mirth was short-lived, however. Kurt's body had woken him up just mere minutes before his normal wakeup in anticipation of the blare of his alarm clock. David grunted quietly as he woke and then viciously smacked the top of the alarm clock, effectively silencing it. Kurt cuddled in closer to David, snuggling up with him. "I love this. I could get really used to it."

David nuzzled the top of Kurt's head, inhaling the scent of Kurt's shampoo. "Me too. It's very domestic. Very soothing."

"Domestic." Kurt tried the word out, seeing how it 'felt' when used about himself and David. He liked it; he approved. "Very much so; you know, speaking about 'domestic,'" Kurt rolled over so that his nose was pressed against David's sternum. "Dad and I were talking about you last night when you were in the shower. We thought maybe it would be best, if you're planning on being a part of Alex's life–"

"I am."

"I know. We thought, maybe, sometime today you could go home and collect some clothes and stuff. You know, keep some of your stuff here so you could be around your son more often? You don't have to move in or anything, but – you know – a few nights a weeks or something, you could sleep over."

David could tell from the way Kurt inflected certain parts of the sentence, wouldn't look at him, and attempted to appear nonchalant about the whole thing, that Kurt hoped for a lot more than simply a few nights a week. "Tell you what, you give me a foot or two of closet space and I might never leave."

Kurt practically squeaked in his excitement. "Yay! I'm gonna make us breakfast. You wanna go take care of our baby?"

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Alex was buried under his blankets. All David could see of his son was his tail and a tiny bit of his butt poking out from under the blankets. Son. That word pulled at David's heart: such a wonderful perfect word. His son. His baby. David stroked the blanket where his son's back should be. The small (though getting slightly not-so-small, as time went on) puppy rolled over, getting the blankets wrapped around his torso and paws. The way Alex's mouth was slightly open, his tongue hanging out and his eyes were gleaming: it was obvious that Alex was "smiling" at his daddy. "Hey little guy. You hungry? Daddy's making us breakfast." Alex yawned and then rolled over onto his paws, his little butt wiggling back and forth as he wagged his tail.

Wrapping his hands around Alex's midsection, David lifted Alex up, hugged him close for a few seconds, and then placed him on the floor. Alex chased after David's heels, occasionally lunging at them and trying to grab at the cuffs of his pajama bottoms as David headed down the hall. David bounced down the stairs; Alex bounced down just behind him.

Kurt fed David, himself and Alex a very "homey" breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. David was on the receiving end of a rather fierce glare of Kurt's when he gave Alex a strip of his bacon (Alex hadn't been given any). "What? I'm his dad, too, and I say that little predators need their meat." Holding one end of the bacon in his mouth and stepping on the other end with his paws, Alex whipped his head back and forth while growling, tearing a piece of bacon off the rest of the strip. "See? Predator."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fine; go easy with it, though. Heart attacks run in my family, as does type 2 diabetes. I'd like my son to not become overly food dependant before he can even speak."

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David kept Alex busy while Kurt did his schoolwork. Kurt and David did laundry, together. David did the dishes. Kurt prepared lunch and then got started on vacuuming. It was incredibly domestic.

And for both Kurt and David, "domestic" was a most wonderful feeling.

"All right, so I'm going to go get my stuff before your dad gets home; you wanna get your closet condensed a bit, so we have room for me?"

Kurt ran his hand up David's chest, fingering at one of the buttons on his button-down blouse. "I dunno. Maaayyy-be. I suppose I could put some of my seasonal outfits away for the winter."

David lifted his hand and placed it over Kurt's to stop his sexy little teasing. "I'm also going to pop over to my dad's office to give him a little heads-up. It would be kind of weird for him to get home to find out that I've moved."

Kurt scrunched up his nose. "Damn. I was hoping you would be able to take Alex with you. I've got some wo–"

"He can come." Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Legally they can't prohibit Alex from going to the hospital since he's human…ish."

"Hospital?"

"Yeah. That's where my dad works. Where's Alex's harness?" David began rifling through the coat closet, seeing if he could locate it.

Kurt grabbed it off the back of the front door and handed it to David. "I didn't know that. What's he do?" Kurt's first thought was janitor or maybe male nurse. He certainly didn't expect David's response:

"He's Chief of Surgery at Lima Memorial. He's also on the board of directors, but I'm not sure if that's a paid position or not." Bending over to harness up Alex, David completely missed the look of utter shock on Kurt's face.

"He's…a doctor?"

David stood up, shrugging. He knew full well what people at school thought of him: he lived in a crappy house; wore cheap, department store brand clothes; regularly ate crappy fast-food or pre-boxed few of his "friends" knew that his dad 'made bank,' so to speak. "Yeah. I mean, it's not like it's a big deal or anything. Dad squirrels most of what he makes away because he's afraid I'll be un-hireable, because…well, you know. He says he's trying to give me 'a chance at life.'"

Kurt leaned up and kissed David. He didn't like to see him feeling down on himself. "You'll find a great job, someday, and you'll be great at it and everyone will want to hire you. And maybe, by the time Alex grows up, Civil Rights will have expanded a little bit more and offer him proper legal rights. For now, though, why don't you take my truck? It already has Alex's car seat in it."

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Getting Alex through security at the main foyer in the hospital was a bit of a hassle, but thankfully David had remembered to ask Kurt for Alex's unhuman registration paperwork proving that he was human and not just a pet. He got stopped several more times on the way to his dad's office, but for the most part, people just wanted to coo over the cute puppy, not giving a second thought to why there was an animal in the hospital. For future, David considered the possibility of getting a guide-dog-in-training vest for Alex; surely no one would question that, would they?

Then again, Kurt might get royally pissed at David if he intentionally mislead people into thinking their child was a pet.

Alex seemed to know where they were going. He walked along on his harness a few feet ahead of David, occasionally stopping to sniff at the ground, the wall, a desk. Eventually, he came to a stop outside Paul's office, placed both front paws on the door and started barking. A few people in nearby rooms popped their heads out to see what was going on. It took only a moment longer for Paul to open his door. "David? This is a surprise. Alex! Hey, little guy." Alex started jumping up on the bottom of Paul's pants, scrambling to get a good grip on him. Paul kneeled down on the floor to see his grandson eye-to-eye. "We've only met twice and you already know who I am?"

"He probably smelled you on me long before he met you."

"Come on in! Both of you. Come in, come in." Paul backed up a few feet, taking Alex with him while David shut the door behind them all.

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Everything was so strange lately. Not that he was upset about any of it, but it was still pretty strange. Things were changing so fast.

First, Other Daddy got him the best toy ever. He loved his Moo Cow! Moo Cow was fun to chase and chew and cuddle with. He would play with Moo Cow all day if he could. Sometimes, Moo Cow played too roughly and hit him with his sharp claws, but if Alex went away from him, the toy would calm down and play nicely, again.

Then his Other Daddy started coming around a lot more and spending more time with him and Daddy. He even got to go over to Other Daddy's house when Other Daddy was big and fluffy. It was always a special treat going over Other Daddy's house, but being there when Other Daddy was big and fluffy was extra-special. Other Daddy was usually more playful when he was big and fluffy. He liked to roll around on the ground with him, and chew on him, and play rough (but a nice rough) with him.

Daddy was also a lot happier lately, which was very nice. Daddy sang a lot and played with him a lot more and just seemed happier. He was also a lot less "no Alex!" and "don't do that, Alex!"

And then there was this new person: "Other Grandpa." He liked Other Grandpa. Other Grandpa was nice and fun and gave him good ear scritches. He also smelled kind of like Other Daddy, which was a nice bonus.

But this? This was a strange Alex wasn't really sure how to deal with. There were…odd things in the house. Grandpa and Uncle Finn were wrestling with a tree in the living room while Daddy hung tree branches over the door. There were trees inside.

Alex had to tell himself that a second time because he wasn't quite sure he believed it the first: There were trees in the house. Other Daddy took his harness off, giving Alex free-reign to run around and investigate. "Looking good. Awfully late to start decorating for Christmas, though, isn't it?"

"Carol's birthday is January 16th. She likes the tree to still be alive for her birthday." Burt maneuvered the bottom of the tree into its stand, while Finn held it steady by gripping the top and the midsection. "Christmas is her favorite holiday. She likes to pretend she's a Christmas-baby."

Kurt concurred with Carol's sentiment as relayed by his father. "It's mine as well. It's just so…warm."

"Meh." David shrugged as he went to help Burt fasten the tree to the wall with metal wire tie. "My favorite holiday is the Fourth of July. I like seeing things go boom."

"Huh." Kurt joined in on the tree-raising activity, showing, by gentle waving of his hands, which way the tree was leaning. "I would have thought it'd be Thanksgiving."

The three larger guys stopped and looked at Kurt. David was the first to voice what the rest were thinking. "Are you calling me fat?"

Kurt's eyes went comically large. He hadn't even thought of that. "NO! Nonononono! I just…I know you like good food and home cooking and what holiday embodies that better and…I'm just gonna shut up, now, ok?"

Releasing his grasp on the tree, David went up to Kurt and kissed his forehead. "Shh…it's ok. I know what you meant. Honestly, though, any family-oriented holiday has just…not been very pleasurable since my mom died. It's ok, though. I have a new family and I'm sure she would approve. By the way, is it ok if my dad joins us for dinner? He offered to bring Chinese or pizza or takeout from Breakstix. Whatever."

"That's fine, kid. Your dad's a part of this family now, too." Burt put his hand on David's shoulder.

Kurt had been shocked that his father hadn't scared David away during their "private talk" the previous night, but the two men seemed pretty friendly with each other, afterwards. Friendlier than Kurt had ever seen them, anyway. "You know, I bet if you lived in Scotland or Ireland a few centuries ago, there's another holiday you probably would have adored." David raised an eyebrow in semi-interest, semi-confusion. Where was Kurt going with this? "Back when the Church was preempting pagan holidays for their own uses – such as Christmas or Easter – there was a holiday that celebrated unhumans. It didn't last long, though."

"A day celebrating unhumans? You're joking right?" The objection came from Finn, surprisingly enough.

"I'm not. It was called 'All Hallow's Eve' or 'Halloween.'"

"So…how did they celebrate it?"

Kurt shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure. I only read about it once very briefly, but perhaps it's like the Thanksgiving Presidential Turkey Pardon? Maybe they forgave unhumans for their 'crimes'?"

David rolled his eyes. "Or, more likely, it was closer to the Spanish holiday 'Las Posadas,' only instead of piñatas, they strung up unhumans and whacked the shit out of them."