Warnings: Boy x boy light smut, boy x boy kissing, swearing, a little bit of Sad!Kurt and phone conversations. Also no Beta but I think I'm doing well without one.
A/N: So I have one exam left and I'm procrastinating to the extreme. The first chapter had an overwhelming response, so many favourites and alerts. I've hopefully thanked all of those who reviewed personally. The thing that sucks about writing this story is that I am craving winter and chocolate more than I should. Enjoy!
Oh and if you guys want another part say the word. I've got some ideas but if you really want a third I'll change this story to WIP so I can keep going after that if anybody wants me too.
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own glee.
Chocolaterie
"Manhattan Chocolaterie, how may I help you?" A girl sat behind the desk as Dave walked through the door, "Of course madam, could you please hold a moment? Thank you."
"Hi, I'm looking for Kurt Hummel," Dave said and the girl beamed.
"You must be Dave!" She half-shouted and pressed the button that Dave assumed to be the intercom. "Kurt, your boyfriend's here to take you to lunch."
"He's not my boyfriend Claire!" Kurt's voice snapped back and Dave gave a small laugh at his tone.
"He'll be a moment, he's primping," Claire laughed and went back to her phone call.
"I was not primping," Kurt snarled at the girl when he who just grinned when he appeared, "And hello David."
"Hey Kurt," Dave replied, "Ready?"
"Sure," Kurt beamed, "Sorry I'm a bit of a wreck. I just managed to finish icing about fifty thousand cupcakes for a sweet sixteenth."
"You're not a wreck," Dave told him as he called for a taxi, "You always look good."
Kurt blushed and slid into the vehicle with ease.
"So what did you have in mind for our date?" Kurt asked Dave whispered the directions to the driver who nodded and took off.
"That's for me to know and you to find out in about twenty minutes," Dave just grinned and Kurt groaned.
"I swear if you take fishing or something," Kurt trailed off grumbling and Dave merely chuckled and took Kurt's gloved hand in his own as they drew closer to their destination.
The taxi pulled over on the side of road and Kurt looked out to see central park but didn't question it when Dave pulled him out of the taxi. They walked in a comfortable silence over the icy path until they reached the ice skating rink and Kurt realised this was their destination.
"Ice skating?" Kurt's eyes widened, "I don't know how to ice skate."
"I'll teach you then," Dave said as if it were the most reasonable decision but Kurt felt his nerves come to life when Dave went up to get their rentals. He returned to find Kurt with a pained expression as he watched the skaters. "You okay? We can do something else if you wanna."
"No," Kurt said firmly as he broke at Dave's badly hidden disappointment, "Just don't let me fall."
"Never," Dave replied as he handed Kurt his skates.
They left their shoes in the rented locker and Dave stepped onto the ice first, feeling all his hockey lessons and games from his childhood come flooding back. He skated in a semi-circle and came back to Kurt who was clinging to the fence still on the ground. Dave skated right up to the entrance and held out his hands.
"C'mon Kurt," Dave said and Kurt grabbed Dave's hands with a death grip and shakily stepped out on the ice before slipping immediately. Dave pulled him back up firmly and held him close.
"I changed my mind," Kurt said, "I can't do this, take me home."
"Kurt you're fine," Dave said as he moved them along so they weren't blocking the entrance. He found safety against the barrier where Kurt clung to the fence with his eyes shut. "You're not going to die you know."
"Mmm sure," Kurt said and Dave frowned.
"If you really want to go we can," He said with a sigh, "I'm not going to force you."
Kurt slowly opened his eyes and his heart broke at the dejected look in Dave's eyes. Taking a deep breath Kurt slowly let go of the railing.
"Will you take me around?" Kurt asked and Dave broke into a radiant grin offering his hands once more.
"I'll be right behind you the entire time," He said, "Just bend your knees and move forward slowly."
Kurt did this and slipped, Dave catching him around the waist. Steadying himself Kurt stopped moving and Dave went to his second plan. He held Kurt still and skated to be in front of him. Slowly he began to skate backwards, bringing Kurt along with him who had his eyes shut once again. By the time they made one complete circle Kurt was smiling, his eyes wide with exhilaration, cheeks red and giggling happily as Dave gave him a small twirl.
"Fun?" Dave asked as they moved back to the barriers.
"Can we go again?" Kurt asked as a way of answering and let a laughing Dave take him around several times before they went back to the seating area.
"Since I dragged you here," Dave said and Kurt made a noise of disagreement while taking off his skates, "Can I treat you to coffee?"
"This is dangerous, you knowing the way to my heart," Kurt teased and Dave just chuckled as he finished lacing up his boots and they made a detour to the rental booth before walking out of the rink.
As they walked Kurt found Dave's hand very close to his. He quickly weaved his fingers through Dave's, grasping it firmly and glanced up to see a small smile playing on Dave's lips. They walked out of the park and to the closest crossing and into the coffee shop opposite the park.
"Can I get a large Mocha and large black to go please?" Kurt asked the cashier before Dave could open his mouth. "Don't even think about paying either, you paid for the last date."
Dave didn't bother to argue and Kurt handed him his drink before they went back outside. Breathing down the little gap of his paper cup, Kurt took Dave's free hand again and they crossed back over to the park finding a peaceful spot on a park bench as they breathed mist.
"I love winter," Kurt admitted despite bundling up into himself on the bench.
"Why's that?" Dave asked as he sipped his boiling coffee.
"Layers for a start," Kurt giggled, "I love the cold and I've always loved the cold since I was a kid. The snow is beautiful and people always crave comfort when it's cold."
"Is that where I come in?" Dave asked and Kurt shook his head with a straight face. Dave would have thought he was serious if not for the burst of laughter that erupted out of his mouth a moment later.
"Of course, you're very warm," Kurt said and snuggled into Dave's side to prove his point.
"So I only want you for your kitchen skills and you only want me for my warmth?"
"Only in the winter," Kurt replied and laughed again. "Why did you move to New York?"
"I was sick of the heat," Dave said, "Sick of California and its perfection. So I came back out east and Dad was over the moon."
"Of course," Kurt chuckled, "My Dad still thinks I'm a mile away even in New York. I should go back to Ohio soon to see him."
"Why are you not going back to Ohio this Christmas?"
"Work mainly," Kurt said honestly, "I'm working late Christmas Eve which is why I asked you to do something because once I'd fly out I'd have to fly back for New Year mayhem. I have holidays in January though so I'll go back then, stay a week or so, catch up with Mercedes and all that."
"Sounds good," Dave replied, "So tell me what treats you're going to be making over the next few weeks. You'll have to steal some for me if you get the chance."
Kurt didn't have the chance. The next three weeks were in fact a chaotic mess of texts with Dave, chocolate, double booked consults, late orders, more chocolate, dropped cakes, a pair of destroyed jeans and ended with an extremely stressed Kurt who was attempting to shadow a retiring James as head designer and do his own job at the same time. By Christmas Eve all Kurt could think about was getting a haircut, eating a big fat roast and sleeping for 24 hours.
"Kurt, go home early," Tom said as he watched Kurt bring his batch of twelve Christmas tree shaped cookies out of the oven.
"But I'm scheduled on till closing," Kurt replied as he plucked each cookie off the baking paper and onto the cooling rack. "And there are still more of these to do because we're nearly sold out and open for three more hours."
"You have nothing to do here, it's Christmas Eve," Tom argued, "Go home. Mike and Teddy will lock up. Go enjoy time with your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," Kurt grumbled as he pulled his apron off. "We're just dating and one date doesn't count as much."
"In my eyes dating means boyfriend," Tom said, "Now shoo."
Kurt rolled his eyes and collected his messenger bag before wishing everybody a good Christmas and leaving the store. He arrived home with two hours to kill before he had said would arrive at Dave's and instead of moping around and filling himself with chocolate treats he had leftover from work, he grabbed his phone and jumped onto his bed, falling on his stomach to dial Dave's number.
"Hey Kurt, what's up?"
"Nothing much," Kurt replied as he stretched out, "Just wondering if you're busy right now."
"I'm cooking at the moment," Dave said on the other end and Kurt bit his lip, "Aren't you at work?"
"Would it be forward of me to ask to come over? Tom sent me home early." Kurt asked as he chewed his lip.
"Nah course not," Kurt let out a breath, "If you don't mind cheesy Christmas songs and explosions from the kitchen then come on over."
"Thanks, I'll get changed and be on my way. I'll be there about eight."
"Kurt before you go," Dave said quickly, "Just wanted to say I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too," Kurt replied with a smile and clicked to hang up.
He changed into his favourite pair of white skinny jeans and decided at the last minute to be festive so he put on a red shirt and his green and red knitted scarf that Carole had sent for his present. Pulling on his coat, Kurt decided to splurge a little and called a taxi from outside his apartment, happily chatting to the woman until they reached Dave's street.
Kurt jumped out of the taxi, throwing a few bills at the driver and looked up at Dave's house as the vehicle drove away. It wasn't hard to pinpoint that this was Dave's house as it was the only house on the street with Christmas lights hung from the balcony and a wreath on the dark wooden door. Kurt told himself to calm down as he knocked and within seconds he was bathed in light.
"Hey," Dave said a little breathless, "Come in, you've got to be cold."
"Forecasted to snow tonight," Kurt said as he walked into the house and immediately bathed in the warmth, "It's absolutely freezing."
Dave helped Kurt out of his coat and hung it up on the coat rack next to the door that Kurt noted also housed several other coats and a baseball cap. He also toed off his shoes. Dave took Kurt's hand and led him into the house.
The lounge room had a warm atmosphere with a crackling fireplace, two brown couches and cream walls. The Grinch was playing on the large television and there was a floor to ceiling bookcase that housed everything from books, CDs and DVDs to what appeared to be numerous Manilla folders.
"It's a small house," Dave said as Kurt took it all in, "But I loved it when I first picked it out."
"Are you kidding? My apartment is tiny. It's gorgeous," Kurt said as he looked at the Christmas tree.
Dave was about to reply when the phone rang from the kitchen. Dave went off to fetch it and came back in with it in his right hand.
"Sorry I have to take this," Dave said with a hand over the speaker on the phone, "Have a look around, go upstairs, and see if it passes your inspection."
With that Dave walked off talking quickly into the phone and Kurt took Dave's instruction. He walked over to the bookcase to have a closer look and found many photographs of a younger Dave with what looked to be his parents and siblings. His immediate favourite was of Dave at about age five sitting on Santa's lap with Santa cradling what had to be Dave's younger brother.
Kurt looked back at Dave who was in the hallway and when he caught his eye Kurt pointed upstairs and Dave nodded so Kurt made his way up the wooden stairs and onto the second landing. It was also decorated, every photo frame having tinsel around it and Kurt could see the lights from the balcony reflecting into the house. He walked over to the window and pulled the curtain apart to look at the neighbourhood when a voice came from behind him.
"Hey," Dave said and Kurt jumped, "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay," Kurt smiled, "You like Christmas I presume."
"Love it," Dave replied and gestured for them to go back downstairs. "My parents always threw a huge Christmas for me and Mark and I wanted to keep it going now I'm living by myself and then for my kids. Stupid I know."
"It's not stupid at all," Kurt said and Dave grinned.
"So you want to know what's for dinner?" Dave asked and Kurt nodded as he sat on the breakfast bar side of the bench while he watched Dave pulled the lids off pots. "I have chicken in the oven with mashed potato, peas, carrots, beans, pumpkin and gravy if you want it. Not allergic to anything?"
"Nope it sounds amazing," Kurt said and his stomach gurgled happily, "May I ask who was on the phone?"
"One of the kids I work with," Dave said as he stirred the peas, "He just wanted to talk."
He didn't elaborate and Kurt didn't push the topic. They exchanged small talk until the food was ready. Dave poked a piece of chicken off the bone with a fork and blew on it, holding it out to Kurt who accepted it.
"It's ready," Kurt confirmed and Dave dished
"I hope you don't mind eating on your lap but I have a coffee table," Dave said with a hopeful expression as they sat down on the couch.
"Not at all, especially if we're in front of that fire," Kurt replied and chewed a piece of pumpkin, "This is really good. So you don't really need me for my kitchen skills after all."
Dave laughed at this, "No, I can cook pretty well."
The television was on low and they watched the ending of their first Christmas film of the night. They ate in silence, taking in turns at looking at the other when one was fixated on the television only to blush when they were caught.
So what did you usually do for Christmas?"
"Well before my Mum died we used to have my grandparents over and she made a big fuss of decorating the house and such but the first Christmas without her was so bad. Dad bought me presents of course but it wasn't the same."
"What about after he got married?"
"Carole and Finn had their own traditions of course, but we went back to having a proper tree and a sit down dinner. I was gone after two years of that of course because I came here."
"You don't go back?" Dave asked as his plate was emptied and he placed his cutlery down gently.
"Yeah I do, but I usually miss Christmas Eve dinner and end up arriving really late because of either work or my inability to get decent flights," Kurt laughed and finished up his food.
Dave grabbed his empty plate and put them in the sink before pouring two glasses of champagne and brought one over to Kurt. The Grinch had now finished and the credits were rolling.
"Merry Christmas," He said cheerily and Kurt returned the sentiment as they clinked their glasses before drinking and placing their glasses on the coffee table. "So animated, drama or comedy?"
"Animated, definitely," Kurt said and Dave chuckled, turning on his DVD player and holding up The Nightmare Before Christmas, "Perfect."
Dave turned the lights off and settled back on the couch, the light from the film illuminating Kurt's beautiful face. He sat back and in a moment of bravery grabbed Kurt's hand and stroked his thumb over the pale skin. In turn, Kurt rested his head on Dave's shoulder with a content sigh.
Halfway through the film Dave felt Kurt shift, turned more on the side and splayed his free hand over Dave's stomach and was tracing it gently through his long sleeved top. Dave looked down as Kurt looked up and with Kurt's encouraging smile Dave shuffled closer and tentatively pressed their lips together.
One breathy moan from Kurt as they parted was all the encouragement he needed before moving back in. Their mouths moulded together and Kurt put his hands on Dave's chest to push him down to lay flat on the couch while he hovered over him. Kurt broke the kiss and moved to place feather light kisses to Dave's jaw down to the juncture of his neck where he happily sucked a mark.
"Mmm Kurt," Dave breathed and Kurt moved back up to look at him. "Kiss me?"
Kurt complied, joining their lips back together and ran a hand down Dave's body slowly to reach his thigh which he massaged gently. Dave moaned and deepened the kiss, their tongues coming together. Kurt retreated and claimed Dave's bottom lip in his mouth, letting his tongue trace over it and his hand came back up slightly to rub at Dave's half hard erection. This seemed to bring Dave back to reality as he pushed Kurt back and grabbed his hand.
"Not so fast," Dave said, "Sorry but I really don't want to mess this up and if that means we make out like a couple of teenagers I'm good with that."
"That's okay, slow is good for us," Kurt soothed and rolled of Dave to land softly next to him. Dave shuffled over so his back was hitting the back of the couch and Kurt snuggled in with his back to Dave's front with Dave's hand resting lightly on Kurt's waist. The Nightmare Before Christmas ended with Jack and Sally's kiss and Dave leaned to speak softly in Kurt's ear.
"Don't judge me, but I think I have The Santa Clause taped in my playlist," Dave said and Kurt nodded with a light giggle, handing Dave the remotes from the coffee table and he switched the DVD player off to go back to normal television. With a click of a button the movie was playing.
Kurt found himself very comfortable indeed and his eyes were closing quicker than they were opening when he blinked. Kurt hummed lightly as he snuggled back into Dave's warm body.
"I should go," Kurt said quietly, "I think it's late."
"Stay the night," Dave mumbled with sleep heavy in his voice and Kurt groaned as he turned over to grab his phone from the coffee table to check the time. The light caused Kurt to wince and his eyes adjusted as he read 1:05am.
"I shouldn't," He said and yawned.
"Please," Dave whispered, "Stay with me. It's Christmas."
Kurt couldn't resist burrowing back into Dave's warm grip and nodded. Dave gave him a sleepy smile and grabbed the large brown blanket from the back of the couch, covering the both of them. Dave's arm wound around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer before drifting off to sleep. Kurt followed quickly into sleep, too warm and too comfortable to stay awake.
Kurt was still very warm when he woke up the next morning. The weak winter sun shone through the bare windows and Kurt realised that they had never closed the blinds. He blinked rapidly and wiped at his eyes before turning over in Dave's loose grasp.
"Hey Dave," Kurt whispered nudging the sleeping man who groaned and opened his eyes.
"Morning," He said in a drowsy voice and blinked, "Damn the light."
"Mmm," Kurt agreed, "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."
With that Dave leaned forward to give Kurt a chaste kiss before asking what the time was. Kurt found his found and pressed the middle button to see that it was nearly eight. He hadn't slept so well for months usually waking up due to the neighbours arguing or because his stupid heater had switched off by itself again and he was an icicle. Kurt excused himself to find the bathroom and shook the wrinkles out of his clothes as best he could before relieving himself and coming back to find Dave already in the kitchen.
"Pancakes okay?" He asked as Kurt stood in the archway. "If you want milk or something with them there should be a bottle in the fridge.
"Yeah sounds good," Kurt agreed as he opened the fridge to get the milk.
"Glasses are top cupboard on the left."
Kurt grabbed two glasses and filled them nearly to the top with milk, swallowing half of his down quickly to rehydrate after sleeping so long. Dave had the pancakes going in the frying pan and took a gulp of his drink before pulling Kurt close and kissing him deeply.
"Mmm what was that for?" Kurt asked as Dave pulled back, his thoughts running a mile a minute through his head.
"Because I can," Dave smirked and Kurt just shook his head and took over the preparation of the pancakes.
They ate their breakfast quickly before brushing their teeth with Dave finding an unopened brush and spent the rest of the morning with a re-lighted fire and the news on the television exchanging kisses as they watched the first snow of winter fall lightly outside Dave's window.
"I need to go home and shower," Kurt said as the clock ticked over to noon, "I've probably overstayed my welcome too."
"You're welcome anytime," Dave said and helped Kurt up, walking to the door and handing him his coat.
Dave walked up to the main street with him and hailed a taxi opening the door for Kurt before pulling him into a hug. Kurt melted into Dave's embrace and with a quick kiss he was in the warmth of the taxi.
"So did you have a good Christmas?" Burt asked over the phone a few days later and Kurt blushed thanking some deity or another that he wasn't in Ohio at the moment.
"Yeah it was fine. Sorry I couldn't make it home."
"What did you do?"
"Dad," Kurt whined and Burt just repeated the question, "Fine I went over somebody's house. Yes! A boy before you even ask."
"So do I get a name or is this one of your phases again after Hunter?"
"His name is David and I don't think it's a phase," Kurt replied and smiled to himself, "What do you mean one of my phases?"
"Nothing kid," Burt coughed, "When do I get to meet this David?"
"I don't know," Kurt said honestly as he stirred mayonnaise into his salad, "It's only been two dates."
"That's one more than usual."
"Dad!" Kurt said embarrassed.
"Alright kid just be careful. I gotta head back to work," Burt said, "Ring me when you've got flights."
"Will do," Kurt replied and hung up when he heard a click on the other end.
Kurt tipped the salad into a plastic container and packed it into his messenger bag before locking up and running down to the subway.
"Kurt, Claire's called in sick so can you man the desk while Teddy and I finish the Wags The Dog cake for that Wiggles birthday?" Lisa asked as soon as Kurt walked through the door, "I'll be back in an hour tops."
"You do know this is James' last day don't you? Meaning I'm needed in the kitchens 24/7!" Kurt shouts as Lisa rushes off down the hallway. Without any ceremony, Kurt threw his messenger bag under the desk and sat down in a huff to serve.
"Hi, how are you today?" He asked a woman and her daughter who was in her arms and carrying a bag of tiny chocolate ducklings.
"Good thank you," She said and handed the ducklings over to scan and place in a paper bag.
"That's five dollars eighty." Kurt said and swapped the ten dollar note for change, "Thank you for purchasing our products. Have a nice day."
"I've still got it," Kurt cheered quietly as the woman vacated the shop and started organising the mess of papers behind the desk. The tinkle of the bell was heard and Kurt didn't even look up from his organising. "Hello, how are you?"
"Hey Kurt," Kurt's head shot up to see Dave standing there.
"Dave!" Kurt said happily, "What are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd surprise you," Dave said as Kurt gaped, "And I have a favour to ask."
Kurt smirked, "Would this favour include chocolate?"
"Uh huh," Dave grinned, "I was wondering if I could order a New Years cake but if it could double as an anniversary cake for my work. It was started on New Year's Eve ten years ago."
"Wow," Kurt said, "Just a sec and I'll take you down to the consult room."
Kurt pressed the intercom buzzer behind the desk, "Lisa get your butt back here I have a last minute consult."
"I'm coming now, geez Kurt watch your language around customers!" Lisa snapped back and in seconds she reappeared in the store, "Seriously language. Oh hello Kurt's friend."
"Hey," Dave greeted simply and Kurt grabbed his bag before leading Dave into the first consult room, shutting the door. He turned around to find Dave shuffling nervously and quirked an eyebrow. "I really want to kiss you."
Kurt couldn't help but smile and walked right up to Dave, standing on his toes and giving him a deep kiss before pulling away before it could get too heated. Kurt gestured for Dave to sit on the couch opposite him and pulled out his sketchbook.
"So what were you thinking?" Kurt asked in his most professional voice and found it hard to keep a straight face as Dave looked at him and they both burst out laughing. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. It's hard to do a consult with your boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" Dave asked and his expression turning unreadable.
"Oh I mean, uh just a slip of the tongue," Kurt said, blushing to his ears again.
"I don't mind but erhm it's just we've only been on a few dates," Dave said trying to explain everything he was thinking in that one sentence.
"I completely understand," Kurt nodded, "Sorry it really was just a slip of the tongue. So back to the cake, what were you thinking?"
"Maybe just a statue or something of our logo," Dave said and pulled a wrinkled piece of paper out of his coat pocket, "It's an adult, a teenager and a child entwined with our name
"I'd say white chocolate figure painted to match the logo colours," Kurt said taking the paper and sketching out rough lines, "Or do you want a cake?"
"Nah specifically a statue type thing but if it's made of cake that would be cool," Dave grinned, "My boss is allergic to coconut so if you could avoid that."
"Sure," Kurt said scribbling the note next to the sketch, "It'll probably be about fifty dollars, maybe a little more than that because it's custom."
"Sounds good," Dave said, "Listen I also wanted to ask you if you could come over and watch the celebrations on TV New Year's Eve."
"I'm working," Kurt said as he sketched a few of the finer details of the cake, "The shop's staying open so we can see the fireworks from here and we serve coffee and hot chocolate out the front."
"Oh, okay," Dave said looking disappointed, "Well thanks for the cake. The party's on the third of January so if it could be delivered. I'll have the secretary ring up and give you the address."
"Yep okay," Kurt replied and stood up as Dave went to leave.
"Bye then," Dave said quietly and walked out without another word.
Kurt let out a groan of frustration and threw his sketchbook across the room in a moment of anger, immediately going to pick it up to speed into the kitchens and begin work for the day.
New Year's Eve was absolutely chaos for the shop. People were packing in to pick up last minute treats for their hike to the middle of the celebrations and many others just wanted a hot beverage which Kurt found himself in charge of as well as overseeing the kitchen staff. Kurt was bringing out
"Let me help," A familiar voice said and Kurt looked up to see Dave carrying half the weight of the temporary cashbox.
"I told you I had to work," Kurt said as they placed the box onto the wooden table and Kurt started setting up for the night.
"I just wanted to talk," Dave said and Kurt sighed before calling Lisa out to finishing setting up.
"It's about his New Year's order, I won't be long," Kurt told her and led Dave into the consult room. "What's the matter?"
"I want to know why you called me your boyfriend," Dave said in a rush and Kurt sighed.
"Can we do this later?"
"No," Dave said firmly, "I can't go into a new year uncertain of my relationship status."
"Don't put this back on me," Kurt snapped, "You're the one who doesn't want to be in a relationship with me!"
"Because we've only started talking properly since November!" Dave shouted.
"If I hadn't been working at your brother's wedding then we wouldn't have started talking at all!" Kurt argued and Dave growled, running a hand through his hair.
"Fuck Kurt," Dave groaned and Kurt slumped onto the couch with his head in his hands.
"What do you want David?"
"I want to know why you said I was your boyfriend."
"I have boyfriend issues okay? My relationships haven't exactly been wonderful and it's obviously messed me up a little more than I realised."
Dave felt his anger ebb away as Kurt's eyes welled up and grabbed Kurt's hand, "I'm sorry. For yelling at you. I just really wanted to know."
Kurt suddenly found he couldn't look at Dave and said quietly, "I think it's about time I told you about Hunter."
"The mysterious name I keep hearing," Dave said and Kurt nodded, "Okay what about him?"
"I met him at college, first day of freshman year when I was a scared little eighteen year old coming straight off from my breakup with Blaine."
"You broke up with Blaine?"
"Mutual decision," Kurt clarified, "He was going to still be in high school and I was in New York. We said if we ever found each other that we could continue but it never happened and we lost contact after Blaine graduated because he went to California."
"Ah. I never saw him at USC."
"Yeah he went to UCLA. So I met Hunter and found out he was actually a senior which explained a lot seeing as he got the task of showing us around on orientation," Kurt smiled slightly at the memory, "We started dating about halfway through the first semester and stayed together until I graduated and he was about our age at that point."
"So what happened?" Dave asked, more intrigued that he probably should've been.
"He up and left," Kurt told him, "I came home from a job interview one day and he had left a note saying he couldn't do this anymore, he was still young, didn't want to be tied down like I had been doing to him and mentioned that our apartment only had a month's lease left so I better move out."
"Ouch."
"Indeed. So I moved to where I am now and found a desk job at work. I also started sleeping around," Kurt blushed and bowed his head, "Not my finest few years I assure you but it had a rhythm of meeting, plans for a date, the actual date, sex and then I would run away. Scared of becoming too dependent I guess which brings me to our situation. I'm a dependent person, especially after Hunter but I try to distance myself from the people I date so I don't fall in too deep."
Dave sat there frowning through Kurt's monologue, "I would never hurt you Kurt. I know I have in the past but I couldn't do it, not now."
"You don't know that," Kurt whispered as a tear fell down his cheek, "I want to fall deep with you and I guess I just don't want to let you go which is why I said it. I wasn't thinking."
Dave moved to sit next to Kurt and pulled him into an embrace as he sobbed quietly.
"Oh my eyes will be all red," Kurt stressed, "I can't serve customers like this."
"You look beautiful," Dave said and kissed Kurt's nose as he scoffed, "You do."
"Thank you," Kurt replied and pulled a handkerchief out of his apron, dabbing at his eyes, "So now you know."
"Now I know," Dave agreed, "And now I would like to ask if you want to be my boyfriend."
"We've only been on a few dates," Kurt said mimicking Dave's words from their previous discussion causing him to chuckle.
"Well then we can go on a few more," Dave argued gently and pulled Kurt up into a hug, "All I wanted was honesty between us. Especially after what happened when we were kids."
"So boyfriend?" Kurt asked.
"Boyfriend," Dave confirmed and Kurt squealed, pushing Dave back down onto the couch and straddling his lap.
Kurt pressed his lips to Dave's, immediately tracing Dave's bottom lip for access. Dave complied and opened his mouth letting their tongues meet. Kurt pulled closer and deepened the kiss, Dave groaning as his hands moved down to cup Kurt's cheeks and tried to pull him even closer, his erection being felt against Dave's thigh. When the kiss broke they were both red in the face and breathing heavily.
"I have to work," Kurt said as he calmed himself down.
"I know."
"I don't want to."
"I know," Dave replied with a cheeky grin, "I'll be here the whole time. Maybe you can even give me a drink and then when you're finished I'm taking you back to mine."
"Mhmm, maybe," Kurt said, "Our hot chocolate is our imported drinking chocolate complete with our special sugar and marshmallows. Interested?"
"Duh," Dave said sarcastically and the pair slowly disentangled their bodies to straighten their clothes and walk back out the front.
The street was packed when they ventured back into the cold. Kurt's teeth were chattering as he served the many customers and he secretly hated Claire and Lisa who managed to score the job of serving treats inside.
"Bit cold isn't it deary," An older woman commented as Kurt handed her change.
"Just a bit, if you would wait next to the door someone will be out with your drink right away" Kurt smiled back and she moved away, a man and his two kids moving up the line and ordering their hot chocolates. "Would you guys like marshmallows with it?"
"Daddy can we?" The little girl asked and Kurt realised they were twins. Their Dad just nodded to a chorus of 'please' and Kurt grinned as he took the money, catching Dave's eye and smiling as he called the order through the walkie talkie to the kitchen.
The line disappeared as it drew closer to midnight and Dave walked up with a plate of warm brownies that Claire had obviously forced into his hand. Dave held one up to Kurt's mouth and he took a bite, his body warming up a little as he swallowed. Cheers came from the end of the street and Kurt looked up as the fireworks began. Dave put the plate on the table and hugged Kurt from behind.
"Happy New Year," Dave said, kissing Kurt's ear as they watched the celebrations from out the front of Kurt's shop.
"Happy New Year," Kurt responded warmly, turning around in Dave's arms to kiss him gently and huddled back into his warmth.