Warnings: Boy x boy kissing, clothed smut, angst, swearing. Also this is barely proofed because it's late and I just wanted to get it out.
A/N: So I'm going to try and do a big holiday each and follow Dave and Kurt's relationship through them. I've done Christmas & New Year's … here's Valentine's Day. Hopefully I'm going to do Easter, Summer (I've already planned this) and Halloween which will finish this 'verse. You'll also find many cakes in this 'verse on the 'Choccywoccydoodah' website because I'm neither that creative nor a chef.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Chocolaterie
January came and left without much ceremony and almost minimal snow which sent Kurt into a dismal funk and not even Dave's cooking could bring him out of it. He spent most of his evenings moping around his apartment with the knowledge that Valentine's Day was coming up and despite having Dave in his life he just couldn't get excited. This wasn't the case for his work.
"Tis the season of love," Teddy gushed sarcastically and Kurt whacked him over the head with a clean mixing spoon.
"Shut it and keep icing," Kurt commanded and went back to sketching the new window display for the shop.
"Hater," Teddy stuck his tongue out childishly.
"You're absolutely right, I despise Valentine's Day," Kurt said and annotated the giant red hearts that would fall around the biggest heart in the display.
"So what's the plan boss?" Teddy asked as he looked over to Kurt's sketchbook, "Cherubs?"
"Yes cherubs," Kurt said, "I'm keeping the frosting from the Christmas display and spray paint it pink. Lots of pink and red, maybe white thrown in. Typical disgusting colours."
"Red's my favourite colour," Teddy said simply, "Why do you hate Valentine's Day?"
"It's disgusting with all this love and romance and lovesick teenagers and googly eyes," Kurt replied checking his watch, "I have a consult. Make sure the icing is done on that cake so I can come back and start carving the bloody hearts."
"Yes, sir!" Teddy said loudly and saluted while Kurt glared.
The consult was fairly quick as a woman wanted pink rose, white iced cake with the words 'Love Love Love' and Kurt nearly pulled out his hair out at the love sick expressions she gave when she listed the specifics.
"How are we going Claire?" Kurt asked as he made his way out to the front, "On schedule?"
"Yes we are today but the bookings are through the roof."
"How much through the roof?" Kurt dared to ask.
"We're all booked up till March," Claire said and Kurt sighed, "Something wrong Mr. Hummel?"
"How many are requesting cakes involving love?"
Claire smiled and Kurt knew the answer without words. Teddy poked his head out of the door with a grin.
"Lunch!" He shouted and Kurt hurried into the hallway, noting halfway down that Teddy didn't follow so he crept back.
"… wanted to know if you'd go out with me," Teddy's voice floated through the door.
"Teddy I'm seventeen and you're twenty-one," Claire said, "You also work for my Dad."
"So that's a no?" Kurt had never heard Teddy sound so disappointed.
"That's a 'take me somewhere during lunch and we'll talk' thing," Claire replied and Teddy whooped.
Kurt was torn between disgust and swooning as he walked back to the kitchens. He silently worked on touching up the sketch of the woman's cake and moved to create the three tiers. The cakes cooked quickly and Kurt left them to cool, swearing as he checked the time.
"Teddy can you ice those and let them set for me?" He asked as he buttoned up his coat.
"You got a hot date?"
"No but I was due at David's five minutes ago," Kurt said, fumbling with his scarf as he tucked it into his coat and grabbed his messenger bag, "Lost track of time."
With that, Kurt packed some leftover cake that had been Teddy's test for the display heart. It was a hard job trying to find a taxi that wasn't full and Kurt managed to hail one and only be half an hour late. He dived into his bag to find Dave's key on the porch and growled in frustration when he couldn't find it. As he steadily became a human ice block Kurt's hand finally closed around the small silver key and he pushed the door open, grateful for Dave's forward thinking as the heat swept over his body.
"Hey there," Dave greeted kissing Kurt chastely as he made his way into the house.
"Hi," Kurt said as he tossed his messenger bag on the bench and pulled out his work, "I have cake in that bag if you're interested."
Dave pulled out the container of strawberry fudge cake and licked his lips as he grabbed a small fork from the cutlery drawer. He didn't even bother to put the cake on the plate and dug in happily.
"Did you make this?"
"Nope, Teddy did as a test," Kurt said absently and Dave spat the cake out into the sink, "It can't be that bad, I even had a sliver and it was beautiful."
"Hmm I don't trust that kid," Dave looked at it cautiously before piercing another piece with his fork and chewed it thoughtfully, "He makes kickass cake."
"As good as mine?" Kurt asked from in front of the fire as he defrosted.
"Never."
"Good," Kurt replied and moved to sit on the couch.
"By the way I'm taking you out for Valentine's Day," Dave said once Kurt was settled into the couch with a pencil and sketchbook in hand.
"No way," Kurt replied, "I refuse to be swept along in the absolute mess of love and then as always be a part of the chaos that happens after something goes wrong."
Dave frowned, "Why would something go wrong?"
"Valentine's Day always ends up in bitter disappointment," Kurt explained, "Every single year."
"What if I say that I'm taking you to a restaurant then for a walk around the park? I'll even tuck you in, put the electric blanket on and the heater on high that night if you stay over."
"Expensive restaurant?" Kurt asked and Dave just laughed.
"Sure."
"Then fine."
"You didn't need much convincing," Dave grinned and he sat at Kurt's feet on the couch.
"That's because I get a free meal plus the chance to walk it off," Kurt replied with a smirk and Dave just sighed, pulling Kurt's sketchbook out of his hands, "Hey!"
"You were supposed to come over for me not work," Dave said and moved to hover over Kurt.
"I suppose I can make some kind of deal," Kurt said and ran his hand down Dave's clothed chest.
"Mmm?" Dave hummed and kissed Kurt deeply, Kurt returning the kiss with equal passion.
"Give me an hour and I'm all yours," Kurt said when Dave went to kiss his neck.
Dave sighed and pushed himself off, "Whatever Kurt, I'm going to the study."
"Dave," Kurt said quietly but Dave just ignored him and went upstairs, "Dammit."
Their goodbye that night was tense, Kurt giving Dave a careful kiss before hurrying out into the waiting taxi. He looked back at Dave to give him the usual wave but found the front door shut with no Dave in sight.
"Relationship problems kid?" The taxi driver asked.
"You have no idea," Kurt replied and hugged his bag close.
The week passed in a haze of cake making and avoiding Dave. Kurt was overseeing the construction of the Valentine's Day display on the Saturday before the stupid day which, much to Tom's despair, was a week late in its assembly.
"Shit," Kurt groaned when the heart fell from the stand it was perched on and shattered over the floor. Pink frosting smeared onto the wood.
"Dessert's up! Maybe dessert's down is a better way of saying it."
"Shut up Teddy!" The entire staff, including Kurt, shouted.
"What am I going to do?" Kurt sniffed, willing the tears to disappear from his eyes but he couldn't help the few that dripped down his face.
"You're going to clean this up and start again," Tom said as he made his appearance, "Pull your balls out of your ass and concentrate Kurt."
"Yes, sir," Kurt murmured, feeling quite shocked at Tom's language and went to fetch a garbage bag and a mop.
Despite having the display finished by the day's end, Kurt was still feeling down after the wreckage prior. When he was called into Tom's office he was very close to shitting himself.
"Yes Tom?"
"Take a seat Hummel," Tom said, not unkindly.
"I'm sorry Tom, I didn't mean to drop it I swear," Kurt said and went on to ramble his apologies but Tom held his hand up.
"Kurt when I appointed you head designer I have to say I honestly expected better from you," Tom said with a tone of disappointment, "Now accidents happen but all week you've been in a completely different state of mind. Care to explain?"
"I had a fight with Dave but have I really been that absent minded?" Kurt asked and Tom nodded, "I am so sorry. From now on I'll be on my game I promise."
"I am hoping you can get back to the skills I know Kurt Hummel possesses with the late order that just rang in."
"Of course sir," Kurt nodded, "I'll get right on that."
With that, he ran out of the office in the manner of which a dog runs with its tail between its legs and ran smack bang into Claire who was apparently waiting for him in the kitchens.
"I'm so sorry Claire," Kurt apologised as he made sure she wasn't bleeding anywhere.
"It's okay. Erhm we've got a late order Kurt," Claire said in a small voice, "A very, very late order."
"Tom said we did so lay it on me," Kurt replied and Claire took a deep breath.
"They offered to pay triple the price for a bespoke cake and for a late order combined which puts us at one cake for the price of four."
"Get on with it," Kurt snapped, apologising instantly at Claire's expression.
"A couple got together twenty years ago on Valentine's Day watching Snow White and want a three foot wishing well cake complete with liquid chocolate in the bottom that they can scoop up with the chocolate bucket."
Kurt growled and threw down the hand towel, "Why can't people just shove their chocolate up their butts?"
Everybody in the kitchen paused at his outburst and he felt himself flush in embarrassment as well as due to the attention. Lisa rubbed his back soothingly as he took three deep gulping breaths and counted back from twenty-seven, a trick he learnt in university when he was extremely stressed. It was then he remembered Tom's words from moments ago.
"Alright," He finally said, "A three foot high wishing well?"
"Yes," Claire confirmed, looking very nervous like she expected Kurt to fly off the handle once more.
"I have tonight and all day tomorrow, plus Monday morning to do this," Kurt said more to himself, "We've got to make solid bricks of chocolate and layer them using cream perhaps. If that doesn't hold then double layer it with icing. Teddy are you writing this down?"
Teddy scrambled for his notepad and pen, jotting it all down hastily as Kurt threw out ideas for the cake. He quickly jumped on the computer to find a photo of Snow White's wishing well, printed it out and turned it into a sketch complete with little birds to sit on the side.
"Kurt, Dave's here," Claire's voice came and Kurt groaned.
"Oh not today," He mumbled and pressed the intercom, "Tell him to meet me in consult room two and that I can't stay long."
Kurt wiped his hands on his apron, grumbling the entire time and went out into the room. Dave looked utterly dejected at Kurt's appearance and Kurt's heart broke.
"What's wrong?" He asked immediately and Dave gestured to the couch, "Dave you're worrying me."
"Nothing's wrong," Dave replied joining him on the couch, "Just wondering when you get off."
"We just got a late order and I'm probably pulling an all nighter," Kurt said softly and Dave heaved a sigh, "Why?"
"I thought we could talk things out after last week if you weren't busy," Dave said and Kurt shook his head.
"I really don't have time."
"Kurt we can't leave things up in the air," Dave pleaded, "Do you still have Valentine's Day off?"
"I get the day off if I finish it by tomorrow night," Kurt informed him.
"You never have time for me," Dave said sadly.
"Dave, you're the one who wanted to take this slow remember?" Kurt huffed, "I haven't made a single move since you pushed me away other than becoming your official boyfriend."
"I know," Dave mumbled, "So if I asked to speed things up would that be okay?"
"We're not talking about this in my workplace," Kurt said and stood to walk out of the door but Dave stood up with him and grabbed his shoulders gently.
"I'm sorry Kurt," Dave said in a rush, "That's all I wanted to say. I'm sorry for getting mad at you. I know you're stressed and have a lot of work and I'm probably not helping."
Slowly, Dave leaned in for a kiss and Kurt responded slowly. They took the time to explore each other's mouths and Kurt groaned at the faint taste of coffee that Dave's mouth held.
"Monday night, five o'clock, you and I at the restaurant by the park. You know the one." Dave murmured, "I'll meet you there."
"Kay," Kurt sighed and Dave exited the room.
The Wishing Well Cake, infamous enough to earn capitals in its title, was still a work in progress by Sunday night and Kurt had told everybody to go home. He almost fell off his stool when Teddy smacked the big lights on.
"Bloody hell Teddy," Kurt gasped as he clutched a chocolate covered hand to his chest, "You stayed?"
"Of course I stayed," Teddy said, "I'm not a total dick."
"Questionable," Kurt shot back with a teasing grin and Teddy just laughed.
"What can I do?" Teddy asked.
"I've got to mix the grey dye into the chocolate and paint the bricks different shades," Kurt explained and the night progressed from there.
To say he was horribly tired after getting home at two in the morning and waking at eight was an understatement. He found Teddy quieter than usual but once they were both running on pure black coffee the rope and the bucket were attached and the chocolate was melted and poured into the bottom of the well.
"Wow," Everybody exclaimed when Kurt and Teddy showed off the final product.
"Cool isn't it?" Teddy asked and Kurt made a mental note to put in a good word for Teddy with Tom.
The couple who ordered it arrived not fifteen minutes after the pair had finished the cake.
"Kurt, the Smiths are here to pick that cake up," Claire's voice came through the intercom.
"Right," Kurt said and with three people lifting it, the cake was placed into an open box so the customers could view it. He wheeled it down to the front and found two men browsing the shop, "The uh Smith order?"
"That's us honey," The taller man exclaimed happily and they walked over to Kurt holding hands who suddenly felt bad for making a big deal out of this order, "I'm John and this is my husband Eoin. Is this the wishing well?"
"Of course," Kurt said and pushed the trolley over to them, "I hope it is okay for you."
"This is amazing!" John said and Kurt flushed under the praise.
"Thank you, it was no trouble at all," He replied and Teddy scoffed quietly behind him, "I hope you'll choose us again to make your perfect cake."
The door bell rang and Kurt looked over to find Dave standing there with a bouquet of pink and yellow roses.
"Customer?" Eoin asked in a teasing voice and moved his eyebrows in a seductive fashion.
"Ah no that's my boyfriend," Kurt clarified and shot Dave a small smile.
"My, my you are one lucky man," John gigged and turned to his husband, "Come on muscles, let's get this home for our anniversary party."
"And you young man," John continued running a finger across Kurt's smooth cheek, "Go give your boyfriend the Valentine's Day … and night of his life."
Kurt blushed to his roots at John's words and as they left, Kurt walked confidently up to Dave to give him a deep kiss that left them both gasping and Teddy whistling.
"Go to hell Teddy," Kurt shouted and chased him down the hallway stopping to take off his apron and wrap his coat around his body, "I'm out of here."
A chorus of goodbye followed Kurt back down to see Dave and they walked out onto the busy street.
"What's up, I thought we would meet at the restaurant at five?" Kurt asked and Dave just held out the roses.
"I wanted to spend the entire day with you," Dave said as Kurt sniffed the roses noting that there was also a single red rose in the middle of the pink and yellow, "I got uh pink because it means 'please believe me' when I say I'm sorry for getting mad at you. The yellow is for 'new beginnings' because I want to start over from the fight and red, well, it means I love you which, you know, I do."
"You love me?" Kurt choked as he looked down at the roses.
"I do, I love you Kurt," Dave said and quickly added, "You don't have to say it back but I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. That's why I want to spend all my time with you; because I love you."
"Thank you Dave," Kurt said, swooning like a lovesick teenager, "I really do want to say it but I feel it's too soon."
"It is fine," Dave grinned although he felt a little disappointed, and Kurt frowned "It's fine really."
"Dave let me very clear, I like you so much," Kurt said, a little bit forceful, "I am falling for you. Very hard at that."
"I think I'm alright with that," Dave smiled and took Kurt's free hand, "So I'm taking you for coffee because I know you got in late last night and then we're going to the cinemas where it's warm and after that, well we can go get some bread and feed the ducks down at the pond before our reservation."
"I am so lucky," Kurt said and stood up on his toes to kiss him once more before they headed off for much needed caffeine.
The movie was a romantic comedy which Kurt didn't mind so much as he got to cuddle into Dave's body through the duration. They had the entire theatre to themselves and took complete advantage, kissing deeply during the boring talking bits and keeping one ear on the door in case an employee came to check on them. Dave had bought jumbo sized popcorn and Kurt dug in, not bothering to think about the empty calories and salt that covered the surface.
They held hands in the market, Dave asking for loaves of nearly expired bread for a cheaper price much to the displeasure of the cashier who had to make a special call to get the loaves. The walk down to the park wasn't long and Kurt laughed as the ducks took scraps of bread out of his gloved hands.
"I'm starved," Dave complained as they walked around the park, "Dinner?"
"Yes please," Kurt said as he clutched his flowers.
The flowers sat in the middle of the table throughout dinner in which Dave ordered caviar without realising exactly what it was and spat it out with a disgusted expression while Kurt cackled.
"You knew what that disgusting stuff was," Dave accused and Kurt couldn't help but let out a tiny snort, "Oh my God that's adorable."
"Shut up," Kurt said but a smile remained on his face.
It was dusk when they made it out of the restaurant, giggling under the influence of the alcohol they consumed. Kurt slipped his fingers into Dave's larger hand and they walked happily down the busy streets and across the road to the park once more. The flowers were safely in Dave's grip and they found themselves sitting down in front of the lake, just enjoying each other's company.
A group of boys walked past the pair who has progressed from talking to just sitting quietly, cuddled up with each other and feeling the temperature drop.
"Fuck, it's the day fags get let loose," One boy said and Kurt sat upright and let go of Dave's hand, not taking it again even once the group were gone.
They walked back to Dave's in a tense silence. As soon as Dave unlocked the front door Kurt was in the house and stuffing his bag full of his sketches.
"You don't have to go," Dave said leaning on the archway that separated the hallway and the lounge room.
"I have a lot to do," Kurt mumbled and secured his bag on his shoulder, moving to walk past Dave.
"Kurt," Dave said quietly and grabbed his upper arms to stop him.
Kurt immediately started struggling against Dave's grip, his bag falling off his shoulder. His fists came up to hit Dave's chest and Dave just wrapped his arms around Kurt's back to hold him close. Kurt continued struggling, his breath coming heavy as he tried to get out of Dave's hold. They locked eyes and Kurt immediately went from trying to get out of Dave's hold to wanting to be closer.
They leaned in at the same time, viciously attacking each other's lips. Kurt's arms wound around Dave's neck as their mouths opened. Kurt pushed Dave into the cupboard door with a resounding bang and their tongues worked together. Breaking the kiss, Kurt kissed a steady line down to Dave's neck where he sucked a small red mark. He moved back up to kiss Dave again.
"Bedroom," Dave mumbled and Kurt pulled back.
"Yes," He replied simply and then it was a mad dash upstairs and into Dave's room.
They crashed onto the bed, Dave holding tightly onto Kurt so he wouldn't fall. They slowly worked to manoeuvre their bodies so they were lying on their sides and facing each other. Kurt gave Dave a small smile before shuffling closer so their bodies were lined up and pressed their lips together.
The kiss started out innocent, soft lips working against each other until Dave ran his tongue along the seam of Kurt's mouth and their kiss escalated into a full blown make out.
Dave felt Kurt's fingers play at the hem of his t-shirt and sat up so he could put it off. Dave did the same with Kurt's shirt, unbuttoning it steadily and then pulling his undershirt off and throwing it in the direction of the chair. They came back together and Kurt tilted his head back.
"Not too fast?" Kurt asked and Dave shook his head, letting his mouth run down Kurt's exposed neck.
Dave ran his hands down Kurt's milky skin and down his chest which had a layer of barely-there hair. He caressed Kurt's nipple which sent Kurt into a round of muttered swear words and he brought his own hands up to tangle in Dave's chest hair.
"You don't mind?" Dave asked and gestured down to his body.
"If I did mind do you think I'd still be here?" Kurt snapped and kissed him once more, "You're so hot."
Their chests were heated, bringing up the temperature between them. Kurt felt Dave's hard cock against his thigh and writhed when Dave's hand came down to massage his own hard on through his jeans. Kurt moaned into Dave's mouth and they stopped kissing, preferring to breathe into each other's mouth, just to breathe each other. Dave removed his hand and in an instant they were grinding hard together.
"Shit, shit, shit," Dave repeated as he thrust hard one, two, three and came with a filthy groan which sent Kurt over the edge seconds later and they panted in unison.
"Oh wow," Kurt said, breaking the silence.
"Shit I feel sixteen," Dave groaned, "Coming in my pants."
"No parents to catch you making out," Kurt amended, "So feeling sixteen isn't as bad as one would think in this situation and I feel like a teenager too because I've just come in my pants and I worked a month solid so I could afford these jeans and pay my utilities so …"
"Geez," Dave cut him off with a kiss, "You ramble a lot after sex or what?"
Kurt blushed and hid his head in Dave's chest mumbling, "Maybe. I need to change."
"Shower?" Dave asked and Kurt nodded, smirking as he did so.
Dave pushed himself up and used what strength he had left in his shaky body to pull Kurt up. He met him with a passionate kiss and they stumbled into the bathroom. Dave switched the taps on to the right temperature and they stripped quickly.
"I want you to do something for me," Dave mumbled against Kurt's lips once under the spray of water.
"Mmm," Kurt moaned, "What?"
"Move in with me?"