Warnings: Boy x boy smut, boy x boy, kissing, swearing.
A/N: Okay let's get Halloween going. This will switch POV quite a bit. Uhm the idea for the display did come from the show of which this fic is based on and Halloween is my favourite holiday so I'm going wild with it. So Christmas epilogue? The response to the last chapter was … well … it made me very lazy and not want to write this one. But thanks to those who favourite'd. I apologise for any mistakes.
I'll be doing the Christmas epilogue and then Unexpected Places kay?
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Glee or Choccywoccydoodah while I'm at it.
Chocolaterie
"Happy Halloween!" Teddy's voice carried from the front of the store followed by the unmistakable sound of two people kissing.
"Give it a rest," Kurt groaned through his blocked nose.
"You should really go home," Tom advised as he watched over the melting chocolate, "Rest for a few days and then come back ready to get into making the big book of spells and the zombie cat."
"Dog," Kurt coughed from the doorway, "Zombie dog. Not cat. Oh I can't leave if people don't know what to do."
"Kid, I've been doing this a lot longer than you," Tom said, "We've got your big sketch and your individual sketches for each part. We've got the words that are going on the pages of the spell book and we've got every recipe and tool. We'll need to help you put this together when you're better."
"But it's your busiest time," Kurt tried to argue, feeling a tingling sensation in his nose and pulled a tissue just in time for a series of sneezes, "I can't."
"Hummel, go home," Tom said sternly and Kurt looked reluctant to give in, "That's an order. I expect you back when you're better. Then we've got two weeks till Halloween."
"But…"
"Go!"
"Fine!" Kurt threw his hands in the air, "Getting kicked out of my own creations, that's just …"
Kurt stopped at the apron rack to sneeze rapidly into his hands and groaned as his head buzzed with what felt like a dozen bees. He quickly sought out the hand sanitiser next to the staff sink, dousing his hands heavily in the liquid. Kurt didn't bother to let them dry properly before he ripped off his apron, grabbed his bag and stalked out of the kitchen.
He stopped at the sight of Teddy wrapped behind Claire and looking over her shoulder at the computer screen. The pair looked up when Kurt started coughing again.
"And Teddy it's not Halloween for two weeks, get a life!" Kurt shouted and flounced out of the store leaving a shocked room behind.
"He gets cranky when he's sick doesn't he?" Claire said thoughtfully which caused Teddy to break from his slightly shocked state and laugh at Claire's words.
Kurt didn't have the patience or the tissues to brave the subway so he hailed a taxi and proceeded to give the driver constructive criticism about his driving all the way home. The driver was so disgruntled by the time Kurt hauled himself out that he took off as soon as Kurt slammed the door harder than he meant.
He climbed the steps, feeling his breath catch and he spluttered before searching for his keys and pushing the door open. Kurt dropped his bag by the door, toed his shoes off and walked into the study.
"Hey," Kurt said and spluttered as the use of his voice made his throat tickle.
Dave didn't look entirely sympathetic at the display, "I told you not to go into work today. Guess that sore throat turned into something worse huh?"
Kurt didn't bother responding, just let the tears well up in his eyes and in an instant Dave was pulling him into a hug.
"Shhh," Dave soothed as he ran his hands gently up and down Kurt's back, "You'll feel better in a few days."
"T-Tom kicked me out," Kurt sniffled into Dave's chest, "I didn't even have time to photocopy my notes or get my experimental book. H-He just t-told me to g-go home."
"You're sick Kurt," Dave said, "You need to rest. I know it's the worst time to get sick but you can't help it."
"It's all your fault," Kurt said and Dave pulled back from the embrace.
"Why?" He asked, partly smirking.
"You took me to that ridiculous Fall festival," Kurt mumbled and Dave laughed.
"Your immune system is better than that," Dave replied and patted Kurt's shoulder, "Come on, I'll make you some soup and you can sit on the couch for the rest of the day watching Disney movies."
"Musicals," Kurt corrected.
"C'mon, I don't wanna listen to The Sound of Music for the fiftieth time," Dave complained and Kurt cracked a smile, "I'll be there to put on lunch in a minute."
"Kay," Kurt sniffed and ended up snorting which sent Dave chuckling, "Shut up."
Once Dave had made their lunch and they were settled on the couch watching The Sound of Music, they finally had time to catch up.
"So how's Halloween going?"
"Good," Kurt said after he'd swallowed his soup, "We're going all out this year. Skulls, zombies and so on."
"Sounds creepy," Dave said and Kurt just grinned before a curious expression came over his face.
Kurt quickly put the bowl on the coffee, grabbed a tissue out of the conveniently placed box and sneezed quickly five times into it before groaning and flopping back against the couch while Dave rubbed his thigh soothingly.
"It'll be over soon," Dave said as Kurt returned to his soup.
"Not fast enough," Kurt replied darkly and watched as Maria ran down the tree lined lane singing 'I Have Confidence'.
Dave just grabbed Kurt's free hand and ran his thumb across his knuckles.
The next morning, Dave woke early and reached out to pull Kurt's body to his. He opened his eyes when he didn't find any familiar warmth, only the sheet below him. Dave reached over to shove his feet into his sleepers and wrap the fluffy dressing gown that Kurt had purchased for him around his body and stepped out into the hall.
That was when he heard the clanging downstairs. Dave hurriedly walked down the stairs and found Kurt which his butt sticking up and his head at the height of the oven.
"Uh Kurt?"
Kurt jumped, smacking his hand on one of the knobs for the stove and he clutched it in pain, "Why would you scare someone standing in front of the oven?"
"Why would you be baking something at half seven in the morning?" Dave said, looking exasperated.
"I can't just let the shop do all the work," Kurt huffed and pulled on an oven mitt.
Dave reached around Kurt and switched the oven off, pulling Kurt close.
"David!" Kurt said indignantly, "What are you doing?"
"Making sure you actually get better," Dave said and slapped Kurt on the butt with the oven mitt.
"I'm fine," Kurt stressed, coughing to prove Dave's point and he groaned.
"I'm going to take a shower and get ready for work," Dave said and shook his head.
"Oh on your way home from work can you pick up my big book with my experiment stuff?" Kurt asked and sneeze into his hand quickly with a look of disgust, "I want fix them up."
"You're insane!" Dave exclaimed and walked back up the stairs, looking back at Kurt who was reaching into the oven once more.
"So that's a yes?" Kurt asked over his shoulder.
"Yes," Dave said sarcastically and continued up the stairs.
The day was hectic for Dave who was not only fraught with worry about his better half's health but there was an ongoing legal battle involving a same-sex couple, one of whom had two children and somehow Dave was responsible for ensuring the welfare of them while their parents were in court.
Dave was quite happy to catch a taxi from his work building to the chocolaterie and was greeted cheerfully by Claire.
"Hey can you call Teddy down?" Dave asked and Claire nodded, speaking into the connected microphone to the kitchen.
Teddy came bounding down five minutes later as Dave was admiring one of the more promiscuous designs from the Chocolaterie.
"Dave! What's up?"
"Ah nothing much, just came to pick up a few things for Kurt," Dave said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Alright just come down the back, I'm in the middle of some Halloween stuff," Teddy explained and whistled at Claire as he walked past.
Teddy settled on a stool in front of a large tray which he said was some sort of fudge that the shop created with their own original recipe.
"So how's Kurt?" Teddy asked as he pushed Halloween cookie cutters into the fudge in front of him.
"He's fine," Dave said airily and looked around the kitchen before sitting down on the stool.
"Really?" Teddy smirked and Dave let out a small groan.
"Between you and me, he's already driving me mad," Dave muttered and Teddy let out a bark of laughter, "He's taken over the kitchen with his baking."
"That's Kurt alright," Teddy grinned, "So what did he send you for?"
"Just his book or folder or something," Dave said, trying to rack his brain for the specifics of Kurt's instructions.
"Ah the mysterious book," Teddy mused and wiped his hands on his apron and wandered off to the staff room while Dave waited behind.
Teddy returned with a giant black book which was almost bursting at the seams with notes. A few pictures fluttered to the floor and Teddy picked them up, looking curious. Catching Dave's eye he added, "He never lets anybody look at it."
"He's shy," Dave mentioned and took the book from the other man, finding it quite unexpectedly light.
"Yeah," Teddy laughed, "You headed home after this?"
"Yep."
"Alright, take two of these fudge things and get Kurt to taste them," Teddy said, grabbing two ghost shapes and putting them in a small paper bag.
"Thanks man," Dave replied and took the bag from Teddy, "See you."
"Have fun with Kurt," Teddy said with a smirk and Dave groaned, causing Teddy to laugh.
His phone started ringing just as he exited the shop and he fought to find his cell while carrying his briefcase and the paper bag. Dave frowned, noting that his work was calling.
"Hey Stuart, what's wrong?"
"Dave we just got a call from the Frank family, the one Millicent Scott was placed with," Stuart said over the phone and Dave's heart sunk.
"Again?" Dave asked and Stuart's silence confirmed his fears, "Alright I'll just go home and change and come back."
"Righteo Dave."
Dave groaned and stuck his hand out for a taxi. The traffic was mayhem due to an accident on the road out to the suburbs. Dave was a wreck by the time he walked up the path to the front door and collapsed against the wood as it shut.
"Hey sweetie!" Kurt greeted from down the hall and Dave felt a weight lift off him.
"Hi Kurt," Dave replied, throwing his briefcase into his study and pulled at his tie as he walked down into the lounge. He found Kurt cuddled up in Dave's favourite comforter watching a film.
"Tough day?" Kurt asked catching the expression on Dave's face.
"Just long," Dave said simply, kissing Kurt's head, "How are you feeling?"
"Better, my nose unblocked for a few hours," Kurt said and Dave made a face, "I've got stew cooking."
"I've actually got to go back to work to sort out some foster problems," Dave said and prepared for Kurt's wrath.
"What?" Kurt asked, trying to keep calm.
"One of my kids has run away and I've got police on me as well as legal and I need to get back so I can start searching."
Kurt took four very deep breaths and smiled pleasantly, "I guess I'll put some stew in the microwave for you to heat up."
"Thank you," Dave mumbled and pulled Kurt in for a hug, "You're awesome you know that?"
"I certainly do," Kurt said and Dave grinned.
"Your book is in my bag," He remembered quickly and Kurt's face lit up with a smile, "I also picked up some cold and flu stuff and Teddy gave me some fudge for you to test."
"I'm not taking it," Kurt said as he wandered down the hall in search of his book and Dave followed him, grabbing him around the middle in the study, "Dave!"
"I'm gonna tickle you until you take those capsules," Dave threatened in a deep but playful voice.
Kurt squealed as Dave's fingers played along the hem of his top and dove underneath the fabric. He kicked and doubled over half in shock, half in laughter.
"Nooooo Daaaave," Kurt giggled, "I'll wet myself!"
"Take the pills," Dave ordered as Kurt gasped to catch a breath.
"Okay, okay!" Kurt said and Dave immediately relinquished his hold, "I'll take them."
"Good," Dave said with an air of victory.
There was a knock on the door and both men turned their head in the general direction, "Will you get it please, I need to check the stew."
"Sure," Dave said and kissed Kurt's head before they went in opposite directions.
Dave pulled the door open and his jaw dropped at the sight of the young girl.
"You did say I could come anytime," The girl said, "Why are you looking so surprised.
"Uhhh," Dave said and the girl laughed, "Kurt!"
"Who's this?" Kurt asked as he padded out to the hallway to see what David was doing, "Dave?"
Dave scratched the back of his neck while the girl fidgeted, probably uncharacteristically Kurt noted, "Kurt, this is Millicent. Millicent this is my boyfriend."
"Millie actually," The girl said quickly and then shied away, "Hi."
"Hello Millie," Kurt said with a smile and then excused himself while he turned away to cough loudly, "I apologise."
"You're sick?" Millie looked horrified and backed out the open front door, "Uh I'll go. Dave I'm sorry I shouldn't have thought to come."
"Millie, why don't you go into my study? I'll talk to Kurt," Dave suggested and Millie nodded though she looked extremely reluctant to go into the room and shut the door behind.
"Care to explain?" Kurt asked hoarsely and Dave grinned sheepishly.
"She's supposed to be in foster care," He explained, "She's run away a few times and I thought this one would be just the same so I gave her my address and some money for a cab."
"So she's one of your kids?" Kurt asked and Dave nodded, "And let me guess, you told her she could stay here if there was ever a problem."
"Well yeah, I tell all my kids that," Dave said and sighed, "I can take her straight back if you want but this is my job."
"And this isn't a safe house," Kurt hissed and winced as his throat burned, "Fine, sort it out. I'm going back to wallow in my illness."
"Kurt," Dave tried and Kurt just waved him off behind his back as Millie reappeared from the study.
"I can go," She tried again and Dave shook his head, "He doesn't sound too happy having me here."
"He'll be fine, he's just pissed because he's sick," Dave said and then shot her a pleading look, "Don't tell him I said that and don't tell him I swore in front of you. He has a thing about that."
Millie laughed lightly and Dave ushered her back into the study and onto the small couch he had for moments like this. He made sure she was chewing on some lollies that were conveniently placed in his study before starting to question her. Dave then called Stuart and told him his plans before leading Millie down to the kitchen.
They found Kurt in the kitchen with three bowls of stew laid out on the bench and Dave shot him a look to which Kurt responded with a shrug, "I assumed she was staying."
"Thanks beautiful," Dave mumbled and kissed Kurt quickly on the lips and noticed Millie pointedly looking away, "This looks good. Millie we usually eat in front of the television but if you want to eat up at the counter you can."
"I'll eat with you guys," Millie said and Dave nodded, sitting down beside Kurt on the couch.
"So Millie, how old are you?" Kurt questioned and blew on his soup while he watched Millie look at Dave who nodded.
"Thirteen," Millie answered quietly and Kurt's eyes opened wide.
"You look younger than that. Maybe ten or eleven."
"Everyone says so," Millie grinned before her face fell once more as she remembered where she was.
"May I ask why you're here?" Kurt said and placed his spoon beside his bowl as Dave gave him a warning glance.
"Uh," Millie sounded out and looked nervously at Dave before dropping her gaze to the bowl, "I'm in foster care. I didn't like it so I ran away."
"Okay," Kurt said and finished the conversation despite his mind bursting with more questions.
He later led Millie up the stairs to the guest bedroom on the third floor which housed another two bedrooms and a bathroom.
"So I think there're some toothbrushes in the cupboard, there's towels and there's shampoo but no conditioner but I can get some."
"I'll be fine," Millie said and looked down at her dirty clothes.
"Oh uhm I'll bring up some shorts and a t-shirt for you to sleep in," Kurt mumbled awkwardly and walked out of the room as fast as he could.
Dave looked absolutely exhausted by the time Kurt crept into their bedroom. He had a manila folder resting on his lap.
"Is that Millie's file?" Kurt questioned and blew his nose into one of his Aloe Vera tissues and groaned at the buzzing in his head, his ears blocking briefly.
"Yeah," Dave yawned, "I don't know what to do with her Kurt. Part of me wants to keep her here, safe and sound and away from the foster world."
"I thought as much," Kurt said and silence fell as he changed into his pyjamas and wriggled into bed, "We have quite a lot going on with her don't we?"
Dave caught Kurt looking at the file, "We do. She's got such a bad attitude that I'm surprised foster families take her in but she's scared. She's shy around people at first but the third or so meeting and she's already back talking."
"I guess we're still waiting for that huh?" Kurt asked sleepily.
Dave took pity on Kurt and switched his light off five minutes later, the folder resting on the bedside table. He turned on his side so he was spooning Kurt and pulled him close, his left hand rubbing soothing patterns on Kurt's belly.
"Dave?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you want kids?"
Dave looked up at the back of Kurt's head and paused in his mission to get Kurt to sleep, "Someday. I think I'd like to adopt more than do the whole surrogate thing. Maybe aged about 10 or something or as old as Millie even. Nobody really wants to adopt her because she's already a teenager."
"Yeah that'd be good," Kurt mumbled, "How many?"
"Kids? Uh maybe three or four. You?"
"Mmm we were both without brothers or sisters, I want mine to have siblings."
Dave smiled and resumed swirling invisable patterns on Kurt's skin, "I love you Kurt."
"I love you too."
They were asleep in minutes.
Dave took Millie to work for the next few days, leaving Kurt in an empty house bored out of his mind. He did check over his book to make sure everything was still intact and let out a sigh of relief when he found nothing changed.
Kurt went back to work after five days off and found that despite nothing permanent yet, Dave, Millie and himself had found a decent routine.
"Back to work today?" Dave mumbled sleepily and rolled over to find Kurt buttoning his shirt.
"Afraid so," Kurt said, "I'm feeling a lot better and it's far too close to Halloween to be taking any more time off."
"Just don't push yourself," Dave said and Kurt climbed onto the bed to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
"Make sure Millie eats at least two full meals today," Kurt instructed, "She looked a bit peaky and I've probably gotten her sick."
"Don't worry about her," Dave said, not hiding his grin, "What time do you want dinner on?"
"I'll be home about six," Kurt said and with a final kiss, he hopped off the bed and walked out of the room.
Millie was already up by the time Kurt got downstairs. She was holding a bowl of cereal and watching The Lion King which seemed to be the early morning entertainment for kids. Kurt heard her singing along softly to Hakuna Matata and smiled to himself.
"What are the plans for today Millie?" Kurt asked kindly trying not to make Millie jump but she gave a little flinch.
"Nothing," Millie replied softly, grasping the bowl tightly.
"Are you going to work with Dave?"
"Probably. He might just let me go out on my own till he finishes."
Kurt frowned at this and with a sudden thought in his head, he stomped back upstairs to his bedroom and kneeled on the mattress.
"Dave," Kurt hissed and Dave groaned in his sleep, "David."
With a sharp prod to Dave's chest, Kurt's boyfriend finally opened an eye, "I thought you left."
"I want to take Millie with me today," Kurt said quietly in case Millie had decided to come upstairs.
"Weren't you the one who had a tantrum because she came here?" Dave asked with a knowing smirk and Kurt just waved him off.
"Details," He huffed and placed his hands on his hips, "So can I?"
"Go ahead, means I get to sleep in."
"You, sir, will be getting up soon to go to work," Kurt poked Dave again, harder than before and left with a chuckle, "Millie how about coming into work with me?"
Millie sat up a little higher and looked around at Kurt behind her, "Really?"
"Yep, go get your shoes on," Kurt said and couldn't help the smile that came over his face as he packed his lunch when Millie scarpered up the stairs.
Kurt and Millie hurried into the shop, Millie stopping just in the doorway with her jaw dropped at the interior. Kurt was rattling a list of things to be done to Claire and looked over briefly to see Millie analysing the old Summer display. He stopped talking and wandered to where she was standing.
"Do you like it?" He questioned and Millie looked up to him with wide brown eyes.
"It's pretty,"
"It's made entirely out of chocolate," Kurt told her and her eyes widened even more.
"How?" She inquired and Kurt patted her shoulder.
"Why don't you come down to the kitchens with me and I'll show you huh?" He suggested and Millie nodded excitedly.
Kurt didn't realise Millie had grabbed his hand until they had reached the kitchens. She let go with a slight blush and looked around at the half finished Halloween decorations as well as the special orders that were being created in the room.
"Kurt you're back!" Teddy shouted out and Kurt let out a heavy breath when Teddy gave him a smothering hug.
"Teddy get back to work," Tom's voice came from the doorway, "Good to see you back Kurt."
"It's good to be back Tom," Kurt replied cheerfully and introduced the girl that was standing partially behind him, "This is Millie, she's staying with Dave and I for a while."
"Hello Millie," Tom said kindly and Millie waved in reply.
"So what have you done?" Kurt asked, going to the back bench where all the sculptures had to sit and dry out.
"We've done all the little things like the wands, the chocolate frogs and a few skulls which played around with your designs," Tom explained and Kurt inspected the skulls.
"I think we should try adding in some darker colour to create the really decayed look," Kurt said, "Maybe some greys or dusted reds to make dried blood."
Millie watched as Kurt grabbed a thin paintbrush, some dark grey paint and slowly traced an uneven circle on the head with some lines leading off it and held it up for inspection.
"Definitely looks more realistic," Tom concluded, "If you can sculpt some today in white and add some decayed muscle or something that would be good. Then we can figure out what needs to go in the window."
"Will do," Kurt said and looked over to Millie as Tom wandered away, "Do you want to stay here and make something or go out to the shop floor with Claire?"
"Can I help?" Millie asked shyly and Kurt shook his head.
"Sorry but I can give you the ingredients for your own cake and we can take it home to Dave," Kurt suggested and Millie nodded.
They set to work fifteen minutes later. Kurt had Teddy constructing the structure out of foam for the skulls and instructed him to keep Millie entertained. He hunted down his sketches and set about cutting out the body and carving the head shape for his zombie dog.
"Uh Kurt, what do I do now?" Millie asked and Kurt looked up to see her hands decorated with chocolate.
"Eat it," Teddy said and Millie looked at him weirdly, "Ha, just lick it. It's so good."
There is no way that chocolate is so good."
"Well Kurt changed the original recipe to the one now but won't reveal any of his secrets," Teddy said, giving a glare and Millie laughed.
Millie tentatively poked her tongue out to lick at her fingers and looked at the chocolate in disbelief, "It's really good."
Kurt kept Millie busy with spare chocolate for most of the day and decided to leave early much to the shock of his colleagues.
"I've got to get Millie back," Was his response.
"Not to mention you were sick and need to take it easy so it doesn't happen again so soon," Tom chimed in from his office and Kurt nodded.
The thought of a gift for Dave as a thank you for taking care of him struck just as Kurt and Millie went through the door to the store.
"What do you think Dave would like as a thank you gift?" Kurt asked Claire who just shrugged and went back to her computer, "Thanks for nothing."
"Flowers," Millie suggested and Kurt wrinkled his nose, "What? Just because he's a big guy doesn't mean he won't like 'em."
"You have a point," Kurt said and looked at the rows of chocolate in front of him, grabbing a few bars of Dave's favourite, "But just in case..."
"Hello handsome," Kurt sang when he arrived and he found Dave in his study, placing the bouquet of flowers on his own desk. Millie walked past them down the hall.
"Hey Kurt," Dave replied and looked up from his paperwork to give Kurt a kiss.
Kurt deepened the kiss eagerly and thrust himself into Dave's lap so he could wrap his arms around the larger man.
"Mmm," Dave groaned and Kurt pulled back with a huge smile on his face, "What was that for? Shit did I miss our anniversary?"
"No," Kurt laughed and hopped up to grab the flowers from the other desk, holding them out to Dave and continued speaking at Dave's curious expression, "I remember you said that you didn't think they were girly and no one had ever got you flowers for anything so I thought I would thank you for looking after me. I got you chocolate too."
"Kurt," Dave said with a grin and leaned up for another kiss, "I love you."
"Love you too," Kurt replied and moved in for another deep kiss.
"Do you two mind?" Millie's voice came from the hallway and Dave let out a deep moan as Kurt suckled on his neck, "Gross."
Kurt sighed and pulled back from Dave to look out into the hallway, "Millie you do understand that Dave and I are together romantically."
"So? Doesn't mean I have to see it," Millie replied sharply and turned to run through the lounge and up the stairs.
"I'll go and talk to her," Dave said and Kurt shook his head, already walking out to the staircase.
"Hey Millie, can I come in?" Kurt asked through the door and heard a resounding thud, "Millie?"
"Yeah fine, it's your house," Millie's response came with a solemn tone and Kurt rolled his eyes.
He found Millie sitting at the desk with one of the old books Dave had in storage.
"So do you have a costume for Halloween?" Kurt asked kindly, trying to find a starting point for the conversation.
"Nope," Millie swung her legs on the desk chair in her allotted room.
"Any thoughts?" Kurt asked Millie who stared at him with a frown and he sat down on the bed, "I used to be pretty good at making clothes."
"So?" Millie questioned and Kurt sighed, remembering that teenagers were absolute shits most of the time.
"So I was thinking about making you something."
Millie blew her fringe from her eyes, "Why would you do that? You hate me. You want me gone. I'm too old for you."
"I never said that," Kurt said quietly, "The conversation you're referring to was private for one and two, we were talking about our future together with children."
"I heard you Kurt!" Millie stood up and yelled, "You said, 'we have enough going on without her!' That nobody would want to adopt me!"
"With her and we decided to adopt a few older kids," Kurt corrected and gestured for Millie to sit down, "Now can you stop yelling and listen for a moment? Millie, answer me."
"Yes," She agreed sullenly.
"And try to change your tone," Kurt demanded before softening his voice, "I don't care that I'm not your father and frankly I'm happy I'm not. Now you're in our house remember? We can easily send you back into foster care if you're not happy staying a while with two gay men and find our lifestyle disgusting or something."
"I'm sorry Kurt," Millie said, looking down at her feet, "It's not disgusting, just weird. I've never met anyone who was gay before. Just looks weird, two guys making out."
"You have a horrible temper," Kurt said with a chuckle and Millie smiled weakly, "We can cut back on the PDA for now if it makes you feel a bit better. Now what do you think about being the devil for Halloween?"
Kurt exited Millie's room fifteen minutes later to find Dave sitting on one of the comfortable armchairs looking out at the balcony. Dave looked up and gestured for Kurt to sit on his lap, hugging him around the middle.
"I'm so not cut out for fatherhood," Kurt sighed and Dave chuckled.
"I thought you did pretty good," Dave complimented and Kurt snuggled back against him, "So she stays? At least until I've figured stuff out and applied to all the right things, then we can talk about adoption."
"Sounds good," Kurt agreed and traced Dave's fingers, "What do you think of going green?"
"Green?"
"For Halloween," Kurt said with an air of superiority, "I could make you the Hulk."
Dave sighed, "Whatever you want. I'm your Ken doll when it comes to holidays apparently."
"Yes you are," Kurt mused and craned his neck to kiss Dave.
Dave couldn't believe how the Manhattan Chocolaterie could be transformed from a bright and bubbly summer theme to a scary Halloween party. The window display housed two coffins, a big cake that formed a spell book, a zombie dog and several creepy looking webs made out of white chocolate that covered a variety of things such as ...
"They're wands," Kurt said, pointing at the jar of long brown sticks with darker handles when Dave had questioned him, "Come on, let's start the party."
The Halloween party for the store was a big success. Music blasted through the kitchen and into the staff room and Millie couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the three foot high cake decorated in a Nightmare Before Christmas theme.
"You've never seen The Nightmare Before Christmas?" Dave asked, almost in disbelief and Millie just shook her head.
"Hey Millie!" Claire bounced her way over, looking more sexy than scary in her nurse outfit.
"Claire what are you wearing?" Kurt asked as Dave led a shocked Millie away, "Tacky."
"It is not tacky," Claire insisted, "It's a classic."
"Yeah so is a scary old witch with warts and a broomstick," Kurt mumbled.
"Well what are you supposed to be?" Claire asked, looking down her nose at Kurt's fully black attire.
"I'm a ninja," Kurt said proudly, "Dave said if he had to be green, I had to dress in something plain and make it work."
"Yeah sure," Claire rolled her eyes and turned away.
The night consisted of games which Kurt had to participate in including mouth to mouth passing of the pink chocolate balls that acted as witch's warts and burst with a creamy caramel filling that was supposed to be an alternative to pus. This game had Dave seething when Kurt was mouth to mouth with one of the young delivery guys.
"Jealous?" Kurt had asked him once it was over and Dave tried to deny it.
"Definitely."
'Perhaps you should make your mark then," Kurt said suggestively and Dave took a moment to check out Kurt's sinfully tight black jeans.
"Claire, look after Millie," He shouted over the music and grabbed a giggling Kurt's hand.
"I'm not a child!" Millie called after the pair who were acting like a couple of teenagers.
"God you look hot," Dave said once they were in a consult room. He pushed Kurt up against the wall, pulling the top of his black turtleneck jumper down to suck on his neck.
"Mmm Dave, kiss me," Kurt moaned and Dave complied happily.
They spent a few moments with their tongues attached before Kurt made the first thrust into Dave's groin. Dave pushed back and helped Kurt jump up to wrap his legs around Dave's waist.
"God the things you do to me," Kurt said as he pulled back a little breathless and felt Dave's hands knead his ass.
"You do the same things to me," Dave replied, returning to suck on Kurt's neck.
"Maybe we should cool off," Kurt suggested and Dave reluctantly nodded, "So we can tell Millie our plan with the staying thing and then fuck tonight yeah? Quietly I suppose but still, I want you in me."
"God yes," Dave groaned and kissed Kurt once more before pulling away, "You have green all over your face."
"I'll say nobody noticed it before," Kurt said, shrugging, "It's dark in there."
"Kurt Hummel telling a lie?" Dave asked with a awe struck expression which faded into a cheeky grin when Kurt nudged him ... hard, "Ow!"
"Get over it," Kurt said, poking his tongue out, "Come on, we'll go get Millie."
They found Millie sitting beside Claire who was waiting for Teddy to come back with drinks.
"Millie, will you come outside with us for a minute?" Kurt asked, pulling Millie away from gazing at the chocolate fountain.
"This is amazing!" Millie exclaimed and Kurt laughed, grabbing her hand and leading her down to the main store with Dave, "Uh what's wrong?"
"We want you to consider staying with us until we have a chance to divulge the particulars of your case," Kurt said
"What does that mean?"
"We've talked about it," Dave said and Millie was wide-eyed, "And I have permission, while I'm figuring things out, to tell you that you can stay with us."
"You want me to stay?"
"Yes. Until David sorts everything out at least, then we'll talk about proper adoption if you'd like," Kurt said, looking mildly surprised as Millie hugged him around the middle.
Kurt didn't know how he went from having a crappy apartment, limited money and his only family living in Ohio to a family of his own in a New York townhouse but he sure wasn't complaining. He looked over to Dave and they locked eyes. He was so in love with his family.