Warnings: Uhm fluff, some swearing and boy x boy smut.
A/N: Yay! I had a few more reviews for the last chapter and got through this pretty fast. So this is the final chapter/epilogue which will be Christmas a year after Dave and Kurt found each other. I also made up the school that Millie will go to and so on. Thanks to everyone who followed this story, it's my Kurtofsky baby. Sorry for the mistakes!
Thank you to 'midlifecrisses' who inspired me to finish this with their unexpected review!
Unexpected Places will not be updated until either my Autumn break or Winter break (to that delightful anonymous reviewer who is desperate for one). I know its a pain but I've just started my first year of university and my dog has just had puppies so that's not a definite but it's most likely. I'll try and finish the chapter I've got going in my spare time and it'll be up whenever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Chocolaterie
It was freezing cold in the house by the time Kurt gained enough motivation to roll away from Dave's warm body and out of the nest of blankets he had created. He dressed with thermal pants below his more roomy jeans, pulled on a long sleeved top and wrapped Dave's hoodie around his body before tip-toeing down the wooden stairs.
Kurt cursed the snow as he watched it fall outside the large windows of the lounge room and his eyes flickered to the fireplace which was not lit and the source of Kurt's freezing. Once the wood was set ablaze, Kurt went about making himself a cup of much needed coffee.
"Why is it so cold?" Millie complained as she came down the stairs, one of her oversized hoodies pulled down her body.
Kurt had dragged her and Dave out for a shopping trip once the word came that he and Dave could adopt and neither of them had been too impressed with his suggestions so Millie went forward with her own choice much to his chagrin, "I just lit a fire. Have some porridge and it'll warm you up."
Millie followed Kurt's instructions and watched him zoom up and down the stairs getting ready for work. Dave appeared not long after Kurt packed his messenger bag with a sleepy expression.
"Morning beautiful," He mumbled, pulling Kurt in for a hug.
"Morning bad breath," Kurt replied cheekily.
"Hey!"
"I'm joking," Kurt covered and giggled to himself as Dave went to get some much needed coffee before joining Millie at the bench.
"Millie you have an interview with Frits Girls' School and Height Public School today," Dave informed the girl who curled her lip up in disgust, "Sorry kid, you need to go back to school."
"At least you have a choice of public or private," Kurt added and Millie shrugged, "What schools have you gone too?"
"I was homeschooled for a while," Millie said shortly and let her spoon clatter into the bowl, "I'm going on my computer."
As Millie ran up the stairs, leaving her bowl sitting on the table, Kurt turned to Dave, "I told you that computer was a bad idea."
"She'll need it for school!"
"She's thirteen!" Kurt countered and Dave just shrugged, "At thirteen I was learning to iron my pants into a perfect crease not illegally downloading music and talking to paedophiles."
"I doubt she's talking to paedophiles Kurt," Dave snorted into his eggs and Kurt narrowed his eyes.
"I'm going to work," Kurt informed his boyfriend, planting a short kiss on Dave's lips and flouncing down the hallway, out the front door and into the snow.
The Chocolaterie was mayhem. Tom decided not to close the shop for the new Christmas display to go up and Kurt had to weave in between workers, customers and four men delivering the first December shipment. He took a deep breath when he reached the safety of the kitchens.
A new young woman, Anita, had started at the shop and was currently being trained for a junior assistant position. Teddy was most put out when Anita had been assigned to shadow Kurt and complained the entire day after Tom announced the new addition to their team.
"Hi Kurt," Anita said cheerfully and Kurt smiled at the bubbly figure.
"Morning Anita," Kurt replied as he wrapped his apron around his waist, "So today I'm going to craft two small snowmen out of Styrofoam and you can watch me while you start the Christmas cupcakes that are needed for a client's Christmas party. The details should be in the bookings folder in consult one."
"Okay," Anita replied simply, the cheerful tone still evident in her voice.
Teddy appeared out of nowhere, looking grumpy, "How can someone be so goddamn happy this early?"
"Once upon a time you were just as ... upbeat," Kurt said and Teddy stared at him.
"I am so sorry," Teddy said in a solemn tone and Kurt laughed.
"Perk up and start on the butterfly cake won't you? Someone's poor kid has their birthday so close to Christmas."
Kurt managed to juggle a treat for Dave and Millie along with his overflowing messenger bag, his book and his keys when he returned home. He was surprised when the door was already unlocked and called out uncertainly.
"Dave," Kurt said as Dave poked his head out of the study, "What are you doing home?"
"I had to take Millie to her interviews," Dave explained and looked at the wrapped plate in Kurt's hands, "For me?"
"For all of us," Kurt clarified.
"So for Millie and I?"
"Yes," Kurt laughed and leaned up to kiss Dave, "Mmm when was the last time we had sex?"
"Halloween night," Dave answered quickly and realised what he was saying, "How is that possible?"
"No idea but tonight, you're so getting some," Kurt teased and swayed his hips as he walked into the kitchen leaving Dave with his mouth hanging open.
Dave ended up crawling into bed at two in the morning due to an emergency at one of the youth hostels he was keeping an eye on. Kurt groaned when the light flickered on and opened one eye to see Dave stripping off his jacket and jeans.
"How'dtg?" Kurt mumbled sleepily as Dave cuddled up to him once he was changed.
"Horrible but we've dealt with it," Dave whispered and Kurt stroked his hip softly, "Go to sleep baby."
"Mkay. Love you."
It was a week later when Millie finally got the call that she was accepted into Frits Girls' School and she looked remotely disappointed at the prospect of wearing uniforms.
"Do you know how much it sucks starting a new school in December?" Millie asked as she fingered her long fringe while Kurt pinned the hem of her tunic.
"I started a new school during my junior year in December and it wasn't entirely bad," Kurt said, his mind flashing with memories from his beginnings at Dalton.
"Why did you change schools?"
"Crap!" Kurt shouted, stabbing himself with a pin and he blinked away the tears as quickly as they came from the stinging.
Dave looked up from his laptop and caught Kurt's eye before speaking, "I had a few issues and Kurt transferred because of them."
"What happened?" Millie questioned as Kurt sucked his pierced finger into his mouth.
"Uh well..." Dave trailed off, "Kurt'll explain it better."
"Basically David was having identity issues and took his anger out on me rather than a punching bag as he should have," Kurt said and Dave looked guilty, "But God we're so far past that now."
"When did you guys come out?" Millie asked and Kurt slid the final pin into the heavy fabric, securing the hem.
"Sophomore year," Kurt said shortly, trying to leave the subject alone as he caught Dave's eye again and instructed Millie to run upstairs and change, "Bring back your skirts!"
They could hear Millie climbing up the stairs and Kurt turned his gaze on Dave, "You know you don't have to be ashamed or anything when those circumstances are brought up."
"Can't help it," Dave said gruffly and pushed his laptop onto the coffee table so he could stand up, "Do you want me to start dinner?"
"Mmm yes please," Kurt said, looking through Millie's measurements in the notebook, "Something warm like mashed potatoes and lots of vegetables?"
"Sounds good," Dave said, kissing the top of Kurt's head and making his way into the kitchen as Millie returned with an expectant expression.
"I am not making them up to your thighs," Kurt warned, "If you want them like that then you can do them yourself."
"But Kuuuurrrttt," Millie pouted.
"No way," Kurt said and pushed a pin through the material, "Is that okay? It's to your knee at the moment."
"I guess," Millie sighed and Kurt glared, "Yes it's fine."
"Good," Kurt said smugly, "I trust you'll grow a bit more too then I can take them down."
"But!" Millie protested and Kurt shot her another look while Dave chuckled, cutting up the carrots.
It was halfway through dinner when the phone rang and Millie jumped up to answer it. Dave and Kurt exchanged a look.
"I'd say she's settled in rather well," Kurt said offhandedly and Dave grinned, shovelling in another bite of his meat.
Millie held out the phone to Kurt, "Says he's your Dad."
Kurt sputtered on his wine and grabbed the phone, pushing away from the table as he greeted his father quickly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong kiddo," Burt replied and Kurt frowned at the name, walking down the hallway and into the study.
"Then what's with the random call?" Kurt asked, his panic fading, "I usually ring you to confirm flights and stuff the week before I come. Well in this case it'll be all of us."
"All of us?" Burt questioned and Kurt groaned, "What's going on?"
"Uh Dave and I kind of tookakidin," Kurt blurted out quickly and Burt made him repeat his statement, "Okay fine, Dave and I offered a room to a thirteen year old girl who is one of the kids he's responsible for and we're in the process of adopting her."
There was silence on the end of the line before a low, "Wow."
"Yeah tell me about it," Kurt mumbled and he heard his Dad tell Carole in the background.
"Kurt!" Carole's voice came on and Kurt gave a small sigh, "Congratulations!"
"Thanks," Kurt said, grinning despite himself.
"You'll have to tell us all about her."
"Oh I'm sure I will," Kurt said, "We're at the stage where all we do is talk about her to our co-workers."
"I can believe that," Carole giggled, "So what are you planning for Christmas?"
Kurt noted the carefulness in her tone, "Uh we're just spending the night together watching Christmas movies, Dave and I will do our presents after we kick Millie off to bed."
"Presents eh?" Carole giggled again and Kurt coughed, "Sorry honey, couldn't resist. Your Dad and I wanted to ask you about something."
When Kurt returned to the kitchen, he found Millie gone and Dave sitting, finishing his dinner.
"What was that about?" Dave asked as he placed his cutlery down on the plate.
"Dad and Carole want to come for Christmas instead of me going to Ohio," Kurt grumbled, "Crap I hadn't even mentioned the idea of a kid to them. Now we've got a teenager who's starting school tomorrow, full time jobs and ..."
"And one spare bedroom which they can go in for a few days," Dave said and Kurt inhaled deeply, "Kurt's it's fine."
"Now I've got to try and get Christmas Eve off at least and that's usually when we sell out."
"I've already got Christmas week off," Dave said calmly, "I'm pretty sure I can entertain your parents Kurt."
Kurt chewed his honey carrots thoughtfully, "I suppose. Forgive me if I'm skeptical about leaving my parents alone with you and a teenager."
"I still think we should wait to send Millie to school for the next semester," Dave said and Kurt rolled his eyes, "What? She's going to have three weeks at school, then Christmas holidays. There's no point."
"It'll give her a chance to figure out if she likes it," Kurt said, "We've had this conversation."
"Yeah I know, I'm just worried about her," Dave said, casting his gaze to the ceiling when rock music came floating downstairs, "She's not like either of us were."
"Mmm I can agree with that," Kurt said, pushing his empty plate away, "Should we bother getting her down to do the dishes or shall I just do them?"
"Depends whether or not you want a pissed off teenager for the rest of the night," Dave said with a cocky grin.
A few days later Kurt was sketching out the plan for the final centrepiece for the Christmas display while jotting down a list of things he wanted to do for his and Dave's anniversary which they had agreed would be Christmas Eve.
"He's just in there," The substitute receptionist's voice floated through, "Mr. Hummel, your … partner is here."
Kurt looked up as Dave came through to the staff room, hiding his list quickly, "Thank you Ava."
"Yeah thanks," Dave mumbled and shut the door as soon as Ava left.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Kurt questioned, tilting his head up for a kiss and Dave pulled back looking nervous, "What happened?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Dave said, "Millie's orientation went fine, she's currently in her English class right now."
"Okay," Kurt replied and Dave looked guilty, "What's that look for?"
"My Dad called," Dave blurted out, "He and Julia wanted to come see us for Christmas."
"Shit!" Kurt shouted, causing the kitchen staff to glance up, "Sorry."
Dave sat down next to Kurt and put his head in his hands, "We can tell them to get a hotel."
"David," Kurt chastised, "We're not putting your parents in a hotel."
"Well we can't put them in the fireplace can we?" Dave said and groaned, "I am not giving up my bed."
"Millie can sleep on the couch for a few days," Kurt suggested, "Or we can give them our bed which we would because they're your parents."
"I'm not letting them anywhere near our bed Kurt," Dave said in an urgent tone, "We have sex on that bed!"
"David!"
Dave winced at Kurt's tone, "Well we do. How would you like to sleep in Burt and Carole's bed?"
"I see your point," Kurt said, pursing his lips, "We'll ask Millie to sleep on the couch or we'll go and buy a rollaway bed to put in the study."
"I guess," Dave replied and leaned back against the couch in the staffroom.
"Anything else on this delightful visit?" Kurt questioned, picking up his sketchbook once more.
"Did I say I loved you?" Dave asked and Kurt felt his stomach flutter.
"Nope but I'd like to hear it anyway," He said happily, turning so he could connect their lips.
A whistle, unmistakably from Teddy, came from the kitchens and Kurt broke the kiss smiling, "I love you."
"Love you too," Dave replied and pushed himself up, "Are you home first?"
"Yes. I'll put dinner on if you have any preference."
"Stir fry?"
"Fine," Kurt rolled his eyes and waved as Dave walked out.
"To be young and in love," Teddy gushed when Kurt went back into the kitchen.
"I could say the same," Kurt mumbled while Anita gave Teddy bedroom eyes from across the counter and Teddy coughed.
"I am not leaving Claire," Teddy said, putting a little too much force behind cutting the base for the Christmas tree, leaving a sizable chuck at the base.
Kurt just smirked, "Make sure you cover that up before it goes into the window."
"Got it boss," Teddy snarled, evening out the corners of the tree which made Kurt crack up with laughter and caused him to end up with chocolate splattered on his face.
Kurt found himself driving to the airport to pick up both sets of parents who bought their tickets for flights an hour apart. He left the Chocolaterie in full swing and felt bad for the lack of staff they had.
"Dad!" Kurt jumped up and down, waving madly at Burt and Carole.
"Hey kid," Burt said, pulling Kurt into a one-armed hug of which Carole joined.
"It's good to see you Kurt," Carole said.
"You too," Kurt replied, "How was the flight?"
"A pain," Burt complained, "Three babies, nine screaming kids and ..."
"A partridge in a pear tree," Carole chimed in, Kurt laughing at the pair of them.
"So Paul and Julia should land fairly soon I hope," Kurt said, looking up at the board of arrival times, "I left Dave in charge of dinner and Millie is doing God knows what."
"Oh yes," Carole said excitedly, "Tell us about Millie!"
"Well she's one of the kids Dave looked after, one that he organised and checked up on in foster care," Kurt said and once he started talking he couldn't stop until Paul and Julia had arrived.
Kurt was surprised when he was pulled into a hug by Paul and then by Julia.
"Hi," He greeted nervously, "How was your flight?"
"Wonderful Kurt," Julia said and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "I want to hear all about Millie and your life with our David."
Kurt discovered Dave's stepmother was actually quite nice and bubbly but suspected she would be one of those people who couldn't function without their coffee in the morning. David was there to greet them at the door and took them inside to a wonderfully made dinner.
Millie looked at the bigger crowd nervously as she was introduced to each set of parents with a meek, "Hello."
"Don't let the shyness fool you," Kurt mumbled to his Dad who chuckled.
Dave and Kurt took on the duty of cleaning up after Millie ran off upstairs while the parents chatted to them. Dave pulled Kurt to his body just out of sight of the lounge room and kissed him deeply.
"Mmm," Kurt moaned and then pushed away from his boyfriend, "Ahh no."
"Kurt I want you," Dave whined and pushed out his bottom lip.
"I'm not having sex while both our families and Millie are in the house," Kurt hissed and threw the dish towel at Dave's face.
"But Halloween Millie was here," Dave argued, dodging the cloth.
"That was an error in itself."
"How the hell was it an error? I remember giving you the orgasm of your life."
"Shut it," Kurt snarled and Dave grinned, "Fine, Christmas Eve, competition to see who can keep quiet."
"Hell yes," Dave chucked and pulled Kurt into a bear hug.
Kurt pushed him away playfully, "Dad and I are going for a drive tomorrow. I'm getting off work early."
"My turn to entertain our relatives?"
"Indeed."
Kurt watched as people looked on in awe of the Christmas display. He had a last minute consult coming in who seemed to not be coming in at all by his last glance at the clock.
"Rough holiday?" Claire asked Kurt who was perched on the second chair behind the register.
"Busy," Kurt corrected and checked his watch to see if it matched the clock, "I have David's and my anniversary cake sitting on the bench and I should've been decorating it by now."
"You get through consults quick but not that quick," Claire said and smiled at the customer who came up to the counter, "Hi, how are you?"
Kurt checked the clock again and huffed, "Well I'm not waiting any longer. Tell them, if they ring, to reschedule when I'm back from my holiday."
With a groan, Kurt pushed himself off the chair and stalked down to the kitchens. He fixed his apron and walked to the fridge where his anniversary cake was sitting. His eyes went wide when he found the chocolate cake with a completely different design on it.
"Attention!" He called out and the staff looked up at him, "Who decorated the chocolate cake?"
Anita slowly raised her arm from where she sat icing one of the many Christmas cakes, "I did."
"Why?"
"I thought..."
"Did I ask you to decorate that cake?"
"No. I thought ..."
Kurt shushed her and continued, "You thought? You have to know in this business or you get it wrong. That was my cake for my anniversary. You had no right to touch it."
"Kurt I'm sorry," Anita's voice trembled.
"Kurt, my office, now," Tom said loudly and Kurt frowned as he followed Tom.
Kurt was in a miserable mood from his scolding and his ruined cake when he arrived home but managed to put on a smile for Dave who greeted him at the door.
"Hi sweetie," Kurt said, kissing Dave quickly and blushing as Burt came into view.
"Hi, are you okay?" Dave asked, seeing right through the fake smile on Kurt's face.
"Yeah just a really crappy day at work," Kurt sighed, "I'll fill you in when we get back."
Dave ran a finger down the curve of Kurt's face, "Are you sure?"
"I swear," Kurt smiled in embarrassment, his cheeks almost radiating heat and Dave dropped his hand.
"Good, I'll see you when you get back," He replied and chanced another kiss on Kurt's cheek.
Kurt just dropped his head and gestured for his Dad to follow him out to the car which was getting a decent work out lately.
"He treats you well," Burt remarked casually as Kurt pulled out and turned at the main road.
"He does indeed," Kurt replied, "He's remarkable, does everything for me and always drops in to see me at work."
"How long have you been waitin' to tell me that?"
"A long time," Kurt grinned, squinting as the glare from the sun moved into his eyes, "Can you pass me my sunglasses please?"
"So why'd you want me to come with you?" Burt questioned as Kurt drove them out of the suburbs and into the country area.
"Millie can't keep a secret to save her life," Kurt replied simply, turning down a long drive way and stopping at the end where a country house sat.
They moved out of the car and Burt surveyed the land and listened to the dogs barking from inside the house.
"You're getting a dog? You hate animals. We had to wait on you hand and foot when Finn wanted the Labrador all those years ago."
"I thought it might help the bonding with all of us and I'm dying for something to distract me sometimes."
"It'll just end up in your bed."
"I'm getting a Papillion, Dad. They're small and so what?" Kurt argued, "It'll be the cleanest dog in the world if it's living in my house."
"This isn't one of those puppy farms is it?" Burt grumbled.
"No it's a reputable breeder and I did a lot of research into the breed and whatnot," Kurt clarified, "I'm not going to be one of those people who buys a 'designer breed' for more money than I can afford only for it to be a crossbreed with a thousand problems."
"Alright, alright," Burt hushed his son as a young woman came out onto the porch.
"Hi, you must be Kurt," She greeted cheerfully, "Now the dogs are inside but they don't bite. They're just loud."
Kurt heard the barking of more than one dog and looked back to his dad who was smirking, "O-okay."
"Seriously, all bark and no bite," The woman grinned, "I'm Kathryn in case you didn't realise. Now I'll need you to take off your shoes and wash your hands."
Once Kurt had been tackled by the six Papillions onto the couch, Kathryn brought out a white and black Papillion puppy.
"Oh," Kurt exclaimed and Kathryn smiled warmly as she handed Kurt the puppy.
"He's the last one left so you're lucky you caught me just as the previous buyer pulled out," Kathryn informed him, "He's been micro chipped, vaccinated and all of that because he's eight weeks old. His papers will be ready by the time he goes."
"Does he have a name?" Burt asked as he watched the puppy playfully grabbed hold of Kurt's scarf.
"Just for fun we named him Fred," Kathryn said and Kurt chuckled, teasing the puppy with the ends of his scarf, "But of course it's completely up to you."
"Fred suits him," Kurt laughed, "So is it alright for him to stay with you another few days? I'll drive across during the day on Christmas Eve to pick him up."
"Of course," Kathryn waved a hand at him, "It would be silly of us not to expect to keep a few till Christmas. Just be warned, a dog isn't just for Christmas but for life."
"Oh I know," Kurt nodded and cooed as Fred cocked his head up at him, "I definitely think he's for keeps. He's the only thing that's worked out this Christmas."
The twenty-third saw Kurt hurrying to make a new cake for his and Dave's anniversary and he placed it in the plastic container perfectly decorated with a note warning people who even tried to touch it.
"I love you," Dave mumbled sleepily as they fell into bed after a late game of scrabble with the family.
"Love you too," Kurt replied, snuggling into his husband's side.
Christmas Eve came quicker than Kurt expected and he drove back with Fred in a crate on his backseat and his cake on the passenger seat. Night fell as Kurt drove back into the city and Fred tore up his newspaper, splashing the water he was given onto his blankets before digging it all up together and falling asleep.
"Almost home cutie," Kurt said to the sleeping puppy and pulled up in front of the house.
Kurt opened the door of the car and plucked Fred from where he was curled up. He placed a loose bow around his neck, bundled Fred up in his coat and pushed the front door open.
"I need you all to be very quiet," Burt told the family and sat down on the couch beside his wife.
Kurt moved in from the hallway and undid his coat, "Happy Christmas Dave and Millie."
There was a collective sigh of appreciation as Kurt showed off Fred with his Christmas bow. He took the bow off so the puppy wouldn't hurt himself and walked into the lounge room, sitting on the mat with his legs spread and Fred in between them.
Millie dropped to the floor, patting the mat and thus securing Fred's attention, "What's his name?"
"Fred," Kurt replied and Dave joined him on the mat, "It suited him."
"He's adorable," Julia gushed, "David I hope you're going to thank Kurt."
"Some people would think you were my mum," Dave grimaced jokingly and kissed Kurt's cheek, "Thank you."
"Thanks Kurt!" Millie said happily from where Fred was chewing her sock.
"Well we were all going to go out for dinner so you three could have some family time," Paul said after Fred was tuckered out on the armchair.
"Oh you don't have to," Kurt said and Dave subtly nudged him, causing him to earn a glare.
"No family time is important we'll get plenty of it tomorrow," Carole said and Kurt looked apprehensive.
"Well I guess," Kurt said slowly and Dave inwardly cheered.
"We'll stay at the casino hotel," Burt informed him as the older couples pulled on their coats, "We're going to the casino for dinner and then we'll have a bet or something before going up so we don't get caught in the Christmas traffic coming home."
"See you in the morning then," Dave nodded and Burt grunted, following the other three out to where the taxi was waiting.
Dave shut the door and would've pulled Kurt straight upstairs if it weren't for Millie, "So dinner?"
Dinner was quiet with Millie gobbling down her chicken and vegetables quickly and she collected Fred from his sleepy state.
"Make sure he doesn't jump off anything. There's a dog bed, some toys and newspapers in the spare room."
"I can sleep in my room tonight?" Millie asked and Kurt nodded, "Awesome."
"If you're up before us, make sure he gets his food which is also in the spare room," Kurt added as Millie took off up the stairs.
"Alone at last," Dave grinned and Kurt just rolled his eyes.
"Go put the film in, I'll put the dishes in the sink and deal with them tomorrow," Kurt said and Dave didn't question him.
Kurt ran out to get the cake from the car and quickly ran back in, shivering because of the cold. He left the cake on the counter and switched off the lights as he cuddled up with Dave on the couch for their now annual viewing of 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'.
Once the credits were rolling, Kurt kissed Dave softly before rolling off the couch to collect the cake.
"What are you doing?" Dave asked.
"Dessert," Kurt replied, simply and pushed the cake onto one of the square white plates.
"Okay," Dave said uncertainly and Kurt tried to swallow his nerves as he walked back out.
"Happy anniversary," Kurt said, presenting the cake and biting his lip as Dave read over the writing on the chocolate icing.
"Uhhh," Dave's jaw dropped open and he glanced between the cake that was proclaiming 'Will you marry me?' to Kurt who was grinning sheepishly.
"Will you marry me?" Kurt asked and pulled out the ring box from the pocket of his hoodie while Dave remained silent, "David?"
"Yes," Dave looked up at Kurt who dropped to the ground on one knee just for the sake of it, "Yes Kurt."
Kurt slid the simple band onto Dave's left hand and allowed Dave to do the same with the matching ring. Dave tossed the box onto the stand beside the cough and pulled Kurt up and onto him, kissing him desperately.
"I love you," Dave mumbled against Kurt's lips, "I love you. I love you. I need you. I love you."
Kurt didn't get a chance to reply as Dave picked him up, letting Kurt wrap his legs around Dave's waist and almost ran up the stairs, nearly dropping Kurt once or twice before they made it to the bedroom.
"Off," Kurt said, slamming the door and pulled Dave's ghastly Christmas t-shirt off his frame.
Dave removed Kurt's hoodie and shirt quickly, discarding his jeans and underwear shortly thereafter. There was barely a beat before he had grabbed the lube and warmed it between his fingers before starting to stretch his fiancé.
"Mmm Dave not too much, wanna feel you."
Dave groaned at Kurt's words, making sure three fingers were sliding easily anyway before he pushed Kurt onto his right side and prepared himself. He pushed in gently, his left hand coming up to tangle with Kurt's own fingers.
Their hands didn't part as Dave thrust gently into Kurt's tight heat. Sex on the side was new to them and Dave was absolutely lovely the intimacy of Kurt curled back into him as he arched his body. Dave brushed over Kurt's prostate causing him to moan loudly and splatter over the sheet beside him.
"David," Kurt panted, "David come."
Dave pushed into him twice more before he was moaning into Kurt's sweaty neck and coming into the condom. He pulled out, tying the condom messily and throwing it over the side of the bed before collapsing, facing Kurt who had turned over.
"Mmm love you."
"Isn't it a sign when a man says that after sex that that's the only thing you're good for?" Kurt joked and Dave ran his hand up Kurt's side, effectively tickling him.
"You're good for a lot more than sex Kurt," Dave said, pulling him closer so their flaccid cocks were nestled together, "Like the chocolate."
"So sex and chocolate?" Kurt smirked, rubbing their noses together before kissing Dave gently.
"Definitely," Dave whispered, closing his eyes."
They woke to Millie shouting on Christmas morning. Dave lifted Kurt's hand gently and admired the ring that matched his on the same hand.
"Sore," Kurt groaned as he stretched out his limbs, "Mmm morning."
"Morning beautiful," Dave said and Kurt surged up to kiss him deeply.
"Love you," Kurt said, looking down at their matching rings.
"Love you too."
"We should get up before Millie comes running in here with the dog," Kurt suggested and Dave agreed, pulling his fiancé up and to the ensuite.
Once they were showered and dressed the pair made their way down to the living room where Fred was curled up in Millie's lap and the four parents were chatting between them. The fire was already going.
"Pancakes?" Dave asked the family who greeted them cheerfully.
After Kurt cleaned up the wrapping paper from all of the gifts he traipsed into kitchen to help Dave cook breakfast. He wrapped his arms around Dave from the back.
"Hey," He said and Dave turned the flame of the stove off before turning around.
"Hey what's wrong?" Dave asked.
"Nothing, just wanted to tell you I love you."
"I love you too," Dave replied, kissing Kurt's forehead gently, "We'll tell them after breakfast yeah?"
"Yes," Kurt said with a grin, "Look at us Dave. We have a family together."
"I'm so happy right now Kurt," Dave said quietly and Kurt turned to him, eyes shining with tears.
"You've said that before," Kurt replied softly.
"Both times it's been with you," Dave mumbled before pressing his lips to Kurt's in a welcome kiss that spoke 'home'.