The Storm: Redemption
Chapter Twenty-Eight
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Famous countertenor Kurt Hummel and billionaire entrepreneur Dave Karofsky have come to terms with the past but can these two headstrong men make a future for themselves? This is rated M.
A/N: As usual, I want to give huge thanks to my stalwart reviewers for their great feedback. You know how very much I appreciate it. To my other readers, enjoy and please, drop me a line to let me know what you think, okay?
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
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KHDK
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Kurt gripped David's hands as they strode swiftly into the hospital to the receptionists' desk. Puck got to the desk before them and proceeded to explain the situation. After a few minutes, he came back to let them know that the ambulance had taken Julian around to the A&E entrance and that someone would soon come and let them know what was happening.
They waited anxiously for what felt like hours but in reality only 45 minutes passed before an older, distinguished-looking gentleman came out to them. He informed them that Julian was resting comfortably. He told them that due to what Kurt had said about poison being on the ring, the ambulance techs had been able to start artificial respiration on Julian from inside the ambulance.
"That was quick thinking – about the ring; it no doubt saved his life. We believe the toxic agent to be a variant of curare_" he broke off as Devon exclaimed: "What? D'you mean the stuff on those blow dart things?"
The doctor nodded and continued explaining: "Yes, exactly. We've also started him on a drip with a chemical agent capable of reversing the effects of curare poisoning. He will be unconscious for at least another four hours and then we'll see."
David thanked the busy doctor and they all sighed in relief as he walked away, Kurt slumping in David's arms and burrowing his face in his shoulder. He couldn't stand the thought of Julian getting hurt on his behalf.
"Can we stay nearby so we can see him immediately he wakes up?" He gazed up at David anxiously, his face still paler than usual. Dave brushed his lips against his forehead as he looked around at the other men. They nodded and it was agreed; they would find a place nearby to wait and where they could get something to eat.
They piled back into the car after consulting with each other and the satnav database to find the closest hotel to the hospital and within an hour they were piled into one suite and ordering food and hot drinks.
No one was in the mood to talk and after eating and refreshing themselves, they settled in to wait out the few hours until they could reasonably return to the hospital. Kurt called his parents to let them know they'd see them in the morning, refraining from alarming them with what had happened. He wanted to wait and see what was happening with Julian before saying anything.
Puck and Devon sat together, heedless of the eyes on them, and held each other, Puck brushing Devon's forehead with his lips every so often. Kurt felt a warmth inside him every time he watched the two men, happy that Puck had found someone to care for. Dave, too, was glad for his soon-to-be former security chief; he knew how humanizing it was to have someone to love and who loved you in return.
Ian and Xavier ignored the other men, choosing to sit in silence as they waited out the time. It was obvious from their faces that they would have loved the opportunity to unleash their frustration, preferably upon the person who brought this all about. Their restrained violence added an unwanted tension to the atmosphere but Kurt, for one, didn't blame them.
Eventually, Kurt dozed off as he sat cuddled on David's lap and he was only awakened when movement and increased sound disturbed him. He rubbed at his eyes and looked at David enquiringly; his lover smiled and kissed him softly before telling him it was time.
"Puck called the hospital and was told that Julian is awake though I suspect he'll be a bit groggy still," Dave murmured softly to Kurt as he helped the sleepy singer to stand. The men shuffled around, some using the loo while the others gathered their things together. They wanted to get to the hospital as quickly as possible so no one wasted any time.
As they left the hotel and headed to the cars, Kurt looked over at David. "What exactly is going to happen to her?" He didn't even want to say her name; he just wished they could throw the book at her.
Dave shrugged as he opened the car door for Kurt to get in. "I don't know but I suspect she'll have to get some kind of treatment. I don't know how the system works here but I don't think even her father can pull enough strings for her to get off scot-free."
Kurt frowned; the thought that she might wriggle out of this was abhorrent to him. "But we can testify that she attempted all these things, right? It's not fair for her to get away with any of this."
Dave got in beside him and grasped his hand, his voice soothing as he spoke. "I don't think she will get away with it, sweetheart. Right now, I just want to know that Julian will be okay."
"Me, too, but I'm going to see that criminal charges are pressed. This ends now." Kurt's usually serene face was grim as he stared out the windows at the city streets glowing in the sodium vapor streetlight. London was a fascinating city but all he saw in his mind's eye was Julian lying there unconscious. That bitch will pay, he swore to himself.
When they got to the hospital, Dave took lead as he spoke with the receptionist who told him where Julian's room was and which lift to take to get them there. They all trooped in, anxious to get to their destination and see for themselves that Julian would be okay.
When they arrived on the correct floor, they took a few seconds to orient themselves and then, as one, they turned down a corridor and marched towards Julian's room. When they got there, however, they paused, trying to figure out if they all should enter at the same time. Finally, Puck decided that he would go ahead and indicated that David and Kurt should come with him.
Ian, Xavier and Devon sat in the chairs outside and waited their turn, their faces grim. They had experienced injuries before as a team but it was never an easy thing to sit and wait for word about a colleague's wellbeing. Xavier patted Devon on the shoulder comfortingly, knowing that their youngest was probably still recovering from the thought that it could have been him on the receiving end of that deadly poison.
Puck, meanwhile, approached Julian's bed, Dave and Kurt behind him, and watched as the thin, pale eyelids fluttered restlessly. He rested a hand on the bed but didn't touch the slender hand; he just waited for Julian to become aware that there were people there.
Julian opened his eyes slowly, feeling lethargic, a little disoriented but thankfully pain-free. He turned his head slightly on the pillow to see Puck's dark grey eyes staring back at him intensely. He smiled wanly and tried to raise a hand but Puck rested his on it before he could move much.
"Hey," Puck's voice was soft and a little rough as he stared down at his stricken agent. "How's it going?"
Julian almost chuckled; well, he tried to but he couldn't seem to breathe properly. He settled for nodding slightly. "Good," he whispered hoarsely. "What_?"
Puck frowned, wondering if he should tell him everything. He breathed deeply before answering. "She had a ring, poison on it apparently. But you didn't get a full dose so you should be good to go in a couple of days, I hear."
Julian nodded again and then his eyes fell on the men standing by the door. His eyes widened when he realized it was Kurt and Dave and faint color showed in his cheeks for the first time in several hours.
When Kurt realized that Julian had seen them, he moved towards the bed and smiled softly. "Hey, feeling better?"
The color deepened slightly and Julian smiled up at the beautiful singer. He would never have wanted Kurt to see him in so weakened a state but, to have the singer smiling at him so warmly, more than made up for any embarrassment he might be feeling.
"I'm good, just a little tired." He nodded at his boss when David came to stand beside Kurt.
Dave nodded back and smiled as well. "Just rest up and we'll get you out of here and back at the house in a day or two, okay?"
Kurt's eyes were moist as he looked at the pale man, noting the blue shadows under his eyes and the drawn look to his face. He reached down and touched Julian's hand, grasping it gently. He cleared his throat, causing the man to look up at him enquiringly.
"I-I want to thank you, Julian; you are my hero, y'know?" He felt David's arm go around him as he stared down at the man in the bed. Julian had never been large and bulky but now, lying there in the hospital bed and wearing that unflattering gown, he seemed so very frail.
Julian gazed up into Kurt's fascinating eyes, noting the hovering tears, and shook his head slightly. "I was just doing my job. Anyone would have done the same."
Kurt looked seriously at him. "I know, I guess. It's just that I wish you had shot her rather than endangering yourself."
Those startling words made Julian stare up at the singer, but his eyes shifted to see Puck nodding vigorously in agreement. He smiled as he shook his head at his immediate boss; Puck was a little too bloodthirsty for the sophisticated Brit but he understood the sentiment.
"I guess that didn't occur to me. Next time, I think I will," he said, a teasing glint in his pale grey eyes. The others chuckled softly, glad for the chance to lighten the serious atmosphere in the room.
Puck leaned over to brush his hand against Julian's. "The others are waiting their turn to come in. We'll be back in the morning to see you, okay?"
Julian nodded and turned his head to smile gratefully at Kurt – and Dave – as they too said their temporary goodbyes. His eyes closed wearily as he savored the feel of Kurt's fingers as they gripped his gently but briefly on his way out. He wished, once again, that he would get over this feeling he had but resigned himself to always being on the outside looking in. He turned his head towards the door as the other men trooped in, a tentative smile on Devon's face.
Outside the closed door, Kurt collapsed against David, unable to hold back the tears which were now tears of relief rather than fear. Dave rubbed his back soothingly as he looked over at Puck. The other man pointed over his shoulder and backed away, miming lifting a cup to his lips. Dave nodded; Puck was going to get them coffee, allowing him and Kurt a moment of privacy.
Kurt tried to collect himself but the stress of the last few hours had to be released somehow and this was his preferred way. He was glad for David's large, comforting body and strong arms; he felt his love for the other man flow through him as he was held and comforted without complaint.
"Shhh, it's okay, love, it's over now," Dave whispered as he continued to rock Kurt against him. He eventually led them over to the chairs lining the walls of the corridor, settling them comfortably so Kurt could continue to lean against him. They cuddled together while waiting for Puck to return with their coffee.
Dave made up his mind that, after Julian had recovered enough to be moved back to the house, he was going to broach the subject of him and Kurt returning to America when Burt and Carole's vacation came to an end.
He thought about it for a while, planning his strategy as to how to get Kurt to agree with a minimum of fuss. He knew the company would be on hiatus now that it was New Year's, but he didn't know the details. There was talk, of course, of the upcoming gig in Milan at the opera house but he didn't know how committed Kurt was. The singer would, naturally, have to consult with both Rex, the company's director and Will, his agent, but Dave thought he could get him to take a break; how long a break would depend entirely on Kurt.
Puck returned with a couple of cardboard holders with their coffees, knowing by now everyone's preference for cream and/or sugar. Dave took both his and Kurt's, handing over the hot beverage and chuckling as his lover's face lit up at the sight of the drink.
"Mmmm, thank you, Puck; it's not my usual blend but it will do in a pinch," Kurt said teasingly, his heart a little lighter now that he knew Julian was going to be okay.
Dave chuckled as he took a sip of the hospital coffee, not about to complain as he was so grateful things were going to calm down now. The last couple of months had been both glorious and frustrating. The situation with Emma had tainted what should have been the happiest time for him and Kurt as they finally found their way to becoming a couple, a situation he had only ever dreamed about but never really envisioned happening.
Puck, on his part, simply nodded at Kurt as he drank the coffee, his mind split between worrying about Julian and hoping that this thing with Devon would work out. Falling in love with a colleague was new to him; of course he had hooked up with them before – he was pretty highly-sexed. This thing that he felt for the curly-haired agent, however, was an unknown area and, therefore, scary.
He relaxed slightly when the door to Julian's room opened and the other agents came out, varying degrees of relief showing on their faces.
Ian nodded at them. "He drifted off to sleep so I think we can head out."
Puck looked immediately at Devon, trying to gauge what was going through the younger man's mind.
Devon looked at Puck impassively but there was a happy little glow in his light blue eyes. The young agent had a feeling that now the situation with the Smythe-Heffley woman was resolved, things would get a lot more interesting with his sexy supervisor. He didn't smile outright, though, as he'd just been to see poor Julian but he was now looking forward to what the rest of the day would hold.
David nodded at his men as Puck handed over the cups of coffee. "Alright, we need to get home and get some rest."
Puck took over. "Yes, we'll be checking in on Julian throughout the day and I'll let you know when the doc says he can be released."
Dave looked over at Kurt, an eyebrow rising. "You ready, sweetheart?" At Kurt's nod, he turned back to the other men. "Yes, let's get some rest, then. Oh, and happy New Year!"
There was a pause as the others looked at him, surprised, and then there were quiet murmurs of 'happy New Year' as they realized it was, indeed, a new year. The day had changed while they were anxiously waiting on the doctor down in Reception and now it was nearly three hours into the new year.
They chatted softly as they made their way out into the cold early morning, taking in the less than fresh smell of the air in the center of a major city but happy nonetheless to be out of the hospital. They piled back into the cars and headed out, their spirits beginning to revive and little smiles coming to each face.
Kurt leaned over and planted a big wet one on a surprised David who, nevertheless, returned the kiss wholeheartedly. When they pulled back, Kurt whispered against his lips, "We didn't get to celebrate the usual way but I'm happy that I was with you."
Dave kissed him again, taking his time to savor the feel and taste of his delicious lover. Kurt hummed into the kiss, uncaring that Puck and Devon were sitting across from them.
The two, however, had eyes only for each other as Puck gently rubbed Devon's knuckles with his thumb. There was a promise in the dark grey eyes that made Devon's heart speed up and though the interior of the limousine was dim, Puck could see the heightened color in the slim cheeks.
When they arrived back at the house it was to see the lights on and find the staff moving around the kitchen. Dave and Kurt were surprised, figuring everyone would have been in bed. Puck shrugged guiltily even as he smiled at the others.
"I called Mrs. L to let her know we'd be coming, minus one. She said she'd have food and drinks waiting and that it was no bother."
Kurt and Dave looked at each other and then looked at Puck, Kurt shaking his head slowly as he smiled. "Thank you, Noah, I never thought to call."
The darker man shrugged though his cheeks darkened slightly. "Yeah, yeah, all in a day's work." The others chuckled as they all headed into the kitchen, the smell of expensive coffee and delicious cooked food acting like a magnetic pull.
The ladies were waiting for them, the huge kitchen table set with platters of fluffy scrambled eggs, slices of ham steak, piles of toast and urns of coffee. It was simple but plentiful and after wishing the waiting staff a very happy New Year, they dug in. Eddy brought out some croissants and pastries while one of the girls brought out pitchers of juice and the men could only nod gratefully as they ate.
When the edge of their hunger had been eased, Dave explained briefly but vaguely that there had been an accident and that Julian would be coming back to them in a day or so. The women exclaimed softly, Mrs. L declaring that she and the girls would be available to help nurse him and they'd soon have him back on his feet.
Kurt was so grateful to have such wonderful staff that he declared they would have a tea party for the staff at the end of the week and that he was going to organize it himself. He thought it only fair they leave all the work to him since it was on their behalf, though both Eddy and Mrs. L gave him disapproving looks. Dave's eyebrows climbed up his forehead at Kurt's idea but he simply nodded, knowing which battles to choose and wisely saying nothing. He simply stuffed more pastry into his mouth and nodded at them all.
The mood was happy, festive, light and was no doubt due to both the fact that it was a holiday and their relief that Julian would be alright again in no time. Finally, when mere crumbs were left behind and smears of grease on the numerous plates and platters, they all declared they needed to sleep for hours.
Kurt thanked the ladies again profusely for not only staying up but for cooking them that really lovely breakfast. It was, indeed, after six o'clock when they all made their way to their various bedrooms and the fatigue was beginning to tell on them.
Devon smiled shyly over his shoulder at Puck who, along with Ian had just come in from checking the perimeter. There was now no more need for extreme vigilance but it was a habit both Puck and Ian would continue to indulge. One could never be too careful in this day and age, Puck would sometimes remind them.
Puck eyed the young agent's very attractive rear view and wondered if he should visit him after taking a shower, but he thought they all needed their rest after the hectic events of the previous night. He did, however, say goodnight to Ian and headed upstairs behind Devon, resting his hand briefly on the younger man's velvet-clad ass.
Devon grinned back at him, certain that Puck was going to join him in his room. He was surprised, therefore when, having reached his bedroom door, Puck stopped him with a hand on his waist.
"Devon," the younger man gazed up at him, waiting, and Puck was so tempted to kiss him right there in the hallway. "I think you know what's happening here."
The younger agent nodded, a curious look on his face as he wondered where Puck was going with this.
Puck took a deep breath, wondering how much he should reveal. "Look, I like you… a lot. Well, actually, it's more than like… damn, I'm messing this up!"
Devon reached up and placed his lips softly on Puck's and waited for the other man to get with the programme. Puck didn't strike him as being the tentative type when it came to sex so this current behavior was a little puzzling.
Puck, not being a fool, quickly deepened the kiss, groaning as his tongue slid against its counterpart. His hands tightened on Devon's waist and he pulled the shorter man closer to his growing bulge. He felt Devon's moan as much as he heard it and he devoured the succulent mouth for untold minutes.
When he pulled back, Devon was panting, his cheeks bright and his long lashes fluttering. He opened drowsy eyes to stare up at Puck and he rubbed his own growing bulge against the larger man's body.
"Mmmm, don't you think this would be better inside, like, in a bed?" He licked his lips as if he could still taste Puck and Puck felt his dick twitch at the sight. He sighed, however, as he took a single step back, putting space between him and temptation.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you, badly. I want more than just random sex with you," he murmured as he stroked the shorn hair at the back of Devon's head. He regretted the loss of the longer hair, but they had had to approximate Kurt's hairstyle if Devon was going to work as bait for the Smythe-Heffley cow.
Now Devon stared at Puck in surprise but then his color deepened as a pleased look appeared in his bright eyes. "You mean, you_" he broke off, waiting for Puck to stop looking uncomfortable and look straight at him. "You think you might want, what, a relationship?"
Puck scowled fearsomely though, of course, it didn't faze the man almost breathing his own air. "Yeah, well," he scratched the back of his own neck as he tried to sound macho. "I suppose you could put it like that. We don't have to beat it to death, dude!"
Devon giggled but within seconds it turned into chuckles and then full out laughter. Puck's mouth dropped open as he watched the younger agent trying to control himself, cognizant of the fact that Kurt and Dave's suite was just down the hall from where they were standing.
At last, Devon's chuckles died down and he wiped at the tears before staring, amused, at an uncomfortable Puck. "Dude?"
Puck shrugged as he took another step back, wondering if he'd blown his chance. Maybe Devon only wanted the occasional fuck or whatever and Puck admitting he wanted more was too much.
Devon stepped toward him, diminishing the gap growing between them. He raised a hand to tug on Puck's collar, pulling the taller man down towards him. His lips settled on Puck's and stayed there until Puck relaxed, and then he straightened away.
"Puck, I've wanted you from the moment you said, 'you're hired!' I definitely want more than just sex with you – dude!" And he was off, giggling again. "So, will you come in and stop trying to be a gentleman?"
He yanked Puck with one hand even as he pushed the door open with the other. No sooner was Puck in the room, the door closed, than Devon had the larger man slammed up against it. Puck groaned as Devon attached himself at the lip, his mouth opening to allow the squirming, agile tongue inside.
They ate each other's mouth, months of growing and unrequited sexual tension getting its first chance at fulfillment. Puck growled as he tried to remove Devon's elaborate Kurt-esque ensemble, muttering against the plump lips that he hoped he'd never have to wear so many layers again.
Devon laughed happily as Puck pawed at him, trying to get the outfit off of him, and he willingly tugged and unzipped and unsnapped until finally he was standing, entirely nude, before this man who turned him on so much.
Puck dragged in a ragged breath as he stared at all that smooth, pale gold skin stretched over the long-muscled swimmer's build of his soon-to-be lover. He palmed his own bulge firmly as he watched Devon saunter over teasingly to the bed, his backside swaying enticingly. When he finally displayed himself, his legs spread invitingly, on the large bed, Puck realized he was being an idiot… again.
He started tearing his jacket and shirt off, his breath coming fast and his mouth dry as he watched Devon stroke his cock as he waited, Puck hopping on one foot and then the other as he took off his boots.
"Hey, careful; I wouldn't want you to damage anything I might need later," Devon's smooth voice murmured at him. Puck flushed as he yanked his trousers down, grabbing the boxers on the way. He managed to divest himself of these final pieces and then he launched himself at the bed and the waiting feast.
Devon moaned happily as the slightly larger man settled on top of him, dark grey eyes devouring every inch of his body and making him flush even more.
Puck had felt an attraction to Kurt from the moment he'd spoken with the singer on Dave's island, fascinated by his appearance as well as his mouthy personality. Now Devon, physically different, yes, but with the same type of personality, totally enthralled him. It also helped that the man blushing beneath him was totally into some Puck action and obviously returned the deeper feelings Puck had been trying to explain.
He lowered his body slowly onto Devon's, reveling in the feel of the younger man's hot, hard cock clashing against his and when the long, strong legs came up to yank him down suddenly, he groaned again and proceeded to kiss the stuffing out of his lover.
Writhing and gasping and rolling around, the two men concentrated on finding each other's hot spots, a game that was both entertaining and arousing. When Puck eventually bit down a little harder than expected on the juncture between Devon's neck and his shoulder, the ensuing shudder/whine and lunging hips told Puck how close Devon was to coming.
He slid his hand down to the straining cock leaking streams of clear fluid and fisted it mercilessly. Devon was so turned on that the slightly rough handling of his cock was just the thing to push him over the edge. Puck watched it happen, falling even more in love as the beautiful agent bit his lips, threw his head back on the pillows and cried out, his eyes flying open as they stared unseeing at the ceiling. His hips lunged up to push his cock more insistently through Puck's fist and Puck gasped as his lover flew apart.
It was such an arousing thing to watch that Puck almost forgot how hard he was. Groaning out Devon's name as if pained, he moved fully onto the panting, writhing man and ground his cock through the mess on the other man's stomach. The hot, silky fluid felt perfect and as his ass clenched to rut his cock relentlessly against Devon, he plunged his tongue into the other man's mouth, whining as he fucked his mouth.
Puck gasped and shuddered, feeling the burning sensation in his lower back as he slammed down onto Devon and finally, finally shot his load. He flung his head back and yelled even as Devon grasped his hips to keep him in place.
"Fuck, fuck! Oh shit, oh Dev, fuck!" Puck shuddered as one of Devon's heels stroked the back of a leg. The feeling made him want to keep rutting against the smaller man but he knew he had to roll off of him like now, but he didn't want to move.
"Oh, man, I didn't hurt you, did I?" Puck stared down into sated blue eyes, the pupils still somewhat dilated, and he dropped a quick kiss on the swollen pink lips.
Devon chuckled softly, all the while his hands were stroking Puck's muscular shoulders. "Baby, I don't think you could ever hurt me. No, I'm good – more than, actually; you went all caveman on me and I loved it." His smug little smile made Puck chuckle. "Now, though, we have to get some sleep. You have to be ready for round two in a few hours, y'now."
Puck loved the mischievous twinkle in his lover's eyes and dropped another peck on the inviting lips. He didn't want to stop kissing him and he briefly wondered if he was going to turn out like Dave who, at any moment, would kiss a startled but obviously receptive Kurt.
"Round two, huh? I'm a good deal older than you, bub. I don't know if I could get it up even after a few hours' shut eye." He laughed at the clearly disbelieving look on his lover's face.
"Pffft, I've heard of your reputation, Mr. Go-All-Night and Three-At-A-Time'!" He laughed delightedly at the shocked look on Puck's face. He watched as the other man tried to come up with an explanation even as he shifted to lie beside Devon on the bed.
"Well, uh, who told you that? Did they also say there may have been certain substances involved?" Puck tried to look as if that were the only way he could pull an 'all-nighter'. He chuckled as Devon scoffed again, loving the way his lover's lips formed his sentences. He secretly believed he was becoming obsessed with the handsome young agent but he wasn't really worried.
"You know how the guys talk and, apparently, some of them were there so it's not all hearsay." He pretended to pout that Puck had had all those sexual escapades but he was secretly proud that this stud wanted him… and not just for the sex, either.
Puck pulled him down towards him, wrapping his arms around the slimmer man, and kissed his hair. "Okay, okay, I promise all my 'all-nighters' are yours from now on." He felt Devon shudder and then realized they were on top of the duvet rather than the other way around. He shifted the younger man around until they were comfortably ensconced in the bed and then tugged him into his arms again.
Devon had shuddered not because he was cold but because, although he knew now how Puck felt about him, the words had sounded suspiciously like a vow. He felt his heart surge at the thought that maybe he would really get to have a deep relationship with Puck, because he'd wanted nothing more than this when he'd first met the tanned and muscular man.
Now he snuggled down in Puck's arms, a yawn taking him by surprise as he shuffled around so he was little spoon. Yeah, he yawned again, I think this might be love… but I won't say it. Don't want to jinx it…
The men drifted off to sleep, Puck murmuring a soft 'good night' into Devon's hair, a faint smile coming to his face at the answering snuffle.
Elsewhere in the house, two other men lay entwined, the sweat cooling and their breaths calming slowly. Vows of love were exchanged verbally as neither man felt any jinx could affect them now. The worst thing to happen to them had happened and had been dealt with. Tomorrow was a new day in a new year and they were going to enjoy themselves and each other for as long as they could.
Dave settled down with Kurt lying on his chest, playing with the hair there as usual as he drifted into sleep. Dave glanced down at the love of his life and wondered briefly, even as his own mind was succumbing to sleep, what the future had in store for them. No more tears, he vowed, no more fear. Please.
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TBC
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A/N 2: This is by no means the end, people. The boys still need to prepare for their trip to America where Dave and Kurt will face a slightly less than pleasant welcome.