The Storm: Reconciliation
Chapter Thirty-Three
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Kurt and Dave have come to terms with the past but can they battle the envy and jealousy of others to make a future for themselves? This is rated M.
A/N 1: Thanks to my faithful few who continue to review and PM me, and to all those who continue to read and enjoy my boys' saga. I do enjoy writing this and it gives me a huge boost to know so many people like what I do. Mille grazie!
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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As the night closed in, the diners rose, some to help take the things into the kitchen, others to head into the family room. Burt explained to the guests that there was a game he wanted to catch so he clicked on the huge flat screen TV and very soon, they were all engrossed in the action.
Rachel and Kurt stayed behind to help Carole with stacking the dishwasher and putting away the remains of the dinner. They chatted back and forth about everything under the sun, staying away by some silent agreement from the topic of Dave and Kurt's engagement. In fact, Kurt even wondered if Finn was aware that he was, indeed, engaged.
"So, you're taking a break from your company?" Rachel asked as she wiped a platter before handing it off to Carole to put away.
Kurt nodded as he cleared the dishwasher for the next batch of dirty dishes and utensils. "Uh-huh, we needed a break and since the company is preparing for the season in Milan, David thought it was the perfect time, really."
Rachel nodded. "Makes sense. So how long are you staying in Ohio?" She was very curious, almost avidly so as Kurt's lifestyle was one that she had dreamed of for herself a long time ago. She had chosen to stay in Ohio, however, and she was not going to give in to regrets. Still, it was nice to live vicariously through her stepbrother-in-law and former schoolmate.
Kurt continued stacking as he answered her. "I think David wants to stay a month. I don't mind, really, but I also want to do some shopping while I'm here in America."
Rachel stopped and looked at him, a curious light in her big, brown eyes. "Do you think you'll ever come back … to live, that is?"
Carole's ears perked up; she herself had wondered about that. She wanted Kurt and Dave to live in America but she suspected that as David had so many homes all over the globe, staying in just one place all the time would be a bit unrealistic, she supposed.
"Maybe if we settled somewhere on the East coast where gay marriage is recognized I would consider living here at least part of the year, I guess."
He was quiet as he thought about it. When he'd been younger he'd dreamed of living in the Big Apple, taking the place by storm and being the most celebrated countertenor ever. Things hadn't gone exactly like his dreams but he was more than happy with the way things had, indeed, turned out. Still, he wouldn't mind having a home somewhere in New England. He'd talk to David about it, definitely.
The women and Kurt quickly finished up so they could go and join the others, setting up the coffeemaker and preparing trays in anticipation of the men needing the hot beverage later. Carole, who knew her son seemed to have a hollow leg, brought out another cake, one of Kurt's favorites, from the pantry.
"Oh, Carole, is that what I think it is?" Carole laughed at the look of awe and anticipation on Kurt's shining face.
"If you're thinking it's a double chocolate fudge cake with a raspberry and cream cheese filling, you'd be right," she laughed, happy that the slightly tense atmosphere had disappeared with the arrival of the cake.
"Oh my, I can see I have a lot of work to do to make up for today's gormandizing!" He was almost hopping in place with greedy anticipation.
The women laughed at Kurt, the sound drifting out to the family room and making both Dave and Finn turn their heads. Their eyes collided and Finn quickly looked away.
Dave still had to figure out what exactly Finn's problem was but, for tonight, he would just ignore the man and try to enjoy himself.
Eventually, when it became clear that Burt's team was going down the tubes, he got up in disgust, wandering into the kitchen for nibbles. When Carole pointed at the cake and the bubbling coffee waiting to be consumed, he cheered up considerably.
Kurt, wandering over to sit beside David, planted himself on the arm of his lover's chair, certain of his welcome. Dave slid his arm around the enticing waist and pulled Kurt down onto his lap, causing the singer to let out a musical giggle as he struggled against David's hold.
Finn, his face tightening, looked toward Ian and Devon but seeing no obvious reaction from them, he turned his gaze back to the snuggling lovers. He couldn't explain to anyone why he felt such hostility and he couldn't even say if it was towards just Dave or both of them. His lips thinned and he finally burst out, his voice angrier than even he'd planned.
"What's with you two, huh? Have a little respect!"
Kurt and Dave looked towards the obviously upset man who'd risen to his feet. Dave's eyes flickered to Ian and Devon who had both tensed, Ian making an aborted move towards his hidden gun. Dave shook his head almost imperceptibly and Ian eased down. Devon, however, had a mutinous look on his face as if he would gladly take Finn down if he made a move towards Kurt.
Burt and the women hurried out of the kitchen to see Finn glaring at Dave who held Kurt in his lap. The elder Hummel turned a suddenly ice-cold glare on his stepson and he took one step towards him, halting as he felt Carole's hand on his arm.
"Finn?" Carole's voice broke the silence, causing Finn to drag his eyes from the two men in the one chair.
"Mom, I don't know what's going on but I don't think they should be allowed to do_"
"What shouldn't they be allowed to do, Finnegan?" Burt's voice was calm, cold and very, very dark. Finn stared at him, his eyes widening as he realized the older man was truly furious. "You have a problem with my son and his fiancé, huh?"
Finn felt as if all the blood had left his head and he would topple like a rotten tree in a forest. His fiancé? What?
Kurt got to his feet, his polite mask rigidly in place, and faced off with Finn. "Yes, Finn, tell us; do you have a problem with us, or is it just me?"
Finn, coward that he was, tried to pull himself into occupying as small a space as possible. He licked suddenly dry lips as he looked at everyone staring at him: his mother – disappointed; his stepfather – furious; his wife – on the verge of tears; all the others as if they would gladly see the floor open and swallow him.
"I, I didn't… I … shit, I'm sorry, Burt, I guess I kinda over-reacted…" he wound down, his head hanging and his fists clenched. All the blood felt as if it had rushed back and was now residing in his face. He had to get out of here… now!
"Uh, ahm, mom, I think Rachel and I are gonna head out," he said quietly as he sidled towards the front door. "I'm sorry."
He spun on his heel and grabbed his coat from the closet, going out the door to wait for Rachel.
Back in the family room, the silence was broken by a little sob that escaped a mortified Rachel. Her face was red and about to crumple but Kurt moved and hugged her so she was hidden from view. He whispered to her and, at her nod, he walked with her to get her coat. Kurt took the gift bags he'd left in the entrance hall and handed them to her with a quick hug before letting her out into the night and her waiting husband.
In the room, Burt suddenly looked at Carole who was struggling to hold back her own tears and rubbed her arm consolingly. "Hey, that coffee smells real good. And how about some of that cake you've been hiding from me, huh?"
Carole smiled up at him gratefully, happy for something to do and she hurried into the kitchen. Devon got up to go and help her with the heavy tray and Burt turned back to Ian and Dave. He rubbed the back of his neck and heaved a deep sigh.
"Dave, I'm really sorry you had to witness that." He took his seat on the couch again, his face looking every one of his years.
Dave grunted softly, not knowing what to say, really. As usual, Ian's face was impassive but there was an element of restrained violence that was only slowly dissipating.
The men were glad when Carole came back out with the cake, setting it down on the coffee table as Devon followed with the tray of coffee pot and utensils.
Kurt came back just as Carole started slicing up the cake and he smiled valiantly, though his eyes were slightly red. He came over to sit beside David and smiled at his fiancé as he slid a cool hand within the larger grasp.
"You okay?" Dave's voice was pitched only for Kurt's ear and Kurt nodded. He really should have expected something like this but it was still difficult to deal with. He accepted his plate with a generous slice of cake and he looked at it in dismay.
"Oh, Carole, I can't eat all of this right now! Can I share it with David?" His big blue eyes looked up at Carole who didn't have the heart to deny him.
She nodded and then smiled. "Okay, then I'll wrap up some of this for you to take with you, no arguments."
They nodded happily as they shared the cake, Kurt lifting a forkful to David's mouth each time he opened it. Kurt's spirit revived as he suddenly thought about doing this at their wedding reception. David must have had the same thought because he suddenly caught Kurt's eyes and smiled seductively, causing the singer to blush adorably.
Burt relaxed as he watched the two men enjoy the simple pleasure of sharing a slice of the decadent chocolate cake. He was glad that they seemed to be putting the Finn incident behind them. That boy needed a whack upside the head, Burt mused. He glanced over at Carole and was pleased that her preoccupation with feeding everybody had distracted her from the incident, at least for a while.
Everyone exclaimed over how rich and delicious the cake was (except Ian), Kurt humming appreciatively as he usually did. Carole blushed, pleased and gratified that her efforts were appreciated, and enjoyed her own more modest slice.
She sat beside Burt and watched as he divided his attention between the food and the television, surfing to try and find his favorite reality show that he'd tried convincing Ian and Devon was the best thing on TV nowadays.
When the last crumb had been tracked down and devoured, Kurt deposited the plate on the table and sat back to lean against David. David was like his own giant-sized teddy bear; better yet, when his arms were around him it was as if the teddy bear was protecting him. He sighed and looked up at him, the hazel eyes trained on the television like the other men's. Kurt turned to look at Carole and smiled, his contentment glowing from his eyes.
She was happy that her son's behavior hadn't permanently dampened the atmosphere. She would need to speak with him and try to get to the bottom of it because she had no intention of allowing him to alienate Kurt any further.
She wanted to see Kurt and Dave's children and though they wouldn't be her flesh and blood exactly, they would still be her grandchildren. If Finn was allowed to be an ass about Kurt and Dave, she didn't know what she would do. Certainly she knew Burt would have none of it and it could cause a split that would surely break her heart. Something had to be done and done soon.
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Dave sighed as he ran his hands over the smooth, wet, silky skin of his lover. Kurt was resting against him, one of his favorite positions when they were in the tub together, and he was silent and pensive.
They had returned from dinner at Burt and Carole's not thirty minutes before and Kurt had headed upstairs, through the bedroom and into the bathroom without a word. He had started stripping, for once not caring where his clothes landed – though he did manage not to let them fall to the floor – and started both the shower and the whirlpool tub. Again, without a word, he turned and looked at David, his big blue eyes sad and Dave knew he was invited to join him.
Now here they were, just basking in the warmth of the water, the jets pulsating gently against their skin and not speaking. Dave wasn't worried so much as angry; angry with Finn and angry with himself for not ripping the moron a new one. Still, he hadn't wanted the situation to escalate as he genuinely cared for both Burt and Carole. He would simply have to see to it that the stepbrother would not get to spend too much time around his fiancé. As it was, both Devon and Ian looked as if they wanted to take the clown out into the back 40 and deal with him.
He huffed a bit, watching as his breath stirred a few strands of Kurt's dark hair. He continued stroking and caressing the beloved body and was glad to note that Kurt seemed to be unwinding a little.
"Talk to me, babe, pleeease?" Dave didn't want to sound like he was whining but he noticed that when he did it Kurt always responded. He was successful; his lover let out a little chuckle and relaxed back some more into Dave's broad, damp chest.
"I'm okay, sweetie, just a little sad that some people can still be so … backward. That's all."
He subsided again, one hand coming up to stroke along Dave's forearm, causing the larger man to shiver a bit. Dave was a tiny bit ashamed that, even though Kurt didn't seem to be in the mood to make love, his body still hardened at his lover's proximity. Kurt was sitting between his legs, the oval tub large enough to hold them comfortably, and the enticing, taut buttocks were brushing up against Dave's hard on every time Kurt shifted.
He nuzzled the side of the singer's long neck, gliding his tongue up the tendon, and was rewarded when Kurt let out a soft, breathy moan. Kurt squirmed back against Dave's cock, causing it to harden further and leak a bit. As they were partially under water, Kurt couldn't know that but he knew David's body well enough to know the man was ready for something more.
Kurt leaned forward and allowed Dave to get a good view of his gleaming backside, knowing his lover would be staring at the exposed hole. "I want you now, David."
To Dave this was a pretty sudden development but his mother had raised no fool. He quickly grabbed the tube of lube that was always in their master bathroom no matter where they were and squeezed some onto his fingers. His breathing sped up almost comically as he struggled with the tube, eventually dropping it outside the tub, and he proceeded to prep his impatient lover.
Kurt moaned long and luxuriously; this was exactly what he needed to end this night. Something good and hot and powerful that would remind him how much better his life had become. He wriggled his butt, indicating that Dave should hurry and he gasped when the thick fingers brushed his prostate.
"Oh yes, sweetie, god, that feels so fucking good!" He growled, knowing the sound did wicked things to David as it was so unusual.
"Oh, Kurt, Jesus, you're so tight; uh, so fucking hot!" Dave quickly helped Kurt to scoot forward some more so he could get up onto his own knees and, without further ado, slid deep into the tight, succulent heat of his lover's ass.
They cried out in tandem, loving the feel of this vital connection. Dave paused so Kurt could adjust to his girth but in seconds Kurt was writhing and begging David to fuck him already!
Dave, understanding what Kurt wanted, set up a punishing pace, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the spacious room. Kurt held on to the edge of the tub and closed his eyes, wanting nothing to distract him from the sensation of his lover pounding into his body.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, oh god, fuck me, David!" His voice, breathy and high, stuttered and he reached one hand down between his legs to grasp his cock that was whipping back and forth with the violence of their movements.
"Oh baby, fuck, fuck, so sweet, yes, love fucking you, uh god, so hot!" Dave's own voice was hoarse and deeper than usual as he slammed into his lover. They didn't always rut like this, it was more often really intense love-making but this was considerably different – more lust than love.
Soon Dave could feel the tell-tale burn in his lower back and his balls tighten up and he leaned forward, sliding his hands from the tight grasp on Kurt's hips to go around his waist. He pulled the slender singer back onto his cock, knowing that that would deepen the penetration. He bit his lip as Kurt wailed with the deeper thrusts, his words diminishing to short grunts with each slam into his body.
Kurt's mind whited out as David's cock plundered his ass, crying out pitifully at the sensations roaring through him. He wasn't even aware that his face was wet with tears; he knew nothing but his lover's body in and around him and finally he erupted, his semen arcing out into the warm water.
Dave, crying out too as Kurt's passage clamped down on him almost painfully as he came, climaxed with a shout, burying his head between Kurt's shoulder blades as his cock exploded. His hips writhed and he shuddered, feeling as if he was about to expire from the intensity of his orgasm.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, uh uh uh, Kurt," his voice dwindled with each word until finally, "I love you…"
Kurt, gasping for breath and struggling to stay upright with David's weight against his back, smiled tiredly. He stroked Dave's arm that was still holding him tightly around the waist and then patted it comfortingly. "I love you so much, David, so much."
They panted and sighed as their bodies struggled to recover. Dave eased back so he could slide his cock from Kurt's lax body and leaned against the cool enamel of the tub. Kurt slid around so he was back in David's lap but sitting sideways, nuzzling the hairy chest and sighing happily.
"You always give me what I need, baby," he murmured to David, his face sated and his eyes drowsy. He leaned up to kiss his lover for the first time since coming back to the house. "You really are perfect for me."
Dave chuckled and brushed his chin over the top of Kurt's head. "Yeah, wait until we have our first fight, then we'll see if you still think that."
Kurt pouted but huffed a little laugh. "True, true, but promise me that if we do fight – and I guess it's inevitable – that we'll always make up, that we won't ever leave each other mad?"
His big blue-green eyes stared imploringly up at him and Dave couldn't do anything but nod in agreement and then kiss those tempting lips.
They stayed like that for a while until Kurt announced he was turning into a giant prune. They finished up their ablutions in the bathroom and then Kurt continued to take care of his skin as usual. Dave, again as usual, settled back onto the bed and watched his beautiful lover. No one fascinated him the way Kurt did and as the routine began, Dave sighed happily.
Kurt, hearing his lover's happy sigh, smiled to himself. He started creaming his long legs and suddenly a thought occurred to him. Spinning around on the dressing table stool, he looked at Dave with one eyebrow raised, a secretive expression on his face.
"Sweetie, what do you think about women's lingerie?" He waited as David gaped at him, his mouth doing a good fish imitation.
Dave frowned as he watched his lover awaiting his answer. Women's lingerie? "Er, I… don't know?" He had no idea where Kurt was going with this. Maybe a gift for his stepmom, maybe Rachel? What?
Kurt giggled as he watched David struggle to follow where he was going. He decided to put him out of his misery and, finishing up with his legs, he rose to glide over to the bed. He climbed up to straddle his puzzled lover and kissed him, slow and deep, before straightening up.
"What… do you think… of me… in women's lingerie?" As he spoke he untied the belt of his robe, allowing the smooth, satiny material to slip down his shoulders but letting it remain pooled over their nestling groin.
Dave gasped at the feel of the cool stuff rubbing against him even as he could feel Kurt's soft genitals rubbing him, too. "Uh, ahm, I guess I'm okay with it?"
Kurt giggled at his poor lover; he was certain now that Dave's love life prior to meeting him must have been pretty vanilla. He moved his hips in a slow, seductive movement, allowing the robe to gently stimulate them. He knew they wouldn't be getting it up again so soon after that mind-blowing session in the tub but he could still enjoy the sensuality of the gentle frottage.
Dave's hands settled on Kurt's hips still covered by the satin robe and thanked whichever deity was responsible for giving him Kurt for maybe the thousandth time. His fiancé was beautiful, talented, loving and staggeringly sexy and Dave was simply going to go along with anything he wanted; anything at all.
Kurt smiled down at him, loving his fiancé more and more each passing day and happy that he was such an indulgent lover. A reward was definitely due.
"Okay then, I am going to surprise you one of these days_ Aht! I said surprise," he pretended to pout as Dave had been about to whine again, and continued: "You won't know which day I'll be wearing it but I promise you, wherever we are and you discover what I'm wearing, I'll…" and he leaned down to whisper into David's attentive ear.
Dave closed his eyes and shuddered; surely his lover was an incubus! And just as surely, he was not about to complain!
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"Wow, Dana, this is good!" Kurt's eyes were wide as he tasted the chili that his housekeeper had prepared for them the next day.
Dana Goring chuckled as she turned from the fridge, the makings for a tossed salad almost spilling from her arms. Kurt hurried over to lend a hand and he bumped the fridge door shut with his hip.
"My mother-in-law used to love it and though I'd never cooked it before I got married, I learned how to, eventually. I'm glad you like it."
"'Like it', oh my goodness, more like 'love it'!" He squinted at her suddenly. "You have a secret ingredient in it, don't you?"
This time she laughed out loud as she nodded, selecting a knife to start on the cucumbers and peppers. Kurt took one and started cutting up the tomatoes for her. "Yes, there's a secret ingredient but, given your infamous addiction, I'll let you know – it's dark chocolate."
Kurt's mouth dropped open and his hands stopped what they were doing. "No! Seriously, chocolate?"
She nodded as her hands flew, chopping the vegetables in quick, professional movements. Kurt leaned against the counter and watched her, trying to wrap his mind around the – to him, at least – odd ingredient.
"Yes, different regions try to outdo one another with secret ingredients and this was one my mother-in-law liked. She told me not to spread it around, though; 'you've got to have secret ingredients if you're a serious cook', she said."
The two chatted happily as she reminisced about her family and various adventures in cooking, especially as a young wife and mother. Kurt loved the company of women, just not in a sexual way, and for a minute his mind conjured Mercedes' face, his best female friend from high school.
He looked at Dana speculatively for a second or two and then blurted: "Do you think you can ever reconnect with someone you've lost touch with?"
Dana blinked slowly, wondering at the sudden switch in topic but, after thinking about it, she asked a question first. "Did you just fall out of touch gradually or was there a quarrel?"
"Oh, no," Kurt shook his head. "It was just gradual because I moved away, studied at Juilliard and then, for much of my career, I was abroad."
She nodded in understanding. "Well, then, if there were no bad feelings and if you were pretty close as friends, you should definitely get in touch." She wanted to ask if it was a former boyfriend but, though they were friendly, she was still just an employee.
He seemed to know what she was thinking though because he smiled. "She was my closest friend in high school; a bit of a diva like me, you could say."
They laughed together at his description and they continued getting the dinner together, the smell of baking bread filling the sunny kitchen.
Kurt sighed at the domesticity of it all. David was in his office talking to some people in London and probably Puck too, and Ian and Devon were doing stuff they usually did, he suspected. He loved the relaxed atmosphere of the place and the fact that, for the next month or so, he had nowhere specifically to be; nothing on his schedule that was important. Just a shopping trip, he reminded himself, and soon.
He eventually left Dana to finish up the dinner prep and wandered into the family room, plopping himself on an overstuffed couch and taking out his phone. He was so out of touch with Mercedes that he didn't even have a current number for her so he had to call Information.
Finally getting the number and saving it immediately in the phone, he dialed the number, waiting as nerves tightened his stomach muscles. It rang for quite a while and just when he thought the answering machine would click on, she answered.
"Mercedes Jones Realty, Mercedes speaking. How may I help you?" Her voice sounded just the same, maybe a tad more self-possessed. Kurt took a deep breath.
"Hello, Mercedes?"
There was a brief silence and Kurt, paling slightly, held his breath.
"Kurt, Kurt Hummel? Oh my goodness, Kurt?"
Kurt had to hold the phone away a bit as the decibel level was fair to bursting his ear drum but he laughed in relief. "Mercedes, oh my god, calm down, girl!"
They laughed for a little bit and then, when the laughter subsided, she continued. "Oh, Kurt, how've you been, sweetie?"
Kurt felt tears prick his eyes and he sniffed before saying shakily, "I've been doing good, 'Cedes, and you?"
"Baby boy, I've been wonderful. Oh, Kurt, I'm so sorry…" He heard her sniffle too and they both chuckled at the same time. "Uh, listen to me getting all choked up; but where are you, sweetie?"
"I'm in Westerville, on vacation, and wanted to be near my dad and Carole for a bit," he told her, finally relaxing. "Look, can we meet up somewhere? Or, do you want to come out to the house?"
She wanted to ask why he wasn't staying at his parents' because she knew they had plenty of room now but she just nodded, and then answered him. "Sure, that would be better. The office gets kind of crazy sometimes and it's no place to catch up on old times."
"Perfect!" Kurt was glad things were falling into place so easily. Really, it was as if no time had passed, listening to 'Cedes on the phone, a habit they'd developed even when they'd been together the whole day at school. In fact, Burt used to tease him sometimes and ask if she hadn't been at school that day because of the length of time Kurt would spend with her on the phone in the evenings.
"Are you terribly busy today? Could you come for dinner this evening? We're having this fantastic chili that you have just got to taste!"
Mercedes paused, running her commitments through her mind, and realized she'd be going home to an empty apartment anyway.
"Okay, that can work, just give me the address and the time."
They wrapped up the call after they exchanged information and she told Kurt she'd be out to the house by 5:30. He flung himself back on the couch and kicked his long legs up in the air in childish glee.
Suddenly a hand grabbed one of his ankles and he shrieked before bursting out laughing. "David Karofsky, you brute!"
Dave let go of the limb and came from behind the couch to sit beside his giggling lover. Kurt looked so happy and so beautiful he couldn't resist leaning over to kiss him. They hummed into each other's mouth as they kissed and chuckled, a silly mood overtaking them. Dave's fingers sneaked up Kurt's loose top and soon he had the singer screaming and trying to escape the tickles.
They rolled around, struggling and laughing and endangering some of the furniture but eventually they settled down, huffing and puffing and looking at each other. Kurt finally found himself on Dave's lap, with Dave on the floor and they snuggled and continued exchanging little kisses.
That was how Dana found them a half an hour later when she came to tell Kurt that dinner would be ready by six. She smirked at the color that flooded Kurt's face as she spoke but he didn't move from his position atop his fiancé.
"Thank you, Dana, and I was going to tell you that a friend is coming over for dinner but a certain someone distracted me," he pouted, mock glaring at Dave who quickly hauled a fake innocent expression onto his face.
Dana simply smiled and nodded and went back to the kitchen, smiling at the antics of two grown men who were undeniably in love. On the spur of the moment she decided to make another pie for dessert and after setting the extra place at the table, she buckled down to produce the best lemon meringue pie she could. It was good to have job security but it was even better when the work environment was as happy as this one.
She hummed as she worked, a little song that she'd once heard Kurt singing, and realized she was happy.
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Kurt twitched a curl into place and stared at himself, somewhat pleased with his appearance but still a little nervous. He hadn't seen Mercedes in years and he wondered what she looked like now, and what she would think of him and David.
He smoothed his hands down his simple top, a pale green sweater with a wide neckline that showed up his eyes and his creamy skin. His leggings were a darker green with thin cream stripes tucked into ankle-high suede boots. It was a simple but elegant ensemble and he wore just his emerald and diamond bracelet. He didn't want to insult his friend by dressing down but he also didn't want to throw his wealth into her face.
He turned as David emerged from the bathroom, warm and damp and Kurt felt the usual twitch in his groin as he looked at his handsome fiancé. David looked back at him, a knowing little gleam in his eyes. He was gratified that Kurt found him attractive, too, and he came over to drop a brief kiss on his lover's smiling lips.
"So, are you going to dress me or can you trust me to dress myself?" He ducked as Kurt slapped at him, laughing as he selected a rich brown button down shirt and black dress pants for himself. Kurt had told him he liked the way this particular shirt made his hazel eyes seem more gold than green so he would wear it just for him.
Kurt kissed him one more time and skipped out of the bedroom, anxious to get downstairs to await Mercedes's arrival. He glanced into the dining room and admired the beautiful setting, especially the in-season flowers and then hurried into the kitchen. Dana was just putting the final touches to her pies and Kurt stopped when he saw the extra one.
"Dana, you went all out, thank you!"
She smiled brightly, soft color rising to her cheeks but she shrugged. "I thought I would give you folks a choice and since you're having a guest, extra pie is always good."
The other pie was a chocolate chiffon one she'd made earlier, and now she turned back to the wine racks to get the wine to go with the dessert. The red wine was for the chili, a Cabernet Sauvignon that Mr. Karofsky had given her earlier for the dinner, already on the table, opened to breathe. The dessert wine was a versatile Riesling that would go well with both the chocolate chiffon pie and the lemon meringue. She was happy that the dinner would be a success.
The doorbell rang suddenly and Kurt let out an 'eep!', his eyes widening comically. He stared at Dana for a second or two and then he spun around, dashing out of the kitchen with a 'thank you, Dana!' flung over his shoulder.
She shook her head, marveling that that young man was such an odd mix of confidence and vulnerability. She was certain that his friend would be happy to get back in touch with him but he was acting like a nervous teenager. She smiled as she listened to the happy (and loud!) reunion taking place in the foyer.
"'Cedes!"
"Kurt, baby boy!"
There was much laughter and hugging, the two of them leaning back at the same time to look at each other and then hugging tightly again at the same time. Dave, coming down the curving staircase, glanced down into the foyer at the two crazy people mauling and babbling at each other.
"Oh my goodness," Kurt stepped back and fanned himself, a huge, goofy smile on his face. "It's so good to see you, sweetie!"
Mercedes chuckled, her face shining and her eyes bright. "You too, baby, you too. Oh, wow, Kurt, uhm, who's that?" Her voice had lowered to a stage whisper as her eyes landed on the tall, handsome man coming up to them.
Dave chuckled as he reached out to shake her hand. "Hi, I'm Dave, Kurt's fiancé."
There was a loud squeal and Kurt found himself once again engulfed in Mercedes' ample embrace. She squeezed Kurt to her once more and then leaned back, her arms still around the grinning singer.
"Ooooh, Kurt Hummel, you have a heck of a lot to tell me, don't you?"
Everybody laughed and Dave led the way into the family room, Kurt and Mercedes sitting side by side as they turned to each other.
For the next half hour the two friends chatted and laughed and tried to explain all the crazy stuff to an amused Dave. He was blown away watching Kurt interact with his old friend and he realized he'd never seen that side of his lover before; it was as if Kurt had reverted to a teenage boy.
They had just got around to describing some of the other classmates that Mercedes was still in touch with when Dana came out, smiled at them, and let them know dinner was ready. She must have called to Ian and Devon before she came out to them because the two agents joined the others as they moved towards the dining room.
As they took their seats, Kurt introduced Mercedes to them, simply explaining to her that they were associates of David's. The atmosphere was cheerful and loud as the friends continued reminiscing, sharing some of their teenage misadventures with their dinner companions. Most of the time was spent inhaling the delicious food, though, and Kurt explained that the chili had an extra special secret ingredient that he was not about to divulge.
When Dana came in with the dessert, Devon jumped up to help her clear enough space for the pies, transferring some of the dirty dishes back into the kitchen for the housekeeper. She smiled in gratitude for the help and then again as Kurt told her he would do the dishing up. Thanking her once again, he bid her farewell for the evening and wished her a safe drive back home.
As she untied her apron and collected her things, Dana Goring once again thanked her Creator for finding her this job. It not only paid extremely well but her employers were classy people who didn't look down at her or take her work for granted. Too many people who were in positions of privilege looked down on the working class with disdain. She could honestly say these folks were nothing like that. Good people, she thought, as she headed down the driveway; there are still good people around.
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TBC
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A/N 2: Okey-dokey, I think we've missed Puck long enough and I'm about to bring him back. Of course, there might be some uncomfortable moments ahead but we will survive.