The Storm Chapter 44, a Glee fanfic
"The Storm: Reconciliation
Chapter Thirty-Six
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.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Murphy, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
KHDK
"Oh, god! Jesus, Kurt, baby, stop!" Dave dared to plant his hand in Kurt's perfectly coiffed hair, earning a half-hearted glare from his lover who was currently on his knees before him.
Kurt stared up at David mutinously. A promise was a promise, dammit! He licked the head of the huge, shining dick in front of him and stared determinedly up at his lover. A groan was the only response from David so he returned to his mission: reduce the fiancé to a puddle of goo in a semi-public restroom!
Dave flung his head back against the sturdy partition of the extra-large men's room stall, facilities designed specifically for people with physical difficulties, not for horny lovers who couldn't wait to get home.
Kurt was going to be the death of him, whether by heart failure, attack or terminal embarrassment if they were caught with his dick down his lover's throat. Jesus, the tabloids would have a field day with that, he thought as he shoved a fist into his mouth to stifle louder groans.
looked down at the shining head bobbing at his crotch and swore he would never say anything again in public about the underwear his lover had on.
Kurt and he had decided to have dinner out because Dana had the weekend off so he and the guys had chosen a different restaurant this time. It was a fairly upscale establishment with fantastic food, an area for dancing and, best of all, at least to Puck, Ian and Devon was the huge rec area set up with a world-class pool table and darts boards. They had decided to hang out there after dinner, leaving Kurt and Dave in the booth to chat and, according to Puck, 'canoodle', when Dave's hand had slipped down into the back of Kurt's jeans.
"Hey," he'd exclaimed when his fingers had encountered lace instead of the usual cotton underwear. He should have taken note of the almost feral expression that had flashed through his fiancé's blue-green eyes but he'd been a fool. "What's this?"
Sometimes he wondered where his brain was when he was dealing with Kurt: hadn't the man warned him what he'd do if he discovered his 'lingerie' when they were in public? He'd gulped as the previous conversation had come flashing back to him and he knew he was doomed.
Kurt had smiled, a devious little expression that assured Dave without a doubt that his lover was going to fulfill his part of the promise.
Now he was stood in the men's room of a high-end restaurant with his jeans and boxers around his ankles and his fist stuffed into his mouth to hold back the sounds of his pitiful whimpers.
"Mmmmmph, hunnnh!" He would have been embarrassed if he hadn't been so turned on. Kurt's mouth was possessed, he was certain, as it swirled and sucked and swallowed and Dave knew he was going to die in here.
"Urrrgh, mmmmph, ummmm, arrrrgh!" He couldn't hold back the sounds anymore as Kurt's throat swallowed around his surging cock and with a strangled bellow he came, his hands grabbing onto Kurt's hair. "Aaaaah, oh Jesus, baby, oh, uhhhhh."
Kurt swallowed everything, almost as turned on as his shuddering fiancé, one hand gripping his own bulge hard so as not to come as well. The illicit nature of their activity was a definite fillip to this fairly ordinary activity and he licked and suckled the softening cock in his mouth with the utmost devotion.
Finally Dave eased Kurt's head back from his super-sensitive cock, a silly grin spreading across his face. He looked down to see Kurt licking his lips in that delicate, kittenish way he had and – good god! – Dave felt his spent cock twitch again at the sight. Kurt's hazy eyes stared up at him as he smiled, a pink tongue flicking at the corner of his mouth.
Dave couldn't resist; he hauled Kurt to his feet and devoured his mouth, moaning deeply at the taste of his spending in his lover's hot mouth. Kurt wrapped his arms around David's waist, his own soft murmurs lost in the tangle of their tongues.
Dave brought his hand down to Kurt's crotch, his deft fingers moving the unzipped jeans down to give him more room. Kurt was wearing the sexiest pair of pink panties ("It's Alençon lace," Kurt had informed him) and his hand roamed lovingly over the feel of Kurt's hot cock straining behind the flimsy material.
Easing his lips away from the succulent pleasure of Kurt's mouth, Dave ignored his lover's impatient whine so he could step away, turning now so Kurt was the one leaning against the stall partition. He needed to take a good look at the fascinating underwear, he really did, because just the touch of it, not to mention the thought of Kurt wearing it in public, seriously turned him on.
He knelt on the unexpectedly clean floor, not that he cared right now, and tugged Kurt's black jeans down his shapely thighs. They were not his focus right now, though; his eyes were riveted to the way the Alençon lace was barely restraining Kurt's bountiful cock. Dave figured the material must have been stronger than it appeared because, boy oh boy, it was under some serious strain now.
He leaned forward and licked a wet stripe up the lace-covered cock just to hear Kurt's strained little whimper. He tongued the head of the pulsing organ, the colour a deeper pink than the surrounding lace, and Dave felt his heart rate speed up. Oh god, he was getting hard again just from suckling Kurt through the lace. Has he discovered another fetish?
He grasped Kurt's undulating hips – another favourite part of his fiancé's body, he realized – and stilled him so he could concentrate better. He nudged the edge of the lacy material down a bit so he could finally taste the salty flesh and shivered at the sound that Kurt made.
Kurt looked down at his lover with his mouth sucking and licking his cock and almost wept at the beauty of it all. David was an attentive lover, willing to learn and embrace any new thing Kurt came up with and that willingness made Kurt's heart swell.
Now he stroked the soft, fine hair on Dave's head, his hips trying to move but held in place by the large hands. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back to rest against the partition, his tongue coming out to lick his dry lips. He could still taste David's cum and it made him smile at the memory of the sounds he'd made. Now he, Kurt, was the one trying to hold down the noise. He smirked at the thought of people coming in to the restroom and hearing them going at it.
Dave could feel Kurt's thigh muscles tensing and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would be accepting Kurt's salty gift. He sped up his suckling and licking, one hand coming down to massage the tightening balls in their lace case. He moaned, knowing the vibrations in his throat would send Kurt careening towards his climax and when he felt the hand in his hair tighten and begin to tug, he swallowed.
It was a trick he'd learned from Kurt and now it was payback time. Kurt erupted, his body bowing forward to bend over David, one fist still in his mouth to muffle the guttural sounds. Dave didn't ease up, he just continued sucking and groaning, overloading his sensitive lover and causing the slimmer man to almost collapse on top of him.
Dave grabbed him now and eased him upward as he rose, enfolding the still-shuddering man in his arms and dropping soothing kisses on the tousled head. His love for this man knew no bounds and as they stood there, their trousers crumpled around their ankles, he smiled in soul-deep satisfaction.
Kurt panted against David's broad chest, his arms going around his waist, a sated little smile on his pink lips. He didn't know how long they'd been gone and wondered if the others would be missing them. He didn't care, of course, because his big, sexy lover had just blown his mind and he had no cares in the world right now. He straightened away now, though, because after that session he could do with a drink.
"Hey, you okay?" He smiled up at David who was staring at him with the oddest expression on his face.
Dave nodded but he smiled as he answered. "You know, I've lived over three decades and this is my first time making love in the men's room of a restaurant."
Kurt burst out laughing, his eyes twinkling aquamarine in the overhead lights. "Well, stick with me, big guy, and I'll probably introduce you to the Mile High Club one day."
Dave's laughter joined with his and they released each other to set their clothing to rights, little burbles of mirth interrupting their banter. They helped each other twitch their hair into place, washed their hands and checked their faces for any telltale signs of what they'd been up to. Finally, they deemed themselves decent enough to return to the others.
"What do you think they think we were up to," Kurt muttered as he preceded Dave from the restroom, his back straight and his hips swaying in his signature strut. Dave couldn't help eyeing the luscious backside and grinned proudly that it belonged to him, too.
"Oh, they might have a pretty good idea, knowing you!" Dave didn't flinch at the swat he got for that.
He followed Kurt closely and it was only when they were in the middle of the small dance floor that he realised it. There were a few other couples gyrating around and doing their best to look hip but Kurt simply turned toward him, slid his arms around Dave's neck and started to drive him crazy.
What Kurt was doing could have been illegal in some states because he was undulating against Dave's body as if they hadn't just blown each other's mind in the restroom. He recognized the Gwen Stefani reggae hit from some years ago but Dave had never had anyone grind against him on a dance floor quite like how Kurt was doing now.
He shuddered as Kurt sang softly along with the blonde singer: "You really love me, underneath it all…" The slow tempo and the heavy drum and bass of the song fit perfectly into Kurt's still horny mood and Dave groaned quietly as he hardened again.
"I'm really lucky underneath it all,
"You're really lovely underneath it all,
"So many moons that we have seen
"Stumbling back next to me,
"I've seen right through and underneath
"And you make me better… better… better…"
Kurt's sultry voice whispered the words directly into David's ear and his tongue flicked it quickly. As the rapper plunged into the bridge of the song, Dave took the opportunity to capture Kurt's mouth, uncaring of any watching eyes and moaned as Kurt surrendered to him. It was a short yet passionate kiss and when he pulled back to stare into Kurt's half-lidded eyes, he smiled and then pulled him closer.
The two men danced the rest of the song like that, closely entwined and when the music changed to something more up-tempo, they mutely decided to go back to their booth. Kurt grabbed Dave's hand and led him back to the table, wending their way between the other couples.
Dave watched as Kurt slid onto the seat, his lips quirking as he thought of what lay beneath the skinny jeans and then asked him what he wanted to drink. Kurt shrugged, unable to make up his mind and told him to surprise him.
"I like surprises," he smirked, his eyes flicking down to Dave's crotch and then back up. Dave just smiled and shook his head, loving all of Kurt's moods, especially this playful one. He dropped a quick kiss on the laughing mouth and then headed to the bar.
Kurt smiled to himself as he watched his man walk away; Dave was such a handsome guy but he very rarely seemed to be aware of it, he mused. As he sat their basking in his good fortune, he felt someone come up and lean against the edge of the booth. He looked up at the stranger, wondering what he wanted with him. Taking a quick but surreptitious look around for the other guys, Kurt raised an enquiring brow at the dark-haired man leering down at him.
"Hey, I know you," the voice was slurred and from the way he was leaning against the booth Kurt suspected he wasn't handling his drinks at all well. "I saw you at that other club… uh, the other place…"
He looked at Kurt with a mixture of hope and addled lust, and then slid into the booth uncomfortably close to the singer. Kurt leaned back from the fumes that reached him and shook his head, the polite smile sliding off his face.
"Uh, no, I don't think that was me," he tried to edge away from the insistent idiot, but only managed to wedge himself into the corner. The man's unoccupied hand slid familiarly up Kurt's jeans-clad leg, getting far too close to his crotch.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember from the way you were dancing … y'know, with that john that was just here.
Kurt's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open - john? This idiot thought he was a hooker? What the f_?!
He managed to get one foot up onto the seat, effectively halting the drunk from sliding closer, and pushed with all his might. The man went flying, his glass tumbling onto the floor and smashing loudly. Of course there would have to be a break in the music just then; it sounded unnaturally loud and heads whipped around to see what the commotion was about.
The man struggled to his feet, his face red and twisted as he tried to get back to Kurt. A couple of people in the crowd were beginning to wonder out loud what was happening and the man yelled at them that this "whore just attacked him for no reason!"
By this time Dave was forcing himself through the crowd of patrons and reached the table just as the man was about to grab Kurt's arm. He yelled, launched himself at the guy and pushed him away so he fell again.
Two men, presumably security for the establishment, grabbed Dave while Kurt tried to yell at them that it was the guy who had been harassing him! The fool on the floor was being helped to his feet by a couple of guys and when he was upright he shrugged them off.
"I only wanted to see if he was up for some fun when he attacked me!" The man pointed at Kurt as if everyone couldn't see him already. He was swaying on his feet and when some of the people realised he was just a drunk, they started to drift away.
Kurt, furious and embarrassed, turned to the security men. "I was waiting on my fiancé to return with our drinks when this idiot accosted me. He thought I was a hooker!"
Dave growled at this and he shrugged off the men who were holding him and took a step toward the drunk. "You put your hands on him?" His snarl made the other man lean back before stepping away, looking now as if he wanted nothing more than to disappear into the dwindling crowd.
He shrugged now and tried to stutter: "Bu-but I saw him, coming back from the restrooms with you, I thought_"
"Yeah, you thought what?" Dave was up in his face now, fists clenched, and just then he felt a restraining hand on his arm. He glanced up to see Puck and the others looming behind him. The security men, taking a look at the agents, stepped back, waiting to see what would happen.
"Easy, boss, he's not worth it," Puck muttered low but the others could hear. "Kurt's alright, just let it go."
"Dave's chest was heaving with the force of his fury but he gradually relaxed and straightened away from the idiot.
"Come on," Puck said now. "Let's get out of here." He turned to Ian and nodded. "You guys bring the car around, we'll meet you."
Kurt flung his arms around Dave's waist, burying his face in the broad chest and turning away from the cell phones that some of the watching patrons had out. He knew that by the next day this would be either on the Internet or in the tabloids. Dammit, he hated that kind of publicity!
Dave rubbed his back soothingly and looked at the two security men who looked away. The manager, who had come up near the end of the drama, approached them now.
"I'm so sorry about that! Is there anything I can do?" She looked from Dave to Kurt who had turned to look at her when she'd begun talking. Her eyes took in the embarrassed flush and she looked again at Dave. "Would you like something to drink, to relax a bit?"
Dave simply shook his head and told her they would be leaving. She nodded, understanding, and held her hand out to him. "Again, I'm so sorry, Mister…"
Although he knew it was rude, Dave just nodded at her and started moving with Kurt to the exit. "It wasn't your fault but thanks anyway."
Without making eye contact with any of the other patrons, the men headed to get their coats and wait outside for the car to be brought around. They didn't speak but Dave once again held Kurt close to him. He hated the sight of the glimmering eyes, knowing Kurt was fighting to stay calm and keep his face expressionless.
"I love you," he whispered against Kurt's hair and when the car pulled up, he slid in close behind him and gathered him into his arms once more. "Forget about it, sweetheart, please?"
Kurt smiled tremulously and nodded, his eyes closing as David dropped soft little kisses on his face. He sighed and settled against his lover, snuggling into the warmth and comfort his big body provided. There was silence in the car all the way to the house.
For the first time Kurt wondered if now that he was with David it meant he wouldn't be able to go out to ordinary places just to have fun. It would mean rethinking how he was going to do that, and if it meant he coldn't go to regular restaurants and night clubs. 'How do the very rich have fun with regular folks,' he wondered. 'Hmmm,' he thought as his mind drifted on the ride home, 'maybe Dave can show me… mm-hmm, later.'
Dave glanced down at the recumbent man and realised with a little chuckle that Kurt had dozed off. Maybe the blowjobs and then the drama had worn him out, he mused. 'My little incubus…'
KHDK
"David, how do you guys relax when you want to have fun?" Kurt rolled over in the bed and rested his chin on the larger man's chest as he peered at him.
Dave pulled his head back in fake surprise.
"'You guys'? What 'guys' are those?" His eyebrows waggled at his lover, making him smile.
"Y'know, you billionaire types. Where do you go when you just want to hang out and be regular people?" Kurt smirked at the little dip in the beloved slanted eyebrows. He traced one with the tip of a slender finger and then heaved up a bit so he could kiss the pulled down lips.
"Kurt, we are regular people, we just have waaaay more than other regular people!"
Kurt scoffed and scooted down back to his previous perch, his lips pouting a bit. "Yeah, right. You 'regular' folk think nothing of shelling out big bucks for homes all over the world that you barely spend any time in. Not to mention the little 'toys': the jets, the yachts, the cars. Regular, pfft!"
Dave chuckled as he nuzzled his nose against Kurt's; he was so cute when he was on a rant. They'd returned home in a contemplative mood but he was happy that Kurt seemed to have shrugged off the incident with the drunk earlier. Now he thought about his answer before he spoke.
"My parents really were just regular folks, y'know. My dad had this incredible head for business but he started out pretty small. That's why I never got into the whole jetset lifestyle. I believe they call me one of the most reclusive billionaires and it's because I don't hang out with the jetsetters and the party people. It takes a lot of effort to continue and expand my dad's legacy."
Kurt hummed in agreement; even though they were supposedly on vacation, David spent a good deal of each day in the den handling business. Kurt suddenly thought of something, lifted his head and then decided to sit up properly.
"David, I think we should discuss prenups." He grinned as his fiancé's eyes widened; a deer caught in the headlights couldn't look more startled. "Sweetie, relax, it's a practical, logical thing to do, agreed?"
Dave took a few minutes before he nodded reluctantly, a slight regret darkening his golden eyes to a pale green. "You know I wish we didn't have to, right?" He twined his fingers with Kurt's, admiring the slender digits and soft skin.
Kurt tutted and moved up to sit beside him, his head coming to rest on the sturdy shoulder. "Of course, I do. You are the most generous person I know, sweetie, but you're responsible for an empire. Now, I'm not exactly poor but I'm nowhere near your level and I'd really feel better if we had that piece of paper in place, really."
Dave looked down at the dark, tousled head with its gleaming curls, his love for this man rising in his chest. "Kurt, part of my nature is to take care of the people I love. I don't have any close family; maybe there are a few distant cousins or something, people who never bothered to get to know me, so believe me when I say I want to give you the world – or as close to it as I can get."
Kurt chuckled softly and rubbed his hand up Dave's arm. "I know, baby, that's why I've got to protect you from yourself. Mmmm, speaking of family, how do you feel about kids?"
Dave almost succeeded in stifling a gasp as he straightened, unwittingly dislodging Kurt's head and earning himself a half-hearted glare. His eyes were round as he stared at the singer who looked back at him mildly now.
"Really, you'd want to have kids?" The incredulity in his voice would almost be comical if it wasn't so touching. Kurt sniffled and grabbed his hands, both of them sitting cross-legged now as they faced each other.
"Oh, sweetie, I want a whole 'passel' of kids with you! Why wouldn't I want to?" Kurt blinked rapidly as he teared up, grinning as he saw David doing the same. They grinned at each other like idiots for a bit before Dave hauled Kurt into his lap, kissing him all over and causing the smaller man to giggle.
"Kurt, you're the best thing that ever happened to me!" Dave nuzzled into the juncture where Kurt's neck flowed into his shoulder, his body starting to hum at the feel of the smooth skin beneath his lips. "I love you so much…"
No more words but a lot of sounds echoed beneath the canopy as the two men loved each other with a passion that was becoming familiar but never taken for granted. Limbs twined around limbs, tongues sparred and hands grasped silken skin wherever they could get hold. And when Dave slid into the tight, hot, welcoming body, he groaned at the intensity of the pleasure, his heart quaking with a love he feared it wasn't large enough to hold.
Soon but not too soon, the groans and wordless murmurs crescendoed in tandem with the convulsing of writhing, muscular bodies, arms and legs clutching and hips stuttering and plunging. Finally, with the sweat beading and hands soothing, their lips battled each other to be the first to issue the words, "I love you!"
KHDK
Sunday morning found Kurt on the phone with his dad and Carole; well, really Carole but she kept relaying the conversation to Burt.
"So, I'll see you guys around 3:30, 4 p.m.? Dinner would be around six; that okay?" Kurt was walking around the kitchen gathering the things he needed for the roast, having just sorted out breakfast for the guys.
He planned on doing a sirloin for Sunday dinner along with maybe a pork roast, deciding on fingerling potatoes, maybe Brussels sprouts, a casserole and also a salad to round things out. Dana had baked a walnut cake on Friday and he knew there was also ice cream in the freezer.
"Okay, so you'll tell Rachel, too? Good. See you then; love you!" He signed off with a little kissy sound, chuckling to himself as he heard Carole giggle. She really was a lovely person and he always enjoyed having her around.
"He had really been glad to hear that Finn had had to open the store today, though he didn't often work on a Sunday. He was the manager of the biggest mattress store in Lima and he took his job pretty seriously; the weekend was a busy time, Carole had told Kurt, so he felt he had to be there. Kurt hadn't minded the thought that Finn would be absent from the little family dinner he was rustling up. Nope, not at all.
Kurt danced around the kitchen, gathering things, checking out other stuff and humming to himself. Cooking was a rarity for him, being a bachelor, but it was something he'd enjoyed when he was younger and it had been just him and his dad.
He leaned down to check the crisper and squealed when hands planted themselves on his shorts-clad buttocks. "David Karofsky, what the hell?" He spun around with an outraged expression on his pink face.
Dave backed away with his hands held up, a huge grin on his face. "Hey, I can't help it if I'm presented with a perfect, heart-shaped…"
Kurt lunged at him with a wooden spoon he had grabbed from the counter and Dave dodged him around the island, a mocking grin on his face. "Oh, ya wanna play, huh?"
Kurt let out a little growl and feinted left but Dave was onto him. The bigger man had been a football player in high school and college and he clearly retained some of the skills. He was able to keep Kurt at bay, the smaller man flushed and breathless by the time he cornered Dave near the refrigerator.
"Surrender, sir, and we shall parley!" Kurt waved his wooden spoon in Dave's face as if it had been a foil and he one of the Queen's musketeers. Dave burst out laughing, feinted to the right and ended up grabbing Kurt around his waist and swinging him up off his feet.
"Arghhh, put me down, you're going to drop me, you nut!" Kurt giggled as he tried to get Dave to release him. He slid down Dave's body and when he felt the bulge in his lover's sweat pants he stilled. His breathing didn't slow because now his body was reacting to Dave's rather than the chase.
Dave leaned down, running his lips along the back of the long, pale neck and eased the spoon from Kurt's lax grip. He rubbed his bulge against the enticing backside snugged up against him and murmured, "you're so hot," into the pink ear.
Kurt moaned, his eyes sliding shut at the warmth of David's breath against his skin and the way his groin was frotting against his ass. Dave's other hand came around to slide up under Kurt's loose tee shirt, his fingers plucking delicately at a hardening nipple. Kurt let out a load groan and pushed back against Dave's cock.
"Guys, jeeze, get a room!" Puck's startled voice jerked the two men out of their little world and Kurt gasped as he looked up into amused grey eyes. He could see Devon peering at them from over Puck's shoulder and he blushed brighter at being caught like that in the kitchen.
Puck shook his head at them and said, a smirk evident in his tone: "I thought I'd take the guys to see the old school and maybe make a day of it, do the whole sight-seeing bit."
Dave cleared his throat and moved away from Kurt, making sure, though, that the bulge in his sweat pants was hidden from view. He nodded, a slight smile wreathing his lips. "Yeah, good idea and the weather is good for it. Enjoy it, guys."
They marched out of the kitchen, Devon throwing a little wink over his shoulder at Kurt, and then they were finally alone in the huge house. Kurt, suddenly realising this, looked at David, speculation evident in his eyes. He shook his head, however, when he remembered he had guests coming for dinner and nothing had been started yet.
He adjusted himself in his shorts, only just realizing that the soft material had probably left nothing to the imagination and blushed again. He caught David smirking and threw a tea towel at him, his own smile sneaking onto his face.
"It's all your fault, always sneaking up on me and turning me on," Kurt muttered as he turned to the waiting food. "Come on; make yourself useful, the family is coming over for dinner by 4 the latest."
Dave chuckled as he watched his fiancé busy himself with the food prep, doing his duty by handing to him anything he required. Dave had never cooked for himself except in college – if you could call what they did with a microwave and hot plate cooking. Now he watched Kurt buzz about like a little Suzy Homemaker and a warm feeling, familiar now, took up residence within his chest.
"They chatted about any and everything as they worked, Dave talking about his various properties that he felt Kurt would like and Kurt talking about growing up in Lima. Soft music played from the stereo in the living room and the hours until dinner time passed in the kind of peace and quiet that they had both missed.
By 3 o'clock, both men were in the shower, picking up where they'd left off in the kitchen, lips and teeth and tongues testing firm skin. Hands groped and tugged, stroking and burrowing and soon Kurt was being filled and taken against the tiles, his voice loud yet melodious in the enclosed space. Dave's body slammed into the smaller one, his head thrown back and eyes shut tight. Kurt, clutching the faucets for support, slammed back against his lover, his body hungry as his mind soared. Then they were both coming, crying out to each other as they wrung the last bit of pleasure they could before slumping, spent.
As 4 o'clock approached, the sated lovers were dressed and ready to receive their guests, eying each other's ensemble in admiration. Kurt as usual was resplendent in the blue and green cashmere sweater he'd received from Carole that complemented his skin tone and made his eyes glow. Then again, it could have been the intense lovemaking session in the shower that made him glow in Dave's eyes.
David was wearing a rust-colored sweater shot through with threads of gold teamed with dark-chocolate colored trousers. Kurt wore his gold and diamond bracelet while Dave wore no jewelry but for his watch and engagement ring. They were both the epitome of understated elegance.
Downstairs, Kurt headed to the kitchen, the room full of the wonderful smells of roasting meat. He checked that everything was at the proper stage and popped the baking sheet with the dinner rolls into the oven to reheat. He started on the gravy for both meats and Dave helped by setting the table and getting out the wine. It would be just seven of them for dinner because of Finn's absence and Kurt hoped that Rachel wouldn't be missing him too much.
When everything was finally ready, Kurt moved the silver centerpiece with its lush roses in multiple colors onto a side table to make room for the feast. He, instead, lit tall, tapering white candles to add a decorative touch, happy that they wouldn't take up too much space. He and Dave worked together, transferring things to and from the kitchen as if they'd been doing this all their life. The feeling of companionship was as deep and rich as the passion they shared and both men smiled in its glow.
Dave was heading to change the music on the stereo when the doorbell rang. They'd been so busy they hadn't heard the car pull up but now Kurt hurried from the dining room, hesitating to see if Dave wanted to get the door. Dave simply nodded at him to go ahead and Kurt took a deep breath before opening the door.
Lots of hugs and kisses and loud greetings came in a flurry as everyone hurried to get in out of the cold, Kurt laughing happily as he greeted his family. Turning finally, to close the door, however, he realised one other person had come around from the driver's side of the car.
His breath caught as his eyes landed on the last person he'd been expecting. His smile a pale thing on his pink lips, Kurt breathed: "Finn, I - we - weren't expecting you..."
Dave, who'd been hanging up everyone's coats and scarves, came up behind Kurt, a supportive hand on one shoulder, and stared at the taller man. He glanced down at Kurt then back at his fiancé's brother before pasting a smile on his face. Kurt, grasping the hand on his shoulder, looked up at Finn and nodded solemnly.
"Welcome to my home."
TBC
A/N 2: Well, not quite a cliff-hanger but I really needed to stop it there. I've yet to decide how much of a douchebag Finn is going to be in front of his whole family. Let me know what you think, please.
BTW, 'Underneath It All', performed by Gwen Stefani and No Doubt was written by Gwen Stefani and David Allan Stewart.