The Storm: Reconciliation
Chapter Forty
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: My boy is a little under the weather but not to fear, he will make it to his mini-reunion. Read and review, please, I live for this stuff.
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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By Monday afternoon, Kurt was definitely feeling more himself. The whole day Sunday had seen him almost hacking up a lung (nah, it wasn't that bad, it just felt that way) but now he smiled wanly at Dana who had just brought him up a glass of pineapple juice.
"Here, try this; you must be tired of orange juice by now," she said as she made sure he was holding the glass properly before letting go. She pulled up the armchair closer to the bed and watched as he sipped, his face lighting up in appreciation.
"Oh, wow, this is great_ cof!" He turned his head away as he coughed into the tissue in his other hand. He leaned back, looking at the glass of pale yellow juice curiously. He had always only had orange juice when he was sick as a kid but this was really good. "Does it have as much Vitamin C as OJ?"
"Yes, very much so and I actually prefer it myself. So why didn't you have Mr. Karofsky call me when you became sick?" Her tone wasn't accusing, just curious, and he shrugged as he looked at her.
"It really hadn't occurred to either of us, I guess because Mercedes was here. She had to leave early to get to the office this morning."
She nodded, accepting that, and then looked at him again, taking in the pale countenance and heavy eyes. She had a feeling, though, that he was looking better than he had on Saturday, knowing fairly well how a cold worked.
"Well, I'm here now, so is there anything special you want to eat. Y'know, feed a cold, starve a fever, that sort of thing?"
He chuckled and then coughed a bit, glad that the coughing had improved quite a bit since the day before. He shook his head though, not being able to think of anything at that moment.
"I don't know, maybe you can surprise me. What did you plan for lunch?" He settled himself more against the pillow as he smiled in anticipation.
She looked at him with a little smile on her face, her eyes soft in the low light. "I thought maybe you'd like a light stir-fry; strips of chicken sautéed in my special sauce and tossed with broccoli florets, carrots, sweet pepper and spring onion. I just might add some toasted almond slivers, I don't know."
She chuckled as she watched Kurt almost drool at the description of one of her family's favorite stir-fry dishes.
"Oh, gosh, that sounds so good! Slivered almonds, don't think I've had it with that before." Kurt's eyes were wide and looked a little more alert at the thought of the delicious food. It was the first time in days that he felt any spark of interest in food.
Over the weekend David, Mercedes and the guys had had to fend for themselves; he had been so out of it that he couldn't even remember asking them how they were managing. He knew they were all adults here and could handle things but it was in his nature to be a nurturer. Dave, though, had assured him that everything was good; that was guy-speak for "we ordered pizza" or "we're getting Chinese". Kurt had just smiled tiredly and sank back against his fluffy pillows. He hadn't slept so much at one time in all his life, he swore to himself.
Now, though, he was feeling so much brighter and here was Dana enticing him with her delicious food. He smiled as he listened to her talk about her girls and how she'd started to teach them to cook when they were pre-teens.
"I think I instilled in them a good attitude towards food. I didn't force them to eat every scrap on their plate like my mother did," she said, a rueful tone to her voice as her eyes became distant, obviously remembering earlier days.
"Yeah, I think it was something with our parents' generation, about cleaning your plate." Kurt agreed with the implied criticism of that kind of child-rearing.
"I think I developed a love-hate relationship with my mom just as I did with food because of that," she said quietly as she looked over at him. "Growing up and having my own kids made me want to do better by them, think of their needs more than just what was the so-called 'right' way to raise them."
Kurt looked at her, realizing that she had deep feelings still about things that had probably happened when she was a child. When she saw the way he looked at her she smiled and continued.
"I was pretty overweight as a teen," and when he looked surprised because she was so slender now, she nodded. "Yeah, I think I was just rebelling at the way my mother tried to control everything, especially what was on my plate. It was dumb, I know, and only ended up hurting myself in the end, but give thanks, I came to my senses."
"I wouldn't have known if you hadn't said anything," Kurt marveled as his eyes slid over her. "I was a pretty chunky kid, myself. Oh, nothing to do with rebelling, I guess it was just genes because my dad kinda has a burly build. Cof! Anyway, when I couldn't take the teasing anymore in school, I went on a pretty drastic diet. It was Mercedes, actually, who made me realize I could get the same result by dieting sensibly."
Dana nodded and got up, coming over to the bedside table and taking up the cough syrup. "Here, I think this will help," and poured a dose into the plastic cup from the top of the bottle.
Kurt took it gratefully, sighing at the way it soothed as it made its way down his throat. He sat back against the pillows, his eyes drooping a bit and he smiled at her. "Thanks; boy, am I sleepy. I haven't slept so much in years."
"Hmmm," she hummed softly. "Maybe your body is trying to catch up, eh?" She replaced the bottle and then fluffed his pillows, smoothed down his covers and then placed a cool hand on his forehead. She stood for a few seconds and then hummed again.
"No fever, that's very good. I think you'll be up and about by the middle of the week if you rest some more." She moved the armchair back into its previous position and then turned back to smile at him.
"I'll go and start prepping your special stir-fry and I'll bring it up for you when it's ready, okay?"
She headed to the door as she heard him agree, his voice drowsy and his eyes already shut. "Thank you, Dana, you're great."
She chuckled and waved over her shoulder as she pulled his door almost shut, nodding to David as she passed him heading towards the suite. She hoped as she headed down the stairs that he would let Kurt sleep. His body clearly needed it and he would recuperate that much faster, she mused to herself.
David poked his head around the door, hoping that Kurt would be asleep, and smiled to himself when he saw his angel reclining against his mound of pillows. He tiptoed into the bedroom and up to the bed, one hand reaching out to smooth the tousled hair, but he stopped himself in time.
He watched Kurt's chest rise and fall, feeling a twinge as he saw how frail and wan his love looked. At least he's getting better, his mind whispered, nothing to worry about. He stood for a while and just watched him sleep and then, when he realized what he was doing, he leaned over, careful not to jostle the bed, and dropped a featherlight kiss on the broad, pale forehead.
"I love you," he whispered and turned to leave.
"Love you, too," Kurt muttered, his eyes still closed but a very faint smile on his lips. He had surfaced just as David leaned over him but sleep still held him in its thrall and he sank beneath the waves again.
Dave's heart had leapt at the faint sound of his fiancée's soft voice but realized that Kurt had not been fully awake. He smiled to himself and headed out the door, musing once again at how much the slender singer had embedded himself in his soul.
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By Wednesday morning Kurt was heard humming in the shower, the warmth and humidity doing much to restore the melodic quality of his voice. He was so happy to be out of that bed (he had totally embarrassed himself the day before with his constant whining) and he could finally wash his hair!
People had no idea how much he loved his hair being clean and shiny and attention-grabbing, they didn't, he pouted to himself as he massaged a rich conditioner into the locks. He continued to hum as he soaped himself up, thinking he needed to shave his legs, too. He would so totally kiss whoever invented showers, oh, yes, he would because it had to be one of the greatest inventions, ever!
Having washed his body as squeaky clean as he could get it, he continued to the shaving of his legs, his mind turning towards David and his obsession with his thighs. He felt a faint stirring between his legs and smiled in triumph; yaaay, I really am getting better!
When he realized how crazy he was beginning to sound even in his own head, he laughed out loud and started rinsing out the conditioner with tepid water. Even after every trace of the cream had flowed from his thick strands, he stood beneath the shower's flow, enjoying this rare luxury – something he'd missed over the last few days.
Dave came into the bathroom and stood watching the water flow down Kurt's alabaster skin, his body reacting in its usual way. He hadn't touched Kurt sexually from the week before, Thursday, if he recalled, but he still was reluctant to push his recuperating lover into anything strenuous.
"Hey, handsome, coming to join me," Kurt's voice was just a teeny bit husky from his recent cold but it was quite sexy and Dave took a deep breath before shaking his head 'no'.
He ignored Kurt's tempting pout and stood his ground, though his eyes roved longingly down the long, beautiful body displayed before him. "I think you need to regain your strength, babe, seriously."
Kurt huffed, some of the water from the shower spraying out a bit when he did it and Dave chuckled at his childishness. He grabbed one of the huge, fluffy bath towels Kurt favored and held it aloft in both hands, waiting patiently for him to turn the water off and step out.
Kurt obliged him in his usual imperious manner and once again Dave flashed back to his body slave fantasy. He didn't think Kurt could read his mind but maybe the way his cheeks flushed gave away his thoughts.
The singer stood and waited for his fiancée to wrap the towel around him, snuggling into it and therefore into David's arms. He leaned against the larger body and felt the long arms go around him. He didn't care that his wet hair was probably soaking David's shirt – he knew his lover wouldn't care – and hummed in satisfaction.
"Your hair smells so good," Dave whispered as he rocked Kurt in his arms, his hands rubbing up and down the slender body beneath the towel in an absent-minded caress.
"Mmmmm," Kurt hummed as he snuggled his nose against Dave's chest, taking in the familiar scent of his lover. He rubbed his body against the bulge he could feel in David's jeans but the man only moved his hips away.
"Come, let me dry your hair," Dave muttered as he grabbed a smaller, equally fluffy towel. Once again he ignored Kurt's pout but he felt bad when his lover's shoulders slumped. "Baby, you know I want to – heck, you can feel that I do – but I want to wait until you feel stronger."
He looked pleadingly at Kurt, his face so hangdog that Kurt couldn't help smiling. "Okay, you big softie, I'll behave," and he rubbed his hair to take out most of the water. Taking his fluffy robe from David he handed over the bath towel and headed into the bedroom. Going to sit as usual at his dressing table, a bit of mischief popped up in his mind and, taking up a jar of cream, he sat so that one long, smooth leg was exposed.
He hummed tunefully as usual as he creamed his leg, knowing of course that David was standing by the bathroom door staring at him. He pretended he didn't see him and lifted the heel up onto the edge of the stool, giving his horny fiancé a show. When he was finished with that leg, he paused and took a deep breath, as if the task had worn him out and sat back a bit.
In a flash, David was at his feet, taking a scoop of rich cream out of the jar and rubbing it between his large hands. He didn't look at Kurt but he simply moved the robe out of the way, ignoring his proximity to Kurt's crotch, and began creaming the skin of his thigh.
Kurt sighed as he relaxed into the feel of the large, warm hands on him and if a little moan slipped out, well, it wasn't his fault that it felt so good, was it?
Dave's eyes flicked up to Kurt's crotch, thankfully hidden from view by the soft, terry fabric of the robe, and looked back down at muscle beneath his hand. He closed his eyes as he felt himself harden further and, taking up more cream, he continued his self-imposed task. God, I must have done this in another life, I swear, he berated himself. I just can't keep my hands off.
When he finished he sat back on his heels, his head still down and Kurt sat and watched him, both their breathing unnaturally loud in the silence.
Then he felt Kurt's soft hand come beneath his chin and lift his head up. He looked up into the deep blue eyes and he smiled at his own behavior. He straightened up, slid his arms around Kurt's slender waist and hugged him.
"I love you so much…" he muttered into Kurt's fragrant neck and then, spying an errant drop of water sneaking down the back of the long neck, he flicked his tongue out and licked it. Kurt shuddered in his arms, a soft little sound escaping him.
"David, sweetie, did you just lick me?" He pulled back and stared, a bemused smile on his pink mouth.
Dave nodded and admitted: "I couldn't help it. Hey, you need to finish drying your hair properly."
Kurt stared at him for a second or two and then shook his head, smiling as Dave got up and moved over to the bed. He went back into the bathroom to use the dryer, making sure his hair was completely dry and then came back out to join his lover on the bed.
Settling down into David's arms, he made himself comfortable as he stroked the larger man's stomach, not trying to turn him on but just because he liked the feel of him.
"Mmmm, I wonder how many people are gonna turn up tonight?" He tilted his head back on the long stem of his neck to peer up into Dave's drowsy face. "Are you falling asleep on me?"
Dave hummed and nuzzled Kurt's head, tugging him back to lie with his head on Dave's chest. "Yes, and I suggest you do the same if you don't want to fade a couple of hours in tonight."
Kurt nodded in agreement and settled down for a nap. He'd already set his phone to alarm a couple of hours before they were to leave. He was so looking forward to a night out, especially as he would be seeing people he hadn't seen in years. Wow, he thought as his mind slowed down, I wonder what Tana looks like now, hmmmm…
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Three hours later, Kurt, Dave, Puck along with Devon and Ian piled out of their cars and into the club. Black light made the artwork and posters on the walls of the black-painted entranceway gleam an eye-popping neon purple and Kurt grinned to himself. Already the music was thumping and as they entered into the large space with the bar to his left, he peered around for his best friend.
A loud squeal, even with the music blasting, drew his attention to his diva-licious friend's presence seconds before Mercedes practically threw herself into his arms.
"Kurt, you're late! Come here, baby, Tana's over here. Oh, hi, Dave, hi guys!" And just like that she was dragging a wide-eyed Kurt over to a group holding up the bar. "You're looking good, white boy, for someone who was just on his sickbed!"
She laughed out loud and Kurt, glancing back at a bewildered-looking David, wondered how many drinks she'd had already.
Kurt was glad he'd worn his favorite color as he'd, for some reason, not felt like dressing up, so he was wearing a cropped leather jacket over a black turtle neck sweater and his usual skinny black jeans and chunky boots. He had decided on a little help for his face and wore concealer, lashings of mascara that did wonders for his eyes and organic lip balm with a hint of color. He felt more alive than he had in days and he knew he looked good, too.
Dave and the guys had decided to go in the direction Mercedes had tugged Kurt so they were strung out behind him, weaving their way through a bunch of people they didn't know or, more likely, didn't remember from school.
When he arrived, though, Kurt was being hugged to death by a stunning Latina beauty he assumed was the aforementioned Tana (or Santana, Kurt had told him earlier) and the blond guy from the restaurant/club, Sam, was grinning at all of them.
"Kurtsie!" Santana's voice was loud enough for Dave to hear and he winced because it must have been deafening for Kurt, for she had his head clasped to her shoulder, almost smothering him. "My god, lady-lips, where'd you run off to after New York?"
Kurt eased himself back though he stood with his arms around her still, taking in her gleaming tanned skin and the super-tight red bandage dress she was rocking. Her diminutive height was ably assisted by the sexiest pair of strappy shoes with wicked six-inch heels and she really looked fabulous. Her black-olive eyes were shining as she turned to the entourage just arriving behind Kurt.
"Uhm, Kurt, all these hunks belong to you?" Her eyes landed on Noah and they widened and Kurt knew that once again Puck's reputation had preceded him. "Hey, I know you… I think?"
Kurt giggled as he realized that the drinks had definitely been attacked before he and his guys had arrived. Sam nodded at the group in greeting, his eyes lingering on Ian, and sipped from his bottle, looking flushed and just as giddy as Tana did.
"No, dear, all these hunks don't belong to me, just this one," and he hauled David forward by an impressive bicep. "This is my fiancé, David, and, sweetie, this is the fabulous Santana Lopez."
Santana, to give her credit, had immediately recognized David and apart from a slight widening of her eyes and a little gasp, she said nothing, just smiled brilliantly at him. Dave, for his part, smiled at her and then looked at Kurt.
"'Kurtsie'? What, was that his nickname at school?" Dave grinned at Kurt's discomfiture. "And, hold on, 'lady-lips'?"
Mercedes chimed in. "Oh, yes, and lady-face, Porcelain, any number of nicknames for baby boy, here," she giggled tipsily and then remembered the rest of the group. "Oh, and Noah Puckerman; you remember we all had crushes on him, right?"
Santana nodded and smiled in her usual predatory fashion but then her eyes widened again as she noticed the way the tanned, muscular hunk was hugging the shorter guy with the long curly hair rather protectively to his side. She nodded at Puck and stared at Devon until Puck introduced him.
"This is my guy, Devon, and behind me is Ian; they're Brits, so go easy on them, okay?" Puck smirked down at Devon, admiring the way the club lights made the beautiful light blue eyes turn silver.
Ian simply nodded as usual at the group, his eyes already wandering around as if he were constantly threat-assessing.
Mercedes, who was nominally in charge, turned to the newcomers, asking them if they wanted to head to the bar and order or were they going to hit the dance floor.
Dave looked at Kurt and decided that alcohol was out of the question tonight but asked him what he wanted. Kurt, knowing the deal, simply asked for diet Coke, his favorite drink anyway and Dave asked Santana if he could get her a refill. She was actually having a margarita which she said she didn't often indulge in and smiled at Kurt's hunky guy.
When they all moved to a table large enough to seat all of them, she turned to Kurt. "Oh, Artie is here somewhere," she leaned over to speak to him because the music was so loud. Her cleavage was on full display and Kurt thought to himself if he had been straight he would have been seriously impressed.
"Artie, that's good! I so want to catch up with all the folks I remember. Well, not everyone," he smirked as he spoke close to her ear and she smiled in understanding. She remembered high school had pretty much sucked for him because of the jocks' bullying. She herself had been quite sought-after because she'd been a cheerleader even though she eventually came out as bi-sexual.
On his other side, Sam leaned over to Kurt, pointing out a couple of guys who had been jocks in their year. Kurt was staring around at all the people bouncing around on the dance floor, obviously tanked already on the free liquor, and wondered if they were all McKinley alumni.
Sam must have been reading his mind because he grinned, his full lips revealing gleaming teeth. "I think some folks are the plus-ones or friends. 'Cedes and I got onto 'Book and a couple of other sites and spread the word."
Kurt nodded in understanding, not having thought of Facebook himself for spreading the news about the mini-reunion. Watching the dancers gyrate around and the other people occupying the tables scattered around the room, he realized he didn't have a chance in hell of recognizing or remembering even half of these people.
He looked up as Dave and the guys returned with the drinks and he shifted over to give David room to set down everything he was carrying. Puck took a seat and then pulled a startled Devon to sit in his lap; Ian took the seat that had its back to a wall, of course, and David squeezed in next to Kurt. Tana and Sam were side by side and 'Cedes was on Sam's other side and beside Kurt.
Kurt sipped his beverage, glad that it wasn't too cold and glanced around as he listened to the music, an eclectic mix of hits from the last several decades. They were all fairly fast with a heavy beat and some were what he used to call 'humping' tunes that had the couples on the floor rubbing up against each other happily.
He smiled as he wondered if he could get Dave on the dance floor during one of the sexier songs. He determined that he would get at least a couple of dances out of his shy fiancé tonight. Oh yes, he was here to have fun and he was going to kill it!
Dave smiled as he watched Kurt's head and one knee bopping to the music, recognizing most of the songs as hits from across several decades. It was all danceable stuff though he wasn't one for dancing but he knew he would have to dance with Kurt tonight, it went without saying.
The others chattered a bit as they sipped their drinks and watched the dancers. When a song came on that he recognized but couldn't name, Mercedes squealed, grabbed Santana's hand, and headed to the floor.
Kurt leaned over and tried to speak relatively softly. "She and Santana performed it once in our glee club. Oldies but goodies, I think was the assignment."
Dave's head was nodding to the rhythmic beat of the song, admiring the female singer's vocals and asked Kurt if he remembered the name of the song.
"I think it's called 'Nice and Slow'," and Dave laughed with him because the song was anything but nice and slow. "The group was from the Eighties, I think, called La Bouche."
Dave made up his mind and grabbed Kurt's hips to lift him from his lap. "Let's go!" He laughed at the surprised and delighted look on his love's face as Kurt laughed out loud.
The two men set their drinks down and headed into the crowd. Kurt ended up with his arms around Dave's neck and Dave's arms on his hips. Kurt had discarded the jacket and the tight sweater showed off his slender body and sexy low-slung jeans. The numerous zippers on the jeans caught the baby spotlights and accentuated the sensual movement of hips as they danced to the music.
They had eyes for no one else though several pairs of eyes were following their every move. The music was really sexy and the way Kurt moved was seriously attention-grabbing. Dave was proud that this delicious boy was his and, without thinking about it, lowered his lips to Kurt's tempting mouth.
Santana and Mercedes both faltered in their movements as they watched the two hot men exchange a slow, sensual kiss on the dance floor. When the music changed, they were still joined together at the lips and several other dancers had turned to watch them.
Mercedes, however, was distracted when a hand tapped her shoulder and she startled, turning to look up into Kirin Babcock's dark eyes. She smiled up at him and nodded at his silent request. They moved slightly away from Santana who then hooked a random passing guy and wrapped herself around the grateful stranger.
When Kurt and David pulled away, Kurt smiled dreamily, his body still moving to the music. "What brought that on, sweetie," he spoke just loudly enough for David to hear above the music.
"You looked like you really wanted to dance to that song and I couldn't resist," Dave looked over Kurt's head to notice that people had been watching them. "And we had an audience, too."
Kurt threw back his head, uncaring of any watchers, and laughed, his voice still a little husky from his earlier illness. "Let them watch. I bet they were all envying me," and he smiled as faint color washed David's cheeks. His fiancé was so not used to genuine compliments, but he would change that.
They continued dancing for several more songs but Dave, always mindful that Kurt had just been ill, decided they should sit out the next few songs. Kurt, inclined to pout, acquiesced anyway and led Dave off of the dance floor and towards their table.
Devon and Puck were on the floor and Sam was bouncing around out there with an older guy so only Ian was waiting for them. Kurt frowned slightly and as he took his seat, he leaned over to the reserved man.
"Ian, you're seriously not going to sit here the whole night and just watch, right?" Kurt's pout was more pronounced and Ian looked from him to David but there was no rescue from that source. Dave raised an eyebrow at him, taking up his drink to sip and await Ian's reply.
"I'm not much for dancing, you know that, I think." His always serious voice sounded a little defensive and Kurt smiled slightly, looking at him with a speculative gleam in his blue eyes. Ian knew he would not get away without dancing at least once tonight. He sighed.
Kurt snorted. "Don't look so put-upon, this is a party, my party and I demand that you have fun!"
Dave laughed at the ridiculous statement but pretended he hadn't when Kurt turned his glare on him. Dave shrugged and tugged Kurt to sit in his lap.
"Sweetie, if the man doesn't want to dance, he doesn't have to," and proceeded to kiss the pout from Kurt's face. Kurt looked really beautiful tonight; the darkened lashes made his amazing eyes stand out. When they pulled apart, the smooth cheeks were slightly flushed and he was happy to see that the dissatisfied little look in his eyes was gone.
Ian, watching them discreetly while he sipped his soda excused himself as he got up but paused to look at the two lovers.
"I'm going to get some food; interested?"
The other two nodded, Kurt realizing that he was, indeed, feeling a little peckish and remembered that Kirin had said he would look about ordering the party food himself.
Ian nodded and moved off to the bar, catching the eye of one of the scurrying bartenders and letting him know what he wanted and how much. As he waited he turned to lean against the bar, his dark eyes wandering over the crowd that seemed to be getting more boisterous. And was the damned music louder? He shook his head at the pulsating feeling in his chest, certain that his heartbeat had synchronized with the thumping bass line.
As he waited for his order, he watched as Sam detached himself from his partner and slithered between the dancers. He ended up coming to a stop beside Ian but they said nothing to each other. For some reason Ian felt an urge to look at the blond beside him, kicking himself mentally when he gave into said urge.
Sam immediately smiled his blinding smile at him. "Having fun yet?"
Ian eyed the blond who was simply dressed in a pale blue button down shirt that was open halfway down his fabulous chest and a pair of pale jeans, tight enough to make his bulge noticeable. Ian cleared his throat and nodded but didn't say anything.
Sam turned sideways so he could look directly at the quiet Brit, something about the man sparking a hot feeling in the pit of his stomach. He cleared his throat and decided to just ask. "Would you want to dance with me later?"
Ian studied the open, handsome face and, as if he had no control whatsoever, he found himself nodding. "Okay, later."
Sam's bright grin stunned him again and the blond nodded rapidly. "Okay, I'll come get you… later," and he moved away from him back into the crowd on the dance floor.
Ian shook his head in bemusement and almost startled when the bartender placed a tray of finger foods beside him. Ian just grunted, "cheers" in thanks and grabbed the tray, making his way back to the safety of his table and the waiting folks.
He didn't know what had gotten into him to make him agree to a dance with Sam but he would do it, if only to shut Kurt up.
Kurt and Dave had been rejoined by Santana and Mercedes though Puck and Devon were nowhere to be seen, presumably lost in the heaving mass on the dance floor.
Mercedes clapped her hands in appreciation of the delicious-smelling food and everyone dived into the platter. The bartender had included napkins for which Kurt, especially, was grateful and he proceeded to feed David and himself quite happily.
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Several hours later, a flushed and happy Kurt was leaning against David, presumably dancing but to be honest they were just shuffling around at this point. He had his head against his lover's chest when, as one song segued into another, he heard a derisive snigger. He tensed, wondering if David had heard it too but suddenly he could hear a guy talking near to them.
"I always knew that big mouth was made for sucking cock," and a female voice shushed the idiot. The guy continued: "No, no, didn't I always used to say that? Where's the guys?"
The female voice started to complain loudly as she was apparently abandoned by the guy she'd been dancing with and Kurt turned his head to see what was going on. The song was a slow, soft one so conversations were more discernible or he figured he would not have heard the guy at all.
He looked up in time to see three guys advancing on an oblivious Sam and Ian who surprisingly were dancing pretty close together.
Kurt gasped as he watched one of the guys spin Sam around but between one blink and the next, Ian had punched the guy who fell, sprawled on the floor. The other two obviously former jocks paused, not knowing what to do as their leader had been taken out so suddenly.
Dave grasped Kurt to keep him from trying to interfere because he knew Ian had it handled. As they watched, Ian delivered a mindboggling series of hits to the other two idiots and then they, too, were sprawled on the floor.
Two of the bartenders and the bouncer (we had bouncers? Kurt marveled) came and dragged the three unconscious men outside as their dates squealed and cried, no one making a move to help them.
Kirin, who had been dancing once more with Mercedes, looked up towards the deejay booth, did a little twirling move with the two first fingers of his right hand and suddenly the music was louder, prompting everyone to forget about the little tussle and continue dancing.
The lights swirled faster and the AC even seemed to come on a little harder, causing the revelers to feel a renewed interest in having fun. The smell of the hot finger foods no doubt helped with this as the people seated at the tables dived into the fresh offerings.
Kurt smiled to himself and turned back to David, looking up at his lover's serious face. He used one hand to turn David to look down at him and he leaned up for a kiss. Dave happily complied, the fracas fading from his mind as Kurt's luscious body enticed his into moving again.
After Ian had roundly dispatched the idiots that had interrupted them, Sam had figured Ian would have had enough of dancing but he was pleasantly surprised when the Brit had turned back to him and muttered, "I always liked this song" and grabbed his hips, bringing Sam snugly up to his muscular body.
Sam's head was spinning as he faintly registered the Savage Garden song 'Promises' and he slid his arms around Ian's neck, his pulse speeding up at their proximity and the sensuality of the song's opening verse.
Well don't you know I need a
Little indulgence?
Listen to the hunter becoming
Hunted…
He blushed at the intensity of Ian's stare and he knew the pulse in his throat was beating out a tattoo of want, his cock hardening at the press of the bigger man against him.
Ian stared into Sam's face, not hiding the fact that the blond turned him on and hiding a smirk as he saw that Sam was just as turned on, too. That pulse fluttering at the base of his throat was a dead giveaway and Ian, having lived like a monk for nearly two years because he was picky, decided that his drought was going to end tonight.
Unbeknownst to them, Mercedes had seen the way the men couldn't stop staring at each other. She smiled ruefully for a second or two but then shrugged it off. She had a wager to make good on because not ten minutes ago Kirin had asked her out and she had stared at him, stunned, before laughingly agreeing to go out with him. Kurt had called it so right and she was pretty happy with the handsome manager's interest in her.
Puck and Devon, who had been missing for a while, had returned to the table shortly after Kurt and David had gone to dance the first time. No one asked them where they had been as Devon's flushed face and disheveled curls had given everything away, not to mention the smug, sated look on Puck's tanned face.
Kurt, when he and Dave had eventually returned and seen the two men, exchanged knowing looks, remembering their own recent illicit rendezvous in a semi-public men's room. He leaned over and sang a few lines of the chorus of Usher's 'Making Love in This Club' to which Dave burst out laughing, shaking his head at his naughty lover.
All in all, the night had gone splendidly, despite that little hiccup with the homophobic jackasses. Kurt had linked up with Artie who was no longer wheelchair bound but who wore high-tech prosthetics that allowed him to walk, sort of. Kurt had been fascinated by the technology and promised himself he would get David to see if he could fund research into its further development. He was happy to see Artie moving around, albeit stiltedly but he was certain the other man was glad for the freedom.
Suddenly, Dave grabbed Kurt's hand, his other pointing upward to indicate the song that had started playing. They had been gearing up to leave but now Kurt found himself being tugged once more towards the dance floor. Behind him he could hear Tana and 'Cedes going "awwww!" as he hurried to keep up with an eager David.
David embraced Kurt as he began to sway them to the music. Kurt hadn't heard this song in years but his heart melted when David started to sing the words, low and soft, in Kurt's ear.
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
Oooohoo-oo-oo
A thousand angels dance around
Oooohoo-oo-oo
I am complete now that I found you…
Kurt's eyes were moist as he stared up at David, knowing that his lover meant every word of the song some used to consider cheesy and overly romantic. It had been a hit back in the Nineties, he remembered, and he had always loved it, a memory of his parents dancing to it in the living room coming back to him. He was so moved that David loved it enough to sing it to him here on the dance floor.
He buried his flushed face against David's chest, uncaring of the eyes on them and promised himself that they would dance to this at their wedding. He would have to come up with a playlist, he thought to himself, because, as musical as they both were, they were bound to have a whole slew of favorite songs to dance to on that night.
The song came to an end and the two lovers, having had enough of being the center of all attention, made their way off the only half-crowded dance floor and back to their table. The others, sensing that the night was drawing to a close, got up to get their last dance, leaving Kurt and Dave to snuggle in one chair.
Dave glanced up at his beautiful lover, happy that the flush on his face was from happiness and not illness. He would see to it, though, that Kurt spent all that day, because it was past midnight already, in bed and resting. He wanted him to be a one hundred per cent fit when he made love to him, nothing less would do.
Later as he helped Kurt into his jacket, he kept one arm around him, not wanting him to catch a chill in the cooler air outside the club. Kurt snuggled into David's warm, protective embrace and by the time they had got into their car he was more than ready to admit he was tired.
He had had fun though and he promised he would call Mercedes when he surfaced later to set up their spa date. He so loved it when he was right, he crowed to himself. Look out, Miss Jones, he thought smugly, Kurt Hummel, Matchmaker, is taking over!
He chuckled intermittently all the way home and Dave, just happy that his love was happy, simply let him.
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TBC
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A/N: Whew, I think this is the longest so far. Please, let me know if you liked it, if you didn't and why, okay? The Savage Garden songs were both by Darren Hayes and Daniel Jones.