The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Forty-Four
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: I know quite a number of you are reading it but I need feedback, guys, so I don't feel as if I'm operating in a vacuum. I'm not too proud to beg, okay?
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
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"Mercedes Jones, do you know what this means?" Kurt bounced into the guest bedroom and over to the bed, unheeding of the fact that his best girl was rolling over and glaring at him from one bleary eye.
"Kurt Hummel, do you know what time it is? And on a Saturday? What are you, twelve?" She grunted as she grabbed a pillow and plastered it to her head, trying to ignore the really too chipper man on the bed beside her.
"Are you always this grumpy in the mornings? Besides, it's almost 9 o'clock, the day is wasting away. 'Cedes," he continued to whine, adding a jabbing finger to his torture, "come on!"
Mercedes growled as she rolled over again, realizing that she would get no further rest for now. She settled herself against the mound of pillows and smiled reluctantly when she got a good look at her friend's face.
Kurt was almost glowing, his blue-green eyes bright, his cheeks rosy and his lips puffy and pink. Her eyes narrowed playfully as she guessed why they were in that condition. She smirked at him as she asked: "You mean you left your bed in which a hot, hunky man is lying to come and harass me? Should I be flattered?"
She laughed out loud as Kurt flushed but he shook his head at her, his lips parting in one of his goofy smiles that showed his teeth. "I have something to tell you and it's really, really important!"
She mock-sighed and crossed her arms beneath her ample breasts, rolling her eyes as she indicated that he should continue his big reveal.
He bounced on his knees on the bedspread beside her and leaned forward, his face only inches from hers as he lowered his voice conspiratorially. "We are going shopping!"
She pulled her head back a bit so she could stare at him without her eyes crossing and asked, puzzled: "Okaaay, yes, we are going shopping… but why is that so exciting?"
He huffed, leaned back to sit on his heels and pouted at her. "We are going shopping, yes, but you're supposed to ask me where!"
Mercedes straightened up some more against the pillows and frowned at him now, a sarcastic tone entering her voice. "Listen up, white boy: it's waaay too early for two grown-ass people to be playing guessing games! Now – where … are we … shopping."
Kurt grinned at her, unrepentant, his eyes wide and sparkling. "New York!"
Mercedes gaped at him and then shook her head, her satin sleep band dislodging itself and falling down over one eye. She grabbed it up and off her head as she stared at her crazy friend. "What? When?"
"Now!" Kurt shouted, leaping off the bed as he hurried to her closet, flinging the doors open as he grabbed her luggage.
"Hey-hey, hold up! What do you mean – now?" Mercedes slid off the bed and went over to grab the suitcase from him, pushing it back inside the closet and blocking him from reaching for it again.
Hands on her hips, she stared at him as if she really thought he wasn't playing with a full deck. Kurt huffed and pouted before wrapping his arms around himself and eyeing her cautiously.
"'Cedes, David is taking us to New York today to do some shopping for our trip to France. Clear enough now?"
Mercedes felt a huge grin threatening to burst out of her but she held it in to narrow her eyes at her best friend. She mirrored his stance and looked teasingly at him as she folded her arms. "No foolin'? New York."
Kurt nodded vigorously, his hair flopping in his eyes as he advanced on her to grab her shoulders. "Yes! That's why I wanted to get you up so we could plan our itinerary. Where have you always wanted to shop, all the stores you've always wanted to hit?"
Now she allowed herself to laugh out loud and she slipped her arms beneath his to hug him close to her. "Oh, sweetie, oh my god, I don't believe it!"
She suddenly pulled away and turned to grab her suitcase and then turned back frantically to dash to the bathroom. "Damn, I've got to get my act together, baby boy! What time are we leaving?"
Kurt grinned as he watched her dashing around like a headless chicken and he moved to the door to go get his own things sorted. "Dave has to call the airport to let them know he'll need the plane. After that, I guess – anytime we're ready."
She poked her head back out the bathroom door, her toothbrush sticking out the side of her mouth. "M'okay," and then she was gone again.
Kurt chuckled as he left, closing the door softly and then heading back to his suite. He had awakened that morning with the thought in his mind and when he'd just mentioned to David that it was such a pity that they couldn't get some shopping in before their trip, his fiancé had surprised him by asking him why not.
He had gaped at the larger man whose sleepy golden eyes put Kurt in mind of a lion's. When he'd asked him what he meant, David had dragged him into a snuffly embrace, his nose tickling Kurt's neck as he'd simply said, "billionaire, duh!"
For a second or two it hadn't even registered and then he'd pulled back to stare wide-eyed at his generous lover. He then proceeded to kiss the stuffing out of him, climbing on top of the startled man and grinding down on his awakening erection.
David had groaned and grabbed his hips, pushing up so his stiffening cock rubbed against his butt and they'd frotted to a fast though satisfying climax. He had loved how David had thrown his head back and moaned out his name and he'd felt so powerful, so loved in that unusually brief interlude.
After, when they were panting and cooling down, still wrapped in each other's arms, they'd worked out the details. When they'd had their showers, David had reminded him to go and tell Mercedes, and to find out if it was possible for her to make the trip that day. Kurt had kissed him lingeringly before leaving their suite to go and jump on Mercedes's bed and wake her up.
Now he was back in the suite to get dressed, noting that David had already gone downstairs, and he hummed to himself as he selected his outfit for the day before deciding on what he was taking with him. It would be a relatively short trip because Mercedes had to be back in office some time on Monday, no doubt. Regardless, he was going to make it a whirlwind shopping trip and he was determined to make it as much fun as possible for both David and 'Cedes.
In less than 90 minutes the three were packed and munching on the breakfast pastries that Dana had left for them and quaffing mugs of steaming Blue Mountain coffee. Kurt and Mercedes' eyes were alight with excitement and Dave chuckled quietly as he listened to the two, often talking over each other as they decided on which stores they were going to storm. The flight was actually less than two hours but since they'd be taking a limo into the city, they had to factor street traffic into their plans as well. All in all, he figured, the two fashionistas would have quite a few shopping hours left to squeeze into their day.
He sighed as he thought that the friends sounded like kids hopped up on too much sugar but he really enjoyed seeing them happy. He was glad he could do this for them; he didn't have very many friends apart from Puck and a couple of people he'd met over the years. The people in his life fell mainly into two categories: staff and acquaintances.
"Oh, yes, don't forget, we have to pick up gifts for Lije and Sean!" Kurt's eyes widened impossibly as he stared happily at David who was only smirking down into his coffee mugs. Kurt's eyes narrowed in suspicion and he tilted his head at his fiancé. "What are you smirking at, David Karofsky?"
Dave jerked his head up and tried not to grin more widely. "Nothing, really; I was just thinking it's nice when you bounce."
Mercedes burst out laughing; she was glad she had finished swallowing her coffee because, seriously, that image that just popped into her mind would certainly have made her choke. "Whew!" she fanned herself as her chuckles finally died down, nearly starting up again as she took in the blush and pout on her friend's face.
Dave shrugged apologetically at Kurt, though he knew his love wasn't angry, just maybe a tad embarrassed. He got up and came around the little breakfast table to gather Kurt into a quick hug, dropping a swift kiss on the tempting mouth.
"I've got to go talk to Puck about the plane. Love you," he smiled as he pecked Kurt on the tip of his upturned, pointy nose.
Kurt huffed a bit but he smiled back at his hunky lover. He damned his fair skin for always giving away his discomfiture but that 'bounce' comment simply reminded him of their earlier interlude. "Okay, sweetie, 'Cedes and I should be ready in a bit, right?" He raised an eyebrow at her and when she nodded he in turn nodded at David.
The three separated to do all that was needed to be done to sort out their things; Kurt especially needed to call Dana to let her know they'd be heading out of town but should be back on Monday.
Dana was a little surprised to be getting a call from her young employer that Saturday but she was glad he thought to tell her about his little impromptu trip. He was considerate that way and a really generous person – that thought borne out when he teased her that he wanted to bring back something special for her from the city.
"Oh, but you don't have to do that!" She had been a little taken aback but she smiled as she listened to his musical voice chuckling in her ear.
"Please, don't spoil my fun, Dana! Now, is there anything you had ever wanted but never got for yourself? Just give me an idea."
She realized he was very serious; this was not just lip service for him, he really wanted to bring her a gift. She pondered silently for a moment and then she sighed. "Okay, don't laugh but I've always wanted something by Chanel."
Kurt smiled to himself; really, it was perfect and he knew just what he would get her. In fact, he remembered that she had two daughters and he was going to enlist the aid of his best girl in picking out gifts for them, too.
"Oh, that's a great idea. I've always loved Chanel. So, I'll see you on Monday then, okay?"
They rang off after she'd wished him Godspeed and he smiled to himself. He wished more Christians were like her and Mercedes; warm and nonjudgemental. Hmmm, maybe there'd be more people converting, he thought as he headed up the stairs. He passed Ian as he was doing his rounds, checking the doors and windows and his mind flicked briefly to Sam. He paused with one foot on the first step and cleared his throat.
"Is everything okay with you, Ian? We don't get to talk much." He smiled slightly as he watched the older man pause with his back to him and then turn around, a resigned air about him.
Ian looked at his boss's young lover; he knew what the diva wanted to find out but it really was only his business to know. Still, he realized that Kurt was a generous person by nature and wasn't asking just to be nosy.
"I'm good, couldn't be better," he said firmly and was going to leave it there but the soft look in Kurt's blue-green eyes derailed him. "I've had a good time getting to know your friend. Sam's a good man."
Kurt, who'd picked up on Ian's reticence, simply nodded and smiled, saying as he turned away: "I'm glad that you've had a good time."
With that he headed up the stairs, shaking his head at how very much like pulling teeth it was to get anything from the reserved security agent.
Ian, on his part, breathed a sigh of relief that Kurt hadn't pushed it further. He himself didn't know how he felt about the sexy blond with the killer body. He flushed a bit when he remembered how, the night of the mini-reunion, he'd practically fallen on the younger man, barely giving him time to catch his breath before he was pounding into him.
Sam had seemed to welcome the ferocity of his lovemaking and Ian had been happy that he'd taken the basement suite when they'd come to this house. Sam had been unexpectedly loud in his appreciation of Ian's prowess, begging him to mark him everywhere.
Ian had let go of all those months of his long dry spell, sating himself almost stupid in the tight, hot body beneath him. Twice more after that initial rut they slaked themselves on and in each other and when Sam had left the next day, Ian had slept for long hours after.
They had met up a few times since then but, although Ian found Sam a really nice guy and the sex had been really great, he didn't think it would go anywhere. After all, they lived and worked an ocean apart and, more importantly, Sam hadn't indicated that he'd wanted anything more than the mind-blowing sex.
Now the household was going to New York for the weekend and because they hadn't made plans to meet up, he wondered if he should call Sam and tell him he'd be out of town.
Finishing up with the perimeter of the house and making sure everything was secure, he went downstairs to get his bags. Arriving in the basement suite, he decided to give Sam a call; it was the polite thing to do, after all.
He held back a smile as he heard Sam's cheerful voice. "Hi, I didn't expect you to call today..."
Ian grunted but answered with: "I didn't plan to but the folks are going out of two for the weekend. We'll be back on Monday."
He waited for Sam to say something and when he did he detected a trace of disappointment in the light voice. "Okay, then, uh, I suppose we'll talk, uhm, when you get back?"
Ian found he hated that tentative, unsure sound in the other man's voice. He frowned as he replied: "Of course, I'll call you …" and then found himself at a loss for more words. He listened to Sam breathing on the other end and cursed silently as he felt his cock twitch.
"Uhm, yeah, that's good then…" and Sam too trailed off.
Ian dropped his head into one hand and then rubbed his eyes. "Look, I've gotta go. Take care of yourself, yeah?" His voice had turned a bit gruff and he knew Sam would understand what that meant.
Sure enough, there was a smile in Sam's voice as the other man answered quickly. "Yeah, I will. You too, okay?"
Ian could kick himself for the way his heart sped up now that Sam sounded happier. He merely grunted and slid the phone shut, dropping his chin to his chest as he thought about what he would rather be doing with the blond right that minute.
He knew that ending his bout of celibacy would result in him craving more sex but Sam was to blame too. He couldn't remember ever having as generous a lover as the muscular blond. Sam was willing to do anything and he handled Ian's occasional roughness with equanimity. Also, he wasn't clingy and Ian almost – almost – wished he would be a bit needier. Then Ian would know that he wasn't just another ship 'passing in the night' so to speak with the other man.
He rubbed the back of his neck and finally rose from the edge of the bed, pocketing his phone and making sure he had all the tools of his trade well stowed away. This trip to New York City would be a pain for him but it was his job to go where his primary went. At least it wouldn't be too long a trip. He realized he was pushing into deeper and scarier waters in his thoughts of Sam but right now he just didn't give a damn. Sam made him feel good and he wanted as much of that feeling as he could get. Life was just way too short not to try and grasp a little happiness.
Kurt was right and it irked him to have to admit that, even if it was only to himself.
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New York was as big and noisy and busy as Kurt had expected and he laughed happily as he, Mercedes, David and Ian stared out the window of the stretch limousine. Puck and Devon were at the airport still dealing with papers and stuff, Kurt figured, but they would all meet up later that night at the hotel.
Kurt had never stayed at The Plaza before but he knew that it was at the height of luxury in the city, probably in the whole world. He suspected that David, as a billionaire accustomed to the best, the finest of everything, they would probably have a penthouse suite or something equivalent. He was looking forward to that experience but right now he wanted to get his shopping on!
The limo joined the herd of other vehicles that seemed to be mostly yellow cabs and minivans with the occasional tour bus with gawking tourists and a few other limousines here and there. He just loved the energy of the city but when he'd been here when he was younger, he'd mostly hated the attitude of many of the so-called New Yorkers. He'd met so many snobs and pretenders when he'd studied here and in the years after that he'd breathed a sigh of relief when he'd been able to get out of the city and travel with the theater company that had hired him.
He spared a moment of thought for Rex and the others who'd gone ahead to set up for the season in Milan. He knew that after his extended vacation he'd have to get back into work mode and he was actually looking forward to rehearsals once more. He loved singing, music and the theatre and he felt he had the best job in the world. Now he glanced at the men, giving David a sweet smile; he had the best of both worlds, really, and he would never take it for granted.
He laughed as Mercedes squealed and pointed out a couple of famous landmarks, her face shining and her eyes alight. It was great that he could spend more time with her before his work caught up with him again. He leaned over to point out some of the places he'd been in and soon they were chattering away again. They were going to take New York by storm today, oh yeah!
Dave smiled as he listened to them, patting the pocket in his jacket to make sure the tickets were still there. He'd downloaded several tickets for Sunday's performance of one of Kurt's favorite shows but he hadn't told him or Mercedes. It would be a surprise for them both and he chuckled briefly as he anticipated their reactions.
Kurt, oblivious to his ever-plotting fiancé, laughed at Mercedes' comments on how skinny the women in New York were and he assured her that they had nothing on her fabulousness. Finally, as the limo turned onto the famous shopping mecca of Madison Avenue, they caught their breath. Their adventure was about to begin! Kurt only hoped David and Ian could keep up with them.
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That day, Dave gained a whole new perspective on what it meant to go shopping. Kurt and Mercedes had hit the strip with a vengeance and the staff in the upscale, classy boutiques had had to move out of the way because Kurt knew exactly what he wanted and he tended to head straight for it.
Mercedes, at first inclined to stare in awe at the fabulous and fabulously expensive high-quality goods, soon found her bearings and was soon in the spirit of things.
Kurt, when they were in Dolce & Gabbana, had taken a look at her and said in a tone that brooked no refusal: "We are going to outfit you for your exotic beach experience, okay?"
It was more than her life was worth to go up against a determined Kurt Hummel so she simply grinned, hugged him and went along for the ride. Kurt had wonderful taste and he knew exactly what suited her body type and what she would like.
Finally, five hours into their shopping, they were all exhausted after perusing and selecting the most gorgeous swimwear, cover-ups, lingerie, daywear, several outfits for evening – Kurt had told her they might go nightclubbing – and accessories. Those accessories included hats, belts, shoes, sandals and scarves in which Kurt seemed to take even more pleasure than the clothes.
Dave had had to tell more than one ecstatic manager – some of whom had come out onto their floors because they were racking up thousands of dollars in merchandise – that their purchases should be forwarded to their suite at the Plaza when they were through.
Usually dignified assistants in stores such as Gucci, Barneys, Ann Taylor, Manrico Cashmere, Chanel, Miu Miu, Hermès and Carolina Herrera had scurried around, deferring to Kurt as if he were royalty and Mercedes, Dave and Ian just stood back, fearful that they would be bowled over in the clerks' sycophancy.
In his gift-buying segment, he marched on Celine where he picked out wonderful gifts for Rachel, Carole and Dana's two daughters. He had already selected both perfume and leather goods in Chanel for Dana and Dave had selected a beautiful silk scarf for her in Hermès; he was sure she would only be expecting one gift.
Mercedes' head reeled at the thought of the amount of money her friends were spending but she wasn't crass enough to bring it up. Just looking at the happiness on Kurt's face was enough to make her keep her mouth shut; she just followed him and tried to stick her snub nose in the air as he did. They got some truly fabulous things and she couldn't wait to get to France so she could rock them on the beach.
When they were in the Gucci store and she was watching him tear through the place like a tiny tornado, she had foolishly asked him why they needed so many pairs of sunglasses. Her favorite diva had looked at her with one imperious eyebrow raised and let her know that they needed a different pair for each fabulous outfit. Dave's soft choking sound behind them was ignored by both because – Kurt smirked at her – men simply didn't understand.
Dave himself did not escape unscathed in Kurt's war on Madison Avenue; oh no, the man found himself pushed and tugged into and out of several outfits during the course of their whirlwind spree. He was not foolish enough to complain, he was no idiot. In fact, he'd feared for his virtue when, in the Calvin Klein store, Kurt had eyed him with a distinct, predatory gleam to his eye as he'd tried on several items of both under and outer wear.
He'd had to model some of the things for both Kurt and Mercedes and it had taken quite a while for the color to subside from his cheeks. Who would have thought shopping could be so nerve-wracking, he mused. Even in the Armani store he hadn't been safe; Kurt had taken it upon himself to help him, and hadn't that been a test of his resolve!
Now, finally, he was seated in a gorgeous, upscale bistro watching Kurt and Mercedes soak up the ambiance. He had ordered the filet of beef but sampled some of Kurt's salmon, too. Mercedes had indulged in perfectly cooked lamb that she had praised as juicy, tender and not overpowering. Ian, sticking with what he knew as usual, ordered the braised short ribs.
The wait staff was unusually friendly and accommodating and combined with the beautiful décor made the four travelers feel as if this were just a foretaste of their trip to France. Now they were at the dessert stage that Dave had heard was to die for, especially the floating island and profiteroles, and he was looking forward to watching (and listening) to Kurt.
The floating island arrived and Kurt was almost visibly salivating over the delicate poached meringue floating on a pool of custard sauce – hence the name – with a web of caramel drizzled over it. He squirmed as he lifted his dessert spoon, looking enquiringly at the others as they watched him.
"What?" He narrowed his eyes at David who looked suspiciously as if he were hiding a grin. Ian, stoic as usual, just looked off out at the other diners. Mercedes, knowing all about Kurt's penchant for zoning out on his desserts, smiled as she looked down at her profiteroles. They were small, crisp, hollow rounds of choux pastry filled with ice cream and drizzled with warm chocolate sauce.
David shrugged and simply shook his head, sipping his glass of cab and eyeing Kurt over the rim. He didn't want Kurt to start feeling self-conscious in his innocent enjoyment of his food but he had to admit it was a heck of a turn-on to watch him indulge in the decadent dishes.
Kurt flicked a little smile at him but it was clear his attention was on the sweet before him. He dipped his spoon into the custard, brought it to his mouth and closed his eyes. Wait for it… and there was the hum. Dave and Mercedes both grinned though they deliberately didn't look at him. She was rather enjoying her own sweet and could understand why Kurt couldn't help his little habit. It was a good thing, she told herself, that she didn't indulge like this very often.
As Kurt indulged his passion for dessert, he looked up and then tilted his head before leaning over to whisper to his friend.
"I think we have one last store to hit before we head to the hotel." He waited for her to swallow her mouthful and ask him which store.
She raised one eyebrow at him when he paused but then he gave in, whispering again: "Victoria's Secret!"
She swallowed quickly and returned, incredulous: "Seriously, why?"
He sat back and looked at her as if she had lost her mind. His voice returned to normal volume and he ignored the curious look from David. "Why? Are you a girl or what?"
Mercedes raised both brows at him. "But, Kurt, aren't you all shopped out? And what would you get there that you don't already have?"
He huffed at her in annoyance, giving her his best, 'girl, please!' look. "Sleepwear is just as important on a vacation as swimwear, 'Cedes!" He glared at David's suspicious snort. "Even if some of us prefer to sleep in the buff," he concluded with his pointy nose stuck firmly in the air.
Mercedes chuckled even as she gave in. "Okay, okay, one last store – but my dogs aren't gonna thank you for it!"
Dave and Ian found themselves trailing after the two as they headed out to the limousine for the last bit of shopping for the night. When he realized where his lover's last stop was going to be, Dave dropped his head in his hand and then straightened up to inform the two shopaholics that he and Ian would wait for them in the limousine.
Kurt had smirked at him and muttered 'cowards', then stuck his tongue out quickly at Ian. The taciturn man had narrowed his eyes at the word but simply raised an eyebrow at his boss' lover. But, discretion was the better part of valor, they said, so he resigned himself to wait with Dave for the two to tire themselves out in the last store.
Mercedes inhaled deeply when she entered the brightly lit store. She fell in love with the combination of scents that she was sure the clerks must spray in the air just to entice customers. As she paid for several bottles of perfume, Kurt made a beeline for the sleepwear, hardly sparing a glance at either people or cosmetics, and she hurried to catch up to him.
In short order the diva was holding out several pairs of camisole sleep sets, long and short, for her to look at. They were silky smooth and the camisole tops had adjustable straps and sexy flyaway sides. The bottoms had drawstring elastic waists and they were in a rainbow of colors and some were striped or had tiny polka dots.
Kurt had an unerring eye for what would suit her so she squealed in excitement as she grabbed the pairs of sexy pajamas and smiled at him. "Wow, baby boy, you're good!"
Kurt sniffed in fake disdain. "I could be a champion personal shopper if I ever changed careers," and continued to go through the other enticing items on display.
When he stopped, though, at a stunning lacy camisole set with boy shorts, his hand lingered. The black and satin lace top was strikingly sexy. Whoever wore it would have a huge amount of skin on display. A faraway look came into his eyes and Mercedes could almost see the wheels turning in his head.
"Uhm, Kurt, are you thinking of that for yourself?" She knew his skin would look absolutely delicious beneath the black lace and she almost blushed for Dave.
He didn't answer her immediately, just continued to stroke the fabric and then he smiled softly. "You know my mantra, 'Cedes: Fashion has no gender. D'you think this would fit me?"
She looked at the delicate set and then eyed him critically. She had to admit that her boo would look fantastic in it because it would be slightly too small but therein lay its attraction. Dave would never be able to keep his eyes or hands off of Kurt if he saw him in this invitation to sin.
At Mercedes' nod, Kurt took up the set and piled it on top of the things she was already carrying. "Hey!"
"We're not finished here," he fired back. He strode towards some warmer sleepwear in soft, thick cotton and some in light fleece and he smiled quickly.
"These we can wear now as it's still cool in Ohio. Like them?"
She scoffed: she loved everything in Victoria's Secret! "Of course, I do. Look over there at the robes; I'm getting a couple of them…"
Kurt followed her with the warmer sleepwear he'd selected and nodded approvingly at her choices. Just then a girl came up to take their things to start cashing out as they were, apparently, the last people in the store.
He realized it was getting pretty late and thought apologetically of David and Ian waiting for them out in the limousine. The limo company spokesman had assured them the vehicle was stocked with refreshment so he knew they wouldn't go hungry while he and Mercedes shopped but he figured they'd probably be tired by now.
He smiled at the young girl as he handed over their selections and, choosing a beautiful, soft fleecy robe in a deep wine red, waited for 'Cedes to finish. He was happy that she had got into the spirit of their shopping spree and that she hadn't questioned the amount of money he was spending. He liked to have fun with his money and now he knew David was of the same mindset, so there were no guilty feelings.
As they headed out into the cool night air, he heaved a satisfied sigh. Mercedes looked over at him and they both giggled madly. Who would have thought that two kids from Lima, Ohio, would have shopped 'til they nearly dropped in the Big Apple? They certainly hadn't thought so; maybe they'd dreamed but this sometimes seemed more than a dream come true. Kurt sighed happily as he stared at the New York lights; it was almost a fairy tale and he had found his prince in Dave Karofsky.
Yeah, who would have thought?
The two friends piled into the back of the limo, Dave and Ian helping them with their bags and they all settled down for the short drive to The Plaza. Kurt thanked his considerate fiancé as he took the glass of champagne he was offered. As he sipped thirstily at it, he silently toasted whatever fairy godmother was looking out for him.
The limousine slipped through the traffic and made its way to their temporary fairy castle; the scores of lights of The Plaza Hotel beckoned them to limitless glamor. Kurt couldn't wait to see the interior of the world-famous hotel and, he was sure, neither could Mercedes.
Dave snuggled his happy, exhausted lover against his side and smiled down at him. The weekend was only half over but he was looking forward to the night and what the next day would bring. He loved seeing things anew through Kurt's eyes and, for that, he was going to introduce him to as many new things as he could manage.
Mercedes watched the two and as the car turned into the underground parking spot reserved for VIP guests according to the sign, she felt a shiver of happy anticipation go through her.
She was here, in New York and with her very best friend. Life was, indeed, good.
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TBC
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A/N 2: I know these chapters don't have any angst but never fear, life is full of ups and downs. Enjoy and remember to drop me a line.