The Storm: Safe Harbor

Chapter Sixty-One

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. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.

Kurt found himself waking up with a smile and, as he stretched, he vaguely registered that that was unusual. It was the last day of his vacation at the beautiful Basque villa so he should have been at least a little down-hearted. He wasn't though because somehow, all he could think of was his upcoming nuptials. Granted it was several months away before he was officially joined to his handsome fiancé but a little thrill of anticipation was running through him now at just the thought.

The faint light coming through the curtains at the French windows indicated that it was still fairly early and he couldn't figure out why he'd awakened already. He didn't mind though; he would just lie there until he drifted off again. The morning air was a little cooler than the night before but it wasn't unpleasantly so, just simply refreshing.

He stretched luxuriously and felt his cheeks bunch as he smiled widely, pointing his toes and then flexing his calf muscles to wake his body up a bit. He turned his head to look over at David who was still sleeping, his face half-scrunched into his pillow. Kurt turned slightly to gaze at his lover, his eyes roving lovingly over the long, muscular back, down to where the covers folded over the gentle rise of his bum.

David was so handsome, Kurt marveled, his eyes coming back up to catalogue each feature of his face that he could see, due to David's position. Kurt simply loved the winged eyebrows, tempted now to trace the one he could see with a gentle fingertip. He hoped their children would have his eyes and eyebrows especially and he sobered as he thought of one other thing they needed to discuss in detail.

He was certain David would agree with him on the subject of surrogacy; he wasn't being immodest but he knew David would love if one of their children had his aquamarine eyes. He praised Kurt's beautiful and unusual eye-colour often enough for Kurt to have picked up on that. Now Kurt smiled as he thought about what their future children would look like and without realizing it, he drifted off to sleep again.

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KHDK

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The next time he awakened was to hear David's melodious bari-tenor issuing softly from the en suite as he showered. Kurt grinned to himself as he flung back the covers to pad into the bathroom, surprising his lover when he stepped in the shower enclosure behind him.

Dave had been in the act of washing shampoo from his hair when Kurt had slid the shower door back to join him. He finished rinsing and then turned to slip his arms around the singer's enticing, sleep-warm body.

Kurt squealed as the warm shower spray peppered him but grinned as David laughed. "David Karofsky, why didn't you wake me up?" He pretended to pout but he couldn't hold it especially when his lover dropped a swift kiss on his lips.

"You looked so angelic; you actually had a smile on your face when I woke up. What were you dreaming about?"

Kurt, surprisingly, blushed because he did remember what he was dreaming about. He shuffled around David, turning his face up to the shower spray before answering.

"I'd woken up earlier and was watching you sleep…" When he paused, Dave made an impatient little sound and Kurt let out a little giggle. "I was admiring your face and then it occurred to me that I want our children to have your eyebrows."

Dave's mouth fell open slightly and then faint colour washed his cheeks before he grinned down at Kurt. He tugged him back toward him and this time the kiss was much more thorough.

Kurt slid his arms around the strong neck and hummed into his lover's mouth as he welcomed his hot tongue. Dave explored his mouth in a sensual onslaught that had Kurt's head spinning and his prick hardening slowly.

He eased back a bit when David nibbled on his bottom lip and Kurt sighed as he leaned against him, rubbing his body against his lover's.

"Wow, David, if you keep kissing me like that we may never leave this suite today!"

Dave grinned, smug, as he gazed at how his kisses had plumped Kurt's bottom lip. He laughed when Kurt, seeing his gaze, fluttered his lashes at him and he slid a large hand to cup Kurt's half-hard organ.

He stared at Kurt, his eyes smouldering gold, and licked his lips. "I seemed to have started something here so I think it only fair I take care of it, yeah?"

Kurt gaped as he watched his lover sink to his knees on the shower tiles and he moaned as he was enveloped in the moist, hot mouth. He grabbed onto a faucet with one hand and used the other to steady himself on David's shoulder. Within minutes David had him panting and groaning with abandon.

Dave thought Kurt was made just for him; he was large for such a slender man but not too large and he fit perfectly in his hand. He was cut and the head was rosy while the shaft was the same creamy colour as his skin. Beautiful, Dave sighed as he licked and suckled the head, Kurt's pre-cum painting his lips in silky stripes.

Kurt stared down at David's head bobbing on him and he had to close his eyes even as his heart rate sped up. He sighed and gasped at the feel of his lover taking him progressively deeper and he cried out when he bumped into the back of his throat.

"Ohgodohgodohgu-uh," his voice stuttered as Dave swallowed around him. "David, uh, baby, so good, so gooood."

Dave brought one large hand up to palm Kurt's clenching cheek, loving the feel of the muscle flexing beneath the satiny skin. He hummed in appreciation and ignored the way his own cock jumped and twitched in reaction to the sounds Kurt was making. He moved faster up and down the twitching cock in his mouth and when Kurt started babbling he knew he was close.

"Yessss, oh, god, oh yes, suck me, oh David!" Kurt's hands were now both buried in Dave's hair and Dave knew he was close so he stepped up the pace, pumping the part of Kurt's cock that wasn't in his mouth. Then, in a move Kurt hadn't been expecting, Dave slid one long finger swiftly into Kurt's ass and crooked it.

Kurt cried out and convulsed over David, his prick pulsing once, twice and again into the mouth sucking greedily on him. The sound of Kurt coming echoed around the steamy enclosure and Dave grabbed his own cock to stave off his sympathetic climax. He let go only to steady Kurt who was in danger of collapsing on top of him and he eased his mouth off of the shrinking organ to smile up at his spent lover.

Kurt panted as he straightened shakily, pushing back the hair that the water was forcing down over his eyes. He gasped in the warm, moist air as he smiled, a sated expression on his flushed face.

"Oh, baby, I was not expecting that at all!" He said breathily, his eyes opening a crack as he stared at David who'd got to his feet. His eyes slid down the large, muscular body and snagged on the huge, red organ that he was gripping.

He flicked his eyes back up to his lover's and asked saucily. "Need some help with that?"

Dave nodded but before Kurt could say anything, he hauled him close and captured his lips. Kurt moaned into the taste of himself in David's mouth and his hand dropped down to wrap around the turgid prick.

They both worked the almost painfully hard organ until Kurt pushed David's hand out of the way and as they kissed, he worked him to a quick, dirty climax.

Dave groaned into the delicious mouth attached to his as his cock spurted and he pushed Kurt's hand off of it so he could grind it against the singer's hot, wet body. Kurt moaned in turn, feeling his own cock twitch again at the feel of their bodies moving so voluptuously together.

He panted as David relinquished his lips and licked them, staring up dazedly at his fiancé, too spent to even smile. He slumped against the larger man and they stayed quiet until they got their breath back. He tilted his head up and then finally smiled.

"I love you so much…" he murmured, gazing up into David's beautiful golden eyes, the little flecks of green almost unnoticeable in the soft lighting of the en suite.

Dave dipped his head to rub his nose against Kurt's then dropped a little kiss on the smiling lips beneath. "Come, let me help you wash and then we'll get out of here."

Kurt nodded although he remained leaning against him for a bit and then he straightened up, reached for the body wash and handed it over to David.

Dave smiled as he lathered a sea sponge and proceeded to enjoy the first of their morning rituals. He was looking forward to being married to this man and they would get to do this every single day. No separations, no touring, no trips to far-flung building sites or conferences alone – just both of them waking up together and enjoying simple morning routines. That wasn't too much to ask, was it?

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KHDK

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Kurt closed the last of his favourite Bottega Veneta alligator luggage and glanced around his bedroom with a little sigh. It had been a wonderful vacation – all of it; from the time spent in Ohio reconnecting with family and friends to this beautiful Basque villa on the Bay of Arcachon. He smiled now as he acknowledged that he had a lot to be thankful for. He turned his head to watch David closing the door to the patio, the gauzy curtains swirling around his legs as he moved backward into the room before turning around.

Dave smiled as he watched Kurt watching him, his eyes roving over his fiancé's fair face. He'd heard Kurt earlier lamenting the proliferation of freckles on his ivory skin and he'd had to stop him right there.

"Sweetheart, those have got to be the sexiest freckles ever," he'd assured Kurt. When the singer had burst into helpless laughter, he'd continued, a faux serious expression on his face. "Don't you know every time I see one I just want to lick it?"

They'd just come out of the shower after pleasuring each other and Kurt, while attending to his skincare moisturizing regimen, had noticed a few more freckles across his shoulders. After David's ridiculous declaration, he decided to play along.

"No, I didn't know you want to do that every time you see a freckle. Why?" His eyes twinkled as he watched his lover settle down to explain.

"Well, you see, it's like this. My mother used to say when I was little that freckles are like tiny bits of sugar. Don't you notice they are the same colour as light brown sugar?" His golden eyes gleamed mischievously as he watched Kurt's reflection in the dressing table mirror.

Kurt shook his head, reluctantly intrigued by the little story. "I can't say I have; I've always just seen them as blemishes or flaws," he smiled softly at David, feeling his love for this intriguing man sink deeper into his body.

Dave nodded now, enjoying himself. "Well, they are just like sugar and that's why, when I see them, I just want to lick you all over!"

Kurt burst into laughter and Dave, after a second of trying to keep a straight face, joined him.

Now he strode forward to gather the beautiful singer into his arms, his nose coming down to the juncture of his neck and shoulder and he inhaled deeply. Kurt's body was warm and fragrant even without him wearing cologne, which he hardly ever did and Dave just loved his natural scent.

Kurt snuggled into the unexpected embrace and smiled; David's love for him was so present, so obvious that he always felt warmed as if he were sitting by a fire. He tilted his head up for his kiss which was never long in coming and hummed, giving David's lips a little nibble before he withdrew.

"I think we should at least pretend to want to move or we'd never actually get out of here," he smiled softly up at his handsome fiancé. "What time did M. Boulanger say he would get here?"

Dave frowned slightly, having forgotten that the little estate agency man was supposed to be coming by to get the house keys. "I suppose he should be here shortly. Uh, yes, well, we really ought to move."

Yet they stayed there for just a couple minutes more and then, with a sigh, Kurt turned towards the last of his luggage. Most of it had been taken downstairs already, thanks to Xavier, so he only had his carryon luggage to deal with. In it, of course, were his immediate essentials which included his toiletries and jewelry. Nodding once, he lifted its strap to his shoulder and turned to smile at David.

"Well, are you coming?" He smiled because David had been watching him, an admiring gleam in his light eyes and now he stretched out his hand toward him in invitation.

Dave nodded and, with one last look around the room in which they'd had such passionate, enjoyable times, walked over to join him, taking his hand as they moved toward the door.

Downstairs they could hear Julian speaking impeccable French; no doubt M. Boulanger had arrived and they were waiting on Kurt and David to come down. Kurt wasn't surprised at the blond's proficiency in the language if he had been coming to France for years. Besides, Kurt suspected his family was upper crust and for a startled moment, he wondered if he had moved in the same circles as Emma Smythe-Heffley. It was entirely possible because Britain wasn't as huge as the United States and the so-called upper class seemed rather insular.

Now they joined the waiting men and Kurt smiled charmingly at the little man as he shook his hand. The business of handing over the keys completed, Dave thanked the man for his assistance and assured him that everything had been to their satisfaction.

Kurt added his compliments as well. "We've had a wonderful time here and I think I fell in love with that gorgeous bay!" His eyes glowed as he smiled at the little man, stepping outside into the bright sunshine and turning to wait for David to join him.

The group wandered out to the vehicles and, with one final look up at the charming façade of the villa, Kurt slipped into the passenger seat of the Citroën. He waited as David said a few words to the Frenchman and then nodded and waved to him as his fiancé came around to slide behind the wheel.

M. Boulanger made one last grab for Kurt's slender hand and held it as he smiled. "It is so pleasing to know that you have enjoyed your stay, M. Hummel. Please, have a safe journey home and Godspeed."

Kurt's face coloured a bit as David chuckled beside him but he ignored him to nod and smile at the little man before retrieving his hand. As they moved off, Xavier and Julian in the Renault behind them, they all waved to the little Frenchman whose face was beaming in the sunlight. Kurt tried not to stare at the sight of the villa dwindling behind them as they rolled down the driveway and he sighed as they turned onto the road.

The smell of the sea air and the sound of the birds accompanied them part of the way before they turned onto the busier thoroughfares as they headed towards Bordeaux and the airport. Kurt deliberately told himself to look forward, not back, because his life was heading into another phase, one that was going to be just as exciting as his Basque vacation.

He looked over at David, big and sexy behind the wheel, and he bit his lip as he tried to hold back his grin. As if he couldn't help it, one hand snaked over to stroke David's thigh and he giggled when his lover threw an admonishing little frown at him. He removed his hand as he chuckled and then settled down for the rest of the forty-minute ride.

As he slid his sunglasses up onto his nose, he couldn't hold back a little shiver of anticipation; he was looking forward to seeing his home in Bedford Park again. It was the first gift that David had given him and, as such, it would always hold a special place in his heart. As his mind drifted, he thought of Mrs. L., Eddy and the others back at the house and he smiled as he hoped they would enjoy the gifts he was bringing for them.

His mind drifted to Will, as well and then on to Rex and the members of the theatre company who were already setting up in Milan. Everyday life would begin within a few short hours and he found he was actually looking forward to it. He glanced over at David who was concentrating on the road and murmured a soft "thank you."

Dave raised an enquiring brow at his lover, his lips quirking, and he asked: "You're welcome but… for what, specifically?"

Kurt released a happy little sigh and Dave could tell he was smiling even though his face was turned towards his window as he gazed at the passing traffic.

"Oh, for everything, really. Is it okay to say thank you for loving me?"

Dave blinked rapidly and had to swallow the lump that had popped up at Kurt's words but he shook his head. "I-I don't know, sweetheart." He grinned as he tried to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere. "Hey, it's not as if I had a choice, y'know."

Kurt's head whipped around. "Heyyy!"

They laughed a little as the car whipped along the highway and then they settled into a companionable silence, sunk into their own thoughts of the future.

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The flight into Heathrow was, of course, uneventful. Julian was their pilot on this trip and his voice with his public school accent told them quietly that they ought to make it in a little over two hours.

It was a totally different experience than the trip out had been; the cabin was much quieter for one thing and with Xavier up in the cockpit with Julian assisting and the flight attendant spending most of her time in the galley area, it was also more intimate.

Kurt accepted the cup of coffee the pleasant young attendant brought him and smiled his thanks. As she served David, he looked about the cabin, noting the differences between it and that of the Gulfstream. He waited for his fiancé to swallow his first sip before speaking.

"This is a beautiful craft, sweetie. I thought the Gulfstream was gorgeous but this is just, wow…" he breathed as he took in the vaguely futuristic design of the jet's interior.

Dave nodded, looking about himself with a critical eye. "Yes, I know what you mean. This one I bought myself and had the Dassault folks design the cabin to my specifications."

Kurt looked suitably impressed. "I know you have an artistic flair but, my goodness, David, this is truly stunning."

"The Dassault people like their customers to have a lot of input in the design and décor of the cabin." He sipped the hot beverage before continuing, smiling at the way Kurt's eyes were wide, staring about. "It's configured into three lounges; the business section has the latest upgrades in computer technology, of course. I can run a video conference from here to almost anywhere in the world, naturally."

Stroking the nubby fabric covering his seat and the other loungers, Kurt admired the delicate silver grey/lavender shade of the upholstery. The cabin's furniture was all a glossy black and with the metallic rings adding another level of sheen, the whole look one of understated elegance. Even the casings of the flat screen computers and televisions seemed designed to fit into the décor.

Kurt nodded in approval and then pointed with the hand holding his coffee cup to the rear of the huge fuselage. "And back there I take it is a stateroom like on the Gulfstream?"

Dave shook his head and grinned, his eyes sparkling at Kurt's curiosity. "Not quite, the third lounge can accommodate up to six passenger seats that convert fully into berths. I decided however to turn that space into two staterooms with en suites."

Kurt goggled at that information, beginning to smile as a twinkle of mischief appeared in his eyes. Suddenly he stretched and with a patently false air of fatigue coming over him, yawned while patting his mouth modestly.

"Oooh, I don't know why I suddenly feel like having a lie down. Hmmm, I wonder why?" He had lowered his voice to a seductive purr and now he waggled his eyebrows at David, a dimple showing in one smooth cheek.

Dave burst into quiet chuckles, shaking his head as he grasped the hand closest to him. He dropped a kiss on the knuckles as he stared into Kurt's eyes and smiled when he heard the catch in his breathing.

"Yes, we can have a 'lie down' but that would have to be all." He narrowed his eyes at the inevitable pout. "I don't ever want to share the sounds you make with anyone."

Kurt's cheeks erupted in colour and his eyes and mouth rounded in an 'o' of surprise. He bit his lip as he glanced toward the galley, noticing that the attendant was now seated facing them. He smiled ruefully and lowered his lashes before agreeing with him.

"Uhm, okay, I see what you mean." He grinned unrepentantly as his colour subsided and added: "One day, though, we have to give that Mile High Club thing a try."

They laughed quietly as they settled down to enjoy the relatively short flight to Heathrow. The Falcon's high-tech environmental system provided unseen yet critical elements of comfort which included 'baffling acoustics' and advanced temperature monitoring system that allowed the craft's wide body to hold a precise temperature throughout the cabin.

So quiet and steady was the flight that it took one looking out of the windows to remember that one was actually airborne. Kurt turned to David again, noticing the man was making notes on his ever-present tablet and transferring data from one of the touch screen computers.

"David, how many of these craft do you have? I remember flying back from the island in one that looked pretty much like this but was smaller."

Dave looked up and smiled, putting down the stylus he'd been using and nodded at his lover. "It was an older version, a Falcon 7x, and actually I have a whole fleet of various aircraft. You remember my room at the house in New York, right?"

Kurt's eyes widened in recall. "Oh, right, all those models of airplanes. Awww, that's so sweet. So, instead of just having models, you have the grown-up toys!"

His teasing tone and huge grin made Dave shake his head at him, though he smiled back. "Yes, I admit it. I definitely can afford them and I have other 'toys', too." He raised his eyebrows at Kurt, daring him to ask.

Kurt raised his in turn and demanded: "Well, what are they?"

Dave chuckled and sat back after closing the document he'd been working on. He waited until the attendant had served their snack before continuing.

"I'm pretty athletic so I have the usual stuff; you know, speedboat – because I like to water ski; hang gliders, scuba gear and jet skis; mmm, what else – a couple of motorbikes and I like skeet shooting, too."

Kurt stared at him as he chewed the strawberry Danish he'd selected, his tongue flicking out to swipe at the frosting on his upper lip. Dave's eyes immediately fell to his mouth and Kurt smiled at that. However, he still wanted to know more about his fascinating fiancé's hobbies.

"Okay, I'm not athletic but I play badminton and I work out; hmmm, I swim, too, of course and occasionally I'll consent to play tennis." Kurt grinned as Dave looked at him disbelievingly. "What, I work out sometimes, as you know, but only because I need to stay fit and fabulous!"

Dave laughed and nodded, letting his eyes roam slowly over the long, slender and pleasantly muscled body he so enjoyed pleasuring. He winked when Kurt's colour deepened but let him off the hook as he continued.

"Okay, what else is there; I ride sometimes when I'm in the country. I keep a stable, actually and I find horses fascinating. I've got to take you riding when we get back from our honeymoon; you would look great in riding gear."

Kurt almost choked at that and he stared at David narrowly as the man laughed at him. "I had no idea you even noticed my clothes, David Karofsky. You always seem to want to get me out of them as soon as possible!"

He giggled as it was David's turn to colour up because the attendant, a lovely girl of Asian descent had just come up to them with the coffee carafe and had definitely overheard Kurt's last comment.

Dave just sighed and shook his head when she offered to refill his coffee cup. Instead he requested juice and she turned to Kurt inquiringly who decided he would have just water. She hurried away, her air of professionalism only slightly dented by her passengers' conversation.

Kurt continued to chuckle sporadically until after the girl left and then leaned forward to whisper: "I notice you haven't denied it!"

A faint smile tugged at Dave's lips as he enjoyed the mischievous twinkle in his lover's bright eyes but he leaned forward in turn to whisper: "Just you wait…"

Kurt went, "oooooh" with his fingers wiggling as if he were mortally afraid and then broke into more laughter. He only settled down when they received their drinks and he sipped quietly before continuing their earlier conversation.

"So, what else do you play?" He really wanted to know all of this, even though they planned to spend their lives getting to know each other. David was a fairly quiet, introspective man, hence the reputation for being reclusive but Kurt already knew that he had quite the artistic flair and a passion for music. David was also generous to a fault and he was also a very competitive businessman. Success in everything seemed to come easily to him but he never slacked off, if the increase in his father's legacy was any indication.

"I've been known to play football, rugby and, occasionally, cricket on a Sunday with friends," he smiled as he took Kurt's hand again. "I don't know how good I am but it's all in fun, anyway."

Kurt tilted his head in curiosity. "When you say football you mean…"

"Oh, well, we Americans call it soccer, but the Brits of course call it football, naturally." Dave nodded as he clarified this ever-constant point of confusion. "Anyway, apart from sports you know I love music and the theatre. My parents always had a box when we would go and even when they couldn't use it, I would."

Kurt nodded, a small smile playing on his pink lips. "I wish I could have met them," he said softly as his fingers entwined with David's. "They must have been proud of the way you turned out…"

It wasn't quite a question but Dave nodded anyway, his eyes holding a faraway look. "Yeah, I guess. My dad wasn't one for a lot of emotional stuff but my mom, you would have liked her. You know, Carole kinda reminded me of her."

Kurt took a deep breath and then smiled, squeezing the hand he held. "I'm fortunate I got another mother in Carole because, believe me, Dad was struggling." He giggled as he looked over at David. "He didn't know what to do with such an out-and-proud gay son."

Dave frowned a bit but his brow cleared as he gazed at Kurt. "I didn't even think of labeling myself gay or straight or bi, whatever, when I was a teen. I was all about school and football and hockey… I didn't even realize I wasn't as girl-crazy as the other guys."

Kurt twitched an eyebrow even as his lips quirked in a little smile. "No? I thought all you jocks were about 'scoring'." He grinned widely at his own pun.

Dave shook his head. "No, not me. It wasn't until college that I tried anything with either a guy or a girl; even then, with the guy, I didn't go all the way."

"Wow, you were a late starter, then… at least compared to Puck or me." He smiled at his fiancé, marveling at the depths and facets to the man he was going to marry. "What about that roommate that conned you? Did you have a thing with her?"

Dave's eyes widened in horror. "God, no, she was like an annoying, bratty sister, ewww. She would have castrated me in two seconds flat if I'd approached her."

Kurt laughed at the look on his face and shook his head. "Hey, you never know! Maybe if you'd even tried instead of staying in your shell, she might have enlightened you."

Dave was still shaking his head as he thought about it. "Please, I prefer not to think about it; it's too incestuous."

Kurt's chuckles finally subsided and they sat for a while before Julian once again announced their travel status, informing them they were half an hour out of Heathrow. Kurt stretched, this time for real and stood to make his way to the head. Passing the flight attendant, he smiled and winked at her and he was pleased to see her trying to stifle a grin.

Dave watched Kurt's tall, slender body sway its way towards the galley and the head there and he decided to make use of the one near the cockpit. He had no idea if the traffic would be kind to them when they headed towards home but it was a safer bet to take care of business now.

He poked his head inside the cockpit to say a few words to the guys and then he got busy. Even though the aircraft was one of the most luxurious of its kind, an airplane loo was always going to be slightly too small. He completed his business quickly, washed his hands and stared at himself for a couple of seconds before stepping out. He liked the relaxed, contented look he was sporting and he smiled as he awaited the one who had put it there. It would only get better as they got closer to the day of their nuptials, he was certain of that.

Kurt came back after he did and dropped a quick kiss on top of his head before he buckled himself in.

"Oooh, I'm so looking forward to seeing the house and the folks again, aren't you?" His blue eyes sparkled brightly in the recessed lighting as he smiled at David.

Dave nodded, reclining a bit as he waited for the plane to begin its approach and subsequent descent. "Yes, I actually spoke to Mrs. L. this morning and she and Eddy send their regards. I told them our approximate time of arrival so you know they'll have a spread set out for us."

Kurt smiled softly, affection for the ladies at his manor flooding his face. "That's so sweet of them and I'm really looking forward to some English food, seriously!"

Dave agreed. "Yeah, I know. It was great in France and the food was fantastic but there's nothing like familiarity, I guess."

Within a few minutes, Xavier could be heard on the P.A. letting them know they were about to begin their descent, that the weather was a little damp but they ought to be home on time, regardless. No fog, thank goodness.

Kurt and David smiled at each other, reaching over to hold hands and they stared out of Kurt's window at the approaching land. As usual, they marveled individually at how tiny the fields and buildings were, the vehicles on the roads appearing nothing so much as ants scurrying about in orderly fashion.

Drawing a deep breath, Kurt smiled, his mind winging ahead to the beautiful manor house in Bedford Park and the warmth of the welcome he knew awaited them. Vacations were fine and wonderful but there was nothing to beat coming home.

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TBC

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