The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Sixty-Two
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: For Elizabeth, who has stuck with me and been my very own cheerleader, thanks, my dear.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favourite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
Driving the now-familiar route to Bedford Park allowed Kurt enough time to settle down. After all, it was a little undignified to be fidgeting with excitement just because you were about to see your home after nearly a month away, wasn't it? Nah, he told himself as he grinned excitedly out the window, staring at the passing shops and the other traffic whizzing past him. He turned to look at David who was looking out the window on his side and grabbed his hand.
Dave smiled even before turning to Kurt; he could feel the excitement radiating from his lover the closer they got to the manor house. He folded his fingers around Kurt's and leaned over to kiss one smooth cheek.
"You okay?" He knew this was a rather redundant question because Kurt's eyes were blazing a bright turquoise in anticipation of being home. Nevertheless, he was pleased at the faint pink that now washed the beloved face.
Kurt chuckled lightly, leaning into David's side as he closed their fingers tightly together. "I'm great, actually. It was so good to be on vacation, especially somewhere as beautiful as the Arcachon but it's wonderful to come home, too."
Dave nodded in agreement. "True; I'm also looking forward to the spread I know Eddy is going to put on for you," he grinned at Kurt's little pout.
"For me? You mean 'for us'. It's not just for me, David!" His eyes twinkled as he thought about the way his lover was secretly trying to fatten him up; well, that was Kurt's suspicion anyway.
Dave laughed, scoffing lightly. "Oh, come on. You know you have every woman who can cook wrapped around your little finger. There's Mrs. Afflick, Dana and Eddy. Need I say more?"
Kurt turned up his pointy nose in mock hauteur. "It's just that I appreciate good food and the artisans who create it!"
He and Dave chuckled for a bit as they relaxed in the back of the limousine transporting them from Heathrow to Addison Grove. The flight from Bordeaux had been rather pleasant, a lot quieter than the trip out, and when they'd landed at Heathrow, they'd been processed and sent on their way in less time than they'd expected.
Now they were tooling along in the late afternoon traffic and Kurt couldn't wait to reach Chiswick and his home. He had been speaking the truth when David had presented him with the deeds to the house. It would hold a special place in his heart because it was their first home together. Their other residences were lovely – even downright fabulous – but this one was the first, so it was special. It didn't hurt, too, that the manor house had a storied history and was an architectural vision as well.
Kurt leaned forward now as finally, the limo drove along the busy Chiswick High Road and eventually turned onto Addison Grove, his quiet, tree-lined street. The long approach up to the house never failed to make him draw his breath as the house gradually came into view, its bricks a warm rosy colour in the afternoon light.
He turned to David and lifted one hand to stroke his cheek before leaning into kiss him. Dave, a little surprised, nevertheless submitted to the kiss, returning it with all pleasure. When Kurt eased back, licking his lips and smiling at him, he asked, "What was that for?"
Kurt giggled and rolled his eyes. "That was 'You make me so happy and I'm glad to be home'. What did you think it was?"
Dave grinned at him as the car came to a halt beneath the portico, ignoring the driver who'd come around to open his door. With one last little peck, he whispered, "I thought it was a 'I can't wait to get you upstairs to ravish you,' kind of kiss."
He grinned at Kurt's wide eyes before grabbing his hand to exit the vehicle. He thanked the driver who hurried around to the boot and began unloading their tons of luggage. Behind their vehicle, Julian was just pulling in in the other car, Xavier leaping out almost before it had come to a halt.
The front door flew open and Mrs. Lawrence, followed by Eddy, came bustling out.
Kurt wasted no time in hurrying forward. "Oh, wow, it's so good to see you!" He hugged his housekeeper before he was unceremoniously enveloped in Eddy's voluminous and fragrant embrace. She'd obviously been baking and smelled wonderfully of vanilla.
He flushed as he smiled widely at the two women and, before he could get a word out, they were off and running, talking over each other. He looked helplessly at David and the women, catching themselves, greeted him as well as Julian and Xavier with welcoming smiles.
Eddy turned back to Kurt. "Oh, Mr. Kurt, I hope you are hungry! I have all your favourites just waiting to be served." Mrs. L. chimed in with: "And it's all British."
Kurt goggled at her, a little startled, and started to speak but she was on a roll. "After all that American food and the French things you were forced to eat, you will be happy to sit down to supper, I assure you!"
Dave couldn't help it; he burst out laughing at the phrase 'forced to eat' and only tried to stifle his amusement when Kurt threw him a narrow-eyed look.
Kurt smiled in gratitude at the women as they moved into the foyer. "Wow, thank you, so much. You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to your cooking, ladies."
Mrs. L., with her face turned slightly away from Kurt, winked at David. He had called her earlier, unknown to Kurt, of course, and asked her to make certain the singer would be getting his favourite British dishes when they returned. She had been delighted to pass the message on to Eddy who had bustled about since then, cooking up a storm as if they would be feeding royalty.
Dave smiled back at the housekeeper and nodded, his satisfaction evident and he turned to watch his love walking ahead with the cook, listening intently as she explained all that she'd gone through to find the very best ingredient for her dishes.
Mrs. L. turned to Xavier and Julian now, welcoming them back and inquiring after Julian's health. Dave headed back outside to direct the chauffeur to leave the luggage he was carrying in the foyer. After everything was brought in, making certain that the bags with the gifts were resting on top of the luggage for easy access he spoke briefly with the chauffeur who then left with a nod and a big smile at the huge tip he'd received.
Xavier and Julian by then had started sorting out the mountain of luggage that had accumulated and, with one ear on Kurt and the women, he and the men got everything squared away. Finally, they headed to the kitchen where Kurt was already seated with a cup of steaming tea before him, a beatific expression on his face.
Swallowing a sip of the tea, Kurt exclaimed: "Oh, David, doesn't everything smell just wonderful?"
Dave dropped a kiss on the dark hair and took the chair beside him, smiling gratefully as a cup and saucer were placed before him, Julian and Xavier, followed shortly by Eddy with the teapot and a plate of biscuits.
"Mmmm, yes; Eddy, you've outdone yourself, I'm sure." He smiled at the stout cook whose flushed face appeared to turn redder at the sincere admiration in her employer's voice.
Mrs. L. smiled at her too as Eddy tried to shrug off the praise. "Ah well, it's not often I get a chance to go all out; this is a treat for me as well."
Getting a cup and saucer as well, Mrs. L. sat with them while the men polished off the tea and biscuits and Kurt regaled her and Eddy with anecdotes from both their time in the U.S. and in France.
Kurt, licking a bit of the chocolate frosting from the biscuit that had smeared his fingers, added with a twinkle. "Oh, and don't think I came back empty-handed. The shopping in Manhattan is fantastic!"
Mrs. L. nodded, not realizing he meant that he'd returned with gifts for them. "Oh, I don't know if the shopping is better than what you'd get here, Mr. Kurt!"
He looked at her with wide eyes and then realization dawned. "Oh, no, I don't mean just regular shopping. No, I brought back gifts for you ladies!"
Dave's chuckles fell into the silence that reigned for a few seconds before the ladies were at it again, talking over each other as they tried to assure their younger employer that he didn't have to go to all that trouble.
Kurt held up a slender hand to halt the torrent of words and looked at them, a smile on his pink lips. "I couldn't see all those lovely things and not return with gifts, now could I?" At their continued silence he shook his head. "Oh, well, maybe I can send them back?"
He laughed as they rushed to promise him that they would love anything he saw fit to give them. The other men looked on in bemusement; they'd never seen anyone so happy to force gifts unto people and the dance between Kurt and the ladies was quite funny.
Eventually Kurt rose, announcing he needed to wash the travel dust from him and Mrs. L., rising as well, informed him supper would be at six. Dave draped an arm around Kurt's shoulders and thanked the women again before leading Kurt out and upstairs, the other men separating to their own bedrooms as well.
As he entered their suite, Kurt breathed deeply and he closed his eyes for a second, drinking in the feeling of being home again. When he opened his eyes it was to the sight of David staring at his lips.
He didn't get a word out before they were kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in days. Kurt's arms slid up around his lover's neck and he hummed softly, opening up to the feeling of being wanted and reveling in the passion they shared. His mouth was slowly released after David nibbled a bit on his plump bottom lip and he rested his forehead against his lover's, sighing happily.
Dave watched him, enjoying the look of contentment on his face and loving that he helped to put that look there. One of the things he'd loved about Kurt from the moment he'd seen him on that stage was his angelic face. Now he was seeing that look again and it made his heart swell at his lover's beauty.
Kurt looked up at him after a moment and smiled, a soft light in his eyes. "I love you, David Karofsky…"
Dave stared at him, waiting for a couple of seconds before returning the smile. "I know."
They burst into soft laughter and Kurt shook his head. "Yeah, I've seen that movie too, you dork."
They continued to laugh as they separated, Kurt beginning to unwind the scarf he'd donned on the plane from around his neck. Dave, taking his cue, sat to remove his footwear and then stood to unbuckle his belt.
Kurt, turning around just then as he started to unbutton his own shirt, coloured faintly as his eyes fell to David's crotch where a slight bulge was already forming. He pretended to huff and roll his eyes as David smirked at him, acting as if he were about to do a striptease for Kurt.
The mood was light and flirtatious as each man slowly removed an item of clothing in silence. After removing his shirt, Kurt turned his back and then glanced over his shoulder at his watching fiancé. He lifted one eyebrow and pouting saucily, wiggled his body so the jeans could slide down his legs.
Dave, a fascinated expression on his face, bit his lip as he took in the way Kurt's underwear hugged the globes of his ass. He drew in a deep breath when Kurt then leaned forward to tug the tight material off his feet.
When Kurt straightened to throw the jeans down onto the padded bench at the foot of the bed, Dave was suddenly up against him, his arms sliding around him. Kurt drew in a breath as one hand grazed a nipple already hard from the cool air and the other hand slid down to cup his groin. He groaned as David's hand tightened on him, his erection pushing against the fabric of his boxer-briefs and into the warm palm.
Dave brushed his lips along the side of Kurt's neck and murmured so low, Kurt had to strain to hear: "You are so beautiful." He smiled, knowing Kurt could feel his lips move, and watched the faint colour run up beneath the soft, creamy skin.
Kurt let his head fall back onto David's shoulder with a soft moan, biting his lips and pushing his ass back into his lover's erection. The roughness of David's jeans against his soft underwear provided an enticing contrast that he just loved. He lifted one hand to caress his lover's nape and up into the fine hair there.
They stood like that for who knows how long, slowly rubbing and caressing each other until Kurt, wanting more, turned within the circle of Dave's arms. His eyes dark with arousal, he plunged his tongue into David's mouth, kissing him with slowly mounting passion.
Dave's hands slid to the succulent ass, sliding beneath the tight boxer briefs and slipping them downward. Kurt hummed in approval and shimmied so that gravity could assist in their removal. Dave chuckled at the move and pulled slowly back from the kiss, his eyes glued to the plump, moist lips.
"Do you want to continue this now or after we shower?" He had a feeling Kurt was already too riled up to wait but he preferred to ask.
Kurt gave him a sarcastic look and placed his hands flat against David's chest and gave him an almighty push. He laughed at the startled "oomph" that left him as he bounced on the mattress.
Kurt smirked down at him as he moved to straddle the muscular body. He ran a teasing hand through the hair on the heaving chest before asking: "That answer enough?"
Before Dave could retort, Kurt's mouth was on his again and he gave up trying to get a word out. Really, talking was highly overrated.
Kurt wasted no time after that; he pulled back from the voracious kiss and smirked again as he tugged on David's jeans, caressing the muscular thighs as they were revealed.
Dave took several deep breaths as his cock twitched at the feel of Kurt's hands on him. His boxers were next to go and he sighed in relief as his cock sprang free but the next second he cried out as Kurt's hot, moist mouth descended on him.
Kurt's head bobbed up and down, his mouth sucking hard and hungry on the hot flesh and Dave could do nothing but hang on for the ride. He lifted his head to watch those plump pink lips slide up and down his straining flesh and he groaned as Kurt's cheeks hollowed. His lover was concentrating on his task with a ferocity Dave hadn't seen in a while and now he grabbed the dark hair flopping about so as to stop him.
"Oh, god, Kurt, please, oh baby, you've got to stop… unh!" He tugged on Kurt's hair frantically, only stopping when Kurt did. His fiancé stared at him out of annoyed blue eyes, a wordless 'what!' being flung at him as he wiped his mouth. Dave chuckled before warning: "Any longer and it would be all over bar the shouting."
Kurt sat back on his heels as it sank in what David was saying and then he smiled a little sheepishly. "Uhm, yeah, I guess I got a little carried away… but I want you so bad!"
Dave grabbed his cock as it twitched suddenly, Kurt's words and the hungry expression on his face serving to ratchet his arousal even higher. "Uh, god, don't say things like that!"
Kurt smirked at his dilemma, a 'who, me?' expression now gracing his fallen angel face. He rose up to lean over, open the bedside drawer and grab his favourite lube. When he opened the jar and scooped a bit out, he laid the container on the bed and then rubbed the cream between his hands.
Dave panted as he waited and when Kurt batted his hand away he relaxed, only to almost jackknife up and nearly dislodge his grinning fiancé. Kurt had grabbed his prick with both hands and started smoothing the viscous substance slowly up the heated flesh before sliding down again.
"Oh, jesus, Kurt, unh, shit, that feels so good!"
Kurt hummed, smug as he watched David from beneath coyly lowered lids, his lashes fluttering as he tried not to giggle. He murmured now: "Have I ever told you how much I love your cock? Mmmm, god, David, you're so big."
Dave gulped as he was bombarded by Kurt's sensual administration and his sinfully sexy voice. He shook his head, honestly not able to recall a thing at the moment and bit his lip at the feel of those hands on him.
Kurt nodded as he continued, his colour deepening as he got into his seduction. "Mmmm, yes, it's just so thick… and long… and silky, mmmm, and hot…" His breathing hitched a little before he leaned over to drop a little kiss on the leaking head.
When he straightened up he made sure David was watching him before licking the pre-come slowly from his shining lips. His eyes darkened at the sounds his fiancé was making and then, scooping out some more of the lube with two fingers, he lifted up onto his knees again.
Dave's eyes widened and his lips parted to help him breathe better as he watched Kurt's hand disappear behind him. He watched in avid silence as his lover prepared himself, knowing from the slight wince when more fingers were being introduced. He groaned low now as he again grabbed his leaking cock, hardly able to wait for Kurt to finish and move onto the next step.
Kurt, finally satisfied that he was stretched and lubed enough, opened his eyes to stare into David's that had turned golden with his arousal. He smiled at the panting man, a wicked little look coming into his blue-green eyes as he positioned himself over the larger man's lap.
"Are you ready?" He didn't laugh when Dave nodded rapidly, seemingly unable to articulate, and then grabbed the straining cock. He took a deep breath, positioned the head against his body and then slowly, torturously sank down onto it.
Dave cried out as he was engulfed in the hot, tight, smooth channel, his eyes closing tightly as he strove to hang onto his control. Words started pouring out of him now, consisting mainly of a lot of 'oh, Gods' and 'oh, Kurts' interspersed with curses.
Kurt finally bottomed out, paused to take a breath and grinned down at the pained expression on David's face. When he'd adjusted to his lover's girth, he started to move, thankful for the years of workouts and dance training that gave him the body of an athlete. His thigh muscles would soon begin to burn but right now he was having a lot of fun as he writhed and bounced on top of his sexy fiancé.
Dave's large hands gripped Kurt's hipbones as he gazed up at him, openly admiring the way the dark hair flopped onto the wide, damp forehead. His gaze roved down to the blazing blue-green eyes and then fastened on the way Kurt was torturing his bottom lip. He frowned and shook his head and when Kurt released it he lunged upward to capture the lip, licking and soothing it before lying back on the bed.
Their panting and groaning was loud in the room and soon both men were clutching at each other, Dave stabbing up into Kurt's body and tagging his prostate with each surge.
Kurt drove himself downward onto the hardened flesh at a frantic pace, calling out David's name in a hoarse, breathless voice. Dave thought it was the sexiest thing he would hear and ground up harder into the luscious body.
"Oh, baby, oh god, yes, yes," Dave muttered, certain his fingers were going to leave bruises on Kurt's hips.
Kurt, his eyes closed as he barreled towards his climax, writhed and shuddered, his fingernails leaving crescent shapes in Dave's skin. Suddenly he cried out, his eyes flying open and his prick, untouched throughout their whole coupling, spurted its hot, creamy fluid across Dave's body.
The feel of Kurt coming and the way his ass clenched around his cock pulled Dave's orgasm from him and he cried out before gritting his teeth, his hands tightening on Kurt. His every muscle strained as he emptied himself into his shuddering lover, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist before kissing him hungrily.
Kurt's hands tightened around David's neck, their tongues battling for dominance even as they struggled to catch their breath. It was messy and hot and as they came down from their mutual peak, they began to gasp and chuckle.
"Oh, my god, that was, that was bloody fantastic," Kurt gasped as he rubbed his forehead against David's, his lover's hands rubbing up his back soothingly. "Ohhhh, yessss…"
Dave, amused at how utterly wiped his love sounded, had to agree. "Uh, I think I strained every muscle this time…" and laughed aloud when Kurt straightened up to swat at him. "What? That's a testament to how great it was!"
They laughed as Kurt slid off of him and grabbed a shirt to wipe the mess he'd made off of Dave's chest and stomach. "Uh, we really need that shower now… but I can't move just yet."
Dave gathered him into his side and dropped a kiss on the sweaty hair. He was in no mood to move just then, either, and he grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed to pull up over them. They could just have a little snooze before it would be time for supper, he announced, and grinned as Kurt only responded with a grunt.
He was sure Mrs. L. would hold supper for them if they were late and maybe he should set his watch to wake them but he was, thanks to his voracious lover, simply too tired to move…
An hour and a half later found the two men dashing about the suite, having overslept and aware that Eddy would not be too pleased with them.
It would be a poor way to repay the women's kindness if they were so late that the dishes were overcooked, Kurt yelled from the shower as he washed his hair. Dave had already completed most of his ablutions and he was shaving now, chuckling to himself at Kurt's panic.
They had awakened to the sound of the telephone in the sitting room and when he'd glanced at his watch and seen the time, Dave had proceeded to nudge and poke at Kurt until he'd surfaced with a grumble. When he'd told him what time it was, Kurt had yelled and jumped from the bed, dashing for the shower. They'd made a good job of washing quickly but Kurt, having to shampoo and condition his hair whereas Dave had only shampooed his, was falling behind.
Dave wiped the shaving cream away and then cleaned his teeth, admiring Kurt's gleaming body as the singer washed away the conditioner before stepping from the shower enclosure. He couldn't help admiring the long, smoothly-muscled body and his eyes fell to the soft, rosy cock that hung between his favourite thighs.
Kurt, drying himself rapidly, straightened to catch Dave's gaze in the mirror and pinked at the look in his lover's eyes. He threw the towel aside and strode up to the other sink, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste. He raised an eyebrow at Dave as if to ask, 'like what you see?' and smirked as Dave winked at him.
They got on with the job of getting ready, however, and they made their way downstairs, only fifteen minutes late. Dave nodded to Xavier who was just stepping out of his own bedroom to thank him for the wakeup call and Kurt smiled at the dark-skinned agent. They entered the drawing room to see Julian already there, the blond agent looking rested and at ease.
Conversation was casual as Dave served their cocktails and soon Mrs. L. was announcing that they could come through as dinner was ready.
Kurt raised his eyebrow at the fact that she didn't look annoyed that they were late and she smiled at him knowingly. "I know you all must have been a little tired from the traveling so I pushed the time back a half an hour."
He nodded as he walked with her through to the dining room, going a little pink at the expression in her eyes, and then gasped as he took in the room.
There were flowers and candles on the table and the heavy silver flatware gleamed as if just recently polished. The stemware, too, glistened like diamonds beneath the lights of the chandelier and the room glowed like something out of Architectural Digest.
What caught his eyes the most though was the banner at the end of the room, suspended over the door to the kitchen that read 'Welcome Home'. He burst out laughing as he turned to Mrs. L. and gave her a quick hug.
She smiled proudly as she explained that she'd had the maids help her with it. "You have been gone for quite a while, Mr. Kurt, and they felt they wanted to do this." She shrugged. "I wanted to do it, actually."
The men admired the banner as they took their seats and Kurt looked up in anticipation when the girls came in with the appetizers. Kurt wondered if anyone could hear his stomach growl but the scents emanating from the dishes were simply to blame.
The girls beamed, proud of their handiwork as Kurt and Dave thanked them. They headed back to the kitchen while the men helped themselves to the scrumptious-looking duck liver pâté served with ovals of toast, rounds of gherkin and tomato chutney. There was also a platter of Scotch eggs, something that Kurt had once admitted to Eddy that he'd never had before coming to England.
Mrs. L. had set out wine she had selected to go with each course, apparently and Dave served everyone, topping up their glasses as needed.
Not long after, Mrs. L., Eddy and the girls marched in with platters of food, Kurt's eyes widening at the varied selection. As they set them down along the middle of the long table, he realized that Eddy had been speaking true when she said 'British' food.
There was a lovely roast sirloin, beautifully cooked so that it was still faintly pink in the middle though the outside was a rich dark brown; pot-roast chicken steaming amidst a bed of root vegetables; a shepherd's pie topped with fluffy mashed potatoes, its peaks burnished golden brown; steak and kidney pie and one final dish at which Kurt raised a curious brow.
Eddy chuckled as she explained, "That's a Stilton and leeks bread-and-butter bake. I warrant you've never had it but I thought you might like to try it."
Kurt nodded and with a huge smile on his face, served himself some as she looked on. The flavor was unfamiliar but he liked it and she beamed at his appreciative hum. They all trooped back into the kitchen to the sounds of murmurs of appreciation from the men, pleased that the food was a big hit. Xavier and Julian were British so this fare wasn't unusual but they were aware that the quality was not something you would get every day.
Although the food had appeared to be enough to feed a small army, the men made serious inroads into it, Kurt shaking his head at one point and lamenting that he wouldn't have room for any dessert. Xavier and Dave exchanged amused glances at that while Julian listened politely. He couldn't understand how Kurt could eat so well yet still manage to look as if he needed fattening up.
As he realized how personal a thought that was, he coloured faintly and dipped his face towards his plate, hoping that no one had noticed. He threw a quick glance at Xavier but relaxed when he realized the other agent was too intent on his food to pay him any notice. Another thing he'd relaxed about was wondering if he'd crossed a line when he'd invited himself into Xavier's bed.
As he ate, his mind went back to the night before and his own strange behaviour. He flicked another glance at Xavier and marveled that the man had been remarkable in that he'd not brought it up that morning. He hadn't behaved any differently toward him and he was nothing but grateful for that; he would have hated himself if things had changed.
Xavier had hidden depths to him; he wasn't all jokes and wisecracks. He was like Puck that way; it was a psychological sleight of hand that they did. Distract you; allow you to underestimate them, all while sizing you up, taking your measure. He smiled as he chewed on the tender and flavourful roast beef; underestimating someone like Puck or Xavier wouldn't be a good thing at all.
While the blond had been ruminating on the unchanged status between him and Xavier, the dark-skinned agent had been quietly observing him. Julian was a sensitive man; how he'd got into their line of work was something that Xavier was intensely curious about. One day, when he wasn't so skittish, he would ask him about it, he promised himself.
Now he divided his attention between Kurt and Dave's conversation and watching his colleague. He had deliberately not said anything to Julian about coming to his bed; the man didn't need another thing to be buzzing about in his head. He had mentally shrugged it off; if the blond wanted to bring it up later, fine. If not, he would just continue as they had before; friends and colleagues, nothing more.
His ears perked up as he heard Dave mention Milan; he knew they were still Kurt's security detail and as the news of their wedding spread further, the singer would definitely need protecting.
Dave sipped his wine as he listened to Kurt elaborate on his work plans. He was happy the singer had only a few months left on his contract with the company. He knew that after the wedding he would want to take some time off and he was ecstatic about that. Kurt would be his exclusively and that was all he'd wanted. After a while, they could begin discussing children and how they would go about getting them.
He noticed that Xavier was listening intently now as Kurt spoke but Julian still seemed a little off. Perhaps he hadn't been completely recovered and Dave promised himself he would have a talk with the agent. Now he turned his attention back to Kurt who was talking about Will.
"I need to outline everything, all our plans – or at least most of them – to Will. Besides, he has to meet with your lawyer, too, so we can cover everything then."
Dave nodded and turned to include Xavier and Julian in the conversation. "Kurt will be heading out to Milan in a day or two and you will be his detail."
Xavier nodded. "I gathered as much. When exactly do you wish to fly out," he looked at Kurt intently.
Kurt bit his lip as he thought. "I have no idea how long the flight will be to Milan but if we leave about mid-morning or noon, it should be okay."
Xavier nodded and glanced at Julian. "Okay, then we can check the plane over, file the flight plan and sort out some personal stuff; then we'll be good to go."
Kurt smiled at him in thanks and Dave nodded his approval of the plan. Kurt suddenly looked at David, his brows a bit furrowed. "Oh, you mentioned having your PR person help with the wedding plans. What about the publicity surrounding the engagement announcement?"
Dave closed his eyes and rubbed them, his elbow on the table; Xavier listened intently. As the senior agent present, he needed to know everything that might affect Kurt's security.
Dave sighed but nodded. "I'll have her put together a statement tomorrow which she can then shop to the various publications, outlets, websites, whatever. I figure the photo from the club has probably already made it into publication here."
Kurt nodded, smiling behind his wine glass before he took a sip. He rather liked that photo; it looked romantic and, as was said, a picture is worth a thousand words. Dave's statement probably wouldn't have to be very long if a picture like that accompanied it.
He nodded now and set his glass down, sighing. "Yes, and I'll have to have a chat with Rex, as well."
He removed his napkin from his lap and dabbed at his lips before setting it by his plate. That was a sign for the others, too, and there was a general shuffling as they rose. Mrs. L. came out and Kurt assured her, on behalf of the others who nodded, that they were simply blown away by the excellent food.
She smiled and said she would pass their compliments on to Eddy who would be happy to hear and let them know that coffee and dessert would be served in the drawing shortly. Kurt thanked her and went through to the drawing room, resuming his discussion with David as he walked.
"Sweetie, I think it would be a good idea to take a break from performing after the honeymoon." He smiled naughtily up at Dave as the two agents settled into chairs about the room. He pulled David to sit with him on one of the loveseats, adding: "I rather think I'll need the rest."
He laughed softly as Dave coloured and threw a little glance at the two oblivious agents who were deep into their own discussion. A thought occurred to him and he glanced up at David, cocking his head to one side.
"When will Puck be back? I know he wants to get his company up and running," he asked as he turned to include the two agents.
Xavier, turning away from Julian, nodded. "Yes, I think he and Devon planned to be back tomorrow. I don't know if Ian will begin immediately to set up the US office, though."
Kurt lifted an eyebrow at Dave, a little smile playing about his lips. "Hmmmm, I didn't have to bring my special powers to bear, I see."
Dave frowned at him for a second before he recalled what Kurt meant. "Oh, I think Puck got all that sorted. I think it's a good idea; having Ian as his XO will ease his workload quite a bit. Less backing and forthing, so to speak."
They chatted a while about work-related matters, Kurt admitting that he was looking forward to the season ending soon. "I like working with the company but my life is going to get pretty hectic soon." He smiled at David before continuing, a little gleam in his eye. "Who knows, this just might be my last season ever – if my plans work out right."
Dave grasped his hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss against the slender fingers. "If all our plans work out, sweetheart, we'll be busy in a whole new way, won't we?"
Their gazes locked and for all intents and purposes they were alone. Even when Mrs. L. entered with the dessert trolley it took them a moment to break their gaze and she smiled as she began cutting up the airy Victoria sponge cake Eddy had baked that day.
She was excited about the wedding planning stage of things. If she had her druthers, the ceremony and reception would take place on the manor's grounds. She knew, though, that given Mr. Karofsky's status, it wasn't likely. Still, it was going to be pleasant to be involved and she and Eddy knew the perfect cake to make for Mr. Kurt.
Yes, the next few months were going to be very interesting and her romantic heart swelled. She was quite looking forward to it all.
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TBC
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