The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Sixty-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.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
Will drove up the long curving driveway of Kurt's house and smiled to himself as the manor came into view. Kurt's story was almost a fairy tale, he mused to himself. How many people got to fall in love with a young, handsome billionaire and then end up marrying him? He shook his head as he pulled into a spot to park, nodding politely at the man who took his keys from him.
He headed to the impressive front doors but before he could press the buzzer, it swung open.
"Hello, I'm Xavier; you must be Will Schuester. Please, come in," Xavier smiled at Kurt's agent, remembering him from the party that Kurt had held at Christmas.
Will nodded back a greeting. "Oh, right, hello, Xavier. I think I met you at Kurt's shindig last Christmas, right?"
They had moved through the foyer to the reception room and Xavier nodded. "Yes, that's right. I'm one of Kurt's security team. Ah, he's not down as yet but would you like something to drink while you wait?"
His cordial and relaxed attitude interested Will. He knew the agents were basically employees but somehow this man behaved more as a friend than anything else. He asked for a small whiskey and got it, and sat back to sip it as they waited.
He noticed that Xavier had only fixed himself a ginger ale and he lifted his eyebrow at it. Xavier grinned at him and shrugged.
"I don't drink much and, in a way, I'm almost always on duty. It doesn't pay to slack off in my line of work, does it?"
Will found himself grinning back at this affable man. He knew he was probably pretty efficient at whatever it was he did but he liked that it wasn't the first thing you thought of when you met him.
They continued to throw little bits of banter back and forth and before he knew it, Will's glass was empty. When Xavier asked if he wanted a refill, however, he shook his head, saying ruefully, "I'm sort of on duty myself. This isn't strictly a social occasion for me, either."
Xavier nodded but before he could reply, David and Kurt entered the room, Kurt's face brightening considerably when he saw Will.
Will rose to greet Kurt and was quite pleased with the way Kurt seemed to glow with good health and happiness. They hugged briefly and he shook hands with David before they took their seats, Kurt lounging casually beside David, as usual.
His ensemble tonight was casually elegant, the nubby cranberry red sweater throwing colour up into his fair-skinned face. His only jewellery were his watch and his engagement ring that he kept fiddling with and once when he caught Will's eyes dropping to it, he laughed softly.
"David and I went ring-hunting today and you'll never believe it…" he blurted as he leaned forward to Will. "We actually found them! Can you believe it?"
Will chuckled at the excited look on his face, looking over at David who sat with an indulgent smile on his face as one hand stroked Kurt's back. The two were so obviously in love it almost made Will feel wistful. He couldn't remember the last time he'd even thought about Terry in a romantic way. He did really love her but somehow, with the years, their work and the distance, they seemed to have drifted apart somewhat.
He shrugged off that little mood, however, and chatted with the other men, Kurt and Dave telling him about their time in Ohio and France, and Xavier chiming in about Dave's house in the tropics. He looked at Kurt and raised an eyebrow at him in curiosity.
"Kurt, I seem to remember you have a house in the islands, too. Exactly where did you say it was?"
Kurt, who had received a small sherry from Xavier, swallowed quickly and replied: "In the Caymans, remember? I got it for 'a song', as they say, only $2.3, so I was pretty happy."
Dave tilted his head and gazed at Kurt's happy face. "Mine is quite a distance from yours; it's in the Bahamas and I wish I'd got if for a song." When Kurt turned to smile at him in curiosity, he shrugged: "It was going for $9.5 but I argued it down to $8."
When Kurt smirked at him, he smiled back. "Hey, I had to do a lot of work on the house, bring it up to hurricane specs, y'know. I felt justified, okay?"
They continued chatting and joking for a little while and then headlights swept across the windows, alerting them to the arrival of their second and final guest. Dave rose to go to the door, passing Julian on the way and he opened it quickly.
Kurt, Will, Xavier and Julian all looked up when Dave came back, ushering a small, slightly stout dark-haired woman ahead of him. He smiled at his fiancé and the others and introduced her.
"This is Monica Vansen; Monica, this is my fiancé, Kurt Hummel," and paused when Kurt rose to come over to take the woman's small hand in his.
Kurt smiled down at her politely as she had yet to smile at any of them. He didn't know if she was naturally reserved or she was nervous but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. No need to jump to conclusions when he didn't need the exercise, he mocked himself.
"Hello, Monica, welcome to our home." He turned to include the others. "This is my agent, Will Schuester," Will shook her hand and smiled cordially, and then he gestured to the other men. "And this is Xavier … and Julian."
He turned back to her, the perfect host, and asked, "Would you like a drink before we go through?"
Monica had nodded as each man had been introduced and, predictably, her eyes had been drawn to the two agents, one as dark as the other was fair. At Kurt's query she smiled for the first time and asked for a small gin and tonic.
They all settled back into their seats as Kurt fixed her drink and he looked up when Julian came up beside him. He smiled at the blond and raised an eyebrow in inquiry and then fixed a small tonic water and lime for him.
When they were all seated and sipping, Kurt turned to Monica, his eyes twinkling as he took in her elegant outfit. "Mmm, I think that's a lovely colour on you," he said as he admired the lavender shawl cardigan she was wearing. She was wearing it over a dress of a slightly deeper hue and it went very well with her olive skin tone.
Monica's eyes widened slightly as her boss's fiancé complimented her outfit and she actually grinned this time as she thanked him. Now she looked at him directly, studying him as she sipped her drink.
Everyone in the office had seen the newspaper photos and the articles on the billionaire's theatrical fiancé. All of them had speculated on how the two had met and she herself had privately surmised that, as Mr. Karofsky was a well-known supporter of the arts, they had probably met at some function or other.
Now she watched the two men who seemed to have an invisible bond stretching between them. They touched all the time, seemingly unaware of it, and they looked at each other as if there were no others in the room with them.
The other two men she remembered hearing were part of the security team that Mr. Puckerman had hired, according to the scuttlebutt going the rounds of the office and she could believe it. There was something about the way they always seemed alert, even when they attempted to look relaxed and joined in the conversation.
She took the opportunity as she finished her drink to look about the lovely room, wondering just how large the manor was and admitted that the men had wonderful taste. She cleared her throat and when the men looked over at her she complimented Kurt on the lovely décor.
Kurt smiled and thanked her, adding with a sweet little look over at his fiancé: "It was a gift from David and I fell in love with it immediately." He ran his hand along his lover's arm and she smiled as she watched their interaction.
Just then an older woman came in to announce that dinner was served and she rose as the others did. Mr. Hummel smiled and inclined his head as he gestured for her to walk along with him and they headed into one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever been in.
The wood of the table gleamed richly under the lights of the exquisite chandelier and the flowers in their multi-hued glory gave off a subtle scent. It combined with the smell of furniture polish but in no way detracted from the aroma of the dishes awaiting them.
Mr. Karofsky came up and pulled out her chair for her, seating her to his left as his fiancé took the seat to his right. The other men arrayed themselves as they wished with Mr. Hummel's agent, Mr. Schuester, sat to her left. The table was set with gleaming flatware and a multitude of stemware and she took a deep breath in the face of all that opulence.
As she shook out her napkin and placed it across her lap, she nodded at Mr. Karofsky in thanks as he poured her wine. Everything looked splendid and she rather looked forward to the meal.
It turned out to be a fairly relaxed occasion, the conversation casual and happy and Mr. Hummel seemed to sparkle with excitement. At one point she noticed the engaged couple holding hands as they chatted about the stunning rings they'd found and she realized that her own spirits were much more buoyant now than when she'd arrived.
Once dinner was over and they moved to the drawing room, however, Mr. Karofsky turned to her, his face slightly more serious than it had been at dinner.
"Monica, this is actually a working meeting but I wanted to do it this way because Kurt is leaving tomorrow for Milan."
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise but before she could inquire about it Kurt intervened. "My company is setting up in Milan as we speak for a short run at La Scala."
She nodded and then asked thoughtfully. "What dates were you thinking of for the ceremony?"
Kurt glanced over at David and smiled mischievously, a dimple appearing as he did so. "Oh, I was thinking June; call me romantic but that's the month that always came to mind whenever I thought of getting married."
She nodded and removed her smart phone from her handbag and proceeded to set up her notes. She called up a calendar for the month of June and studied it for a minute before looking back up at the men.
"Would the last weekend in June work for you – the last Saturday, specifically?" She took in the fair face shining in its happiness and told herself she would enjoy working with this young man. Her research had found stories that seemed to imply he could be a bit of a handful but she rather thought that those people who found him so had probably not been fans for whatever reason.
Now as she watched him chatting with his fiancé and his agent, even the security men, she had to admit that he seemed a thoroughly pleasant young man. When he finally nodded to her and said yes, the last Saturday would be fine, she made a note of it.
Then Mr. Karofsky spoke, his expression every bit as indulgent as it had been earlier. "We can make it a three-day event, can't we?"
When Kurt looked at him quizzically, he smiled, his hand seeming to come up of its own accord to caress the back of the younger man's neck. Kurt leaned into the warmth of the large hand and smiled at him, waiting for him to continue.
"I just thought that since the family is coming over anyway, we can have the rehearsal dinner on the Friday, the wedding on Saturday and a brunch on Sunday before we leave for our honeymoon."
Kurt was almost vibrating with excitement as he finished outlining his plan and now he nodded. Turning to Will Schuester, his eyes wide, he asked: "Do you think Terry would be able to come, Will?"
Will nodded but said somewhat quietly: "I can't vouch for her but I will talk to her and see if she can take the time off. We're expanding into other markets, you see, so she's been pretty busy."
Kurt felt a little twinge of sadness dampen his own excitement as he heard what Will did not say. It appeared as if things were not so rosy in his agent's marriage and though he didn't particularly like Terry, he wanted Will to be happy.
He nodded now and moved on to something else he wanted Monica to handle. "Oh, by the way, Monica, we met a wonderful sales clerk today who told us about a venue she thought I might like. Have you heard of Haverly Castle?"
He grinned as the woman's eyes widened in surprise. "Why, yes, I certainly have heard of Haverly! It has a rather rich history and it would be a perfectly wonderful venue for your wedding."
Julian, for perhaps the first time, showed some interest and he actually leaned forward as he said to Kurt: "It's absolutely beautiful at that time of year. I've been to a wedding there before and I must say it was rather stunning."
Kurt clapped his hands and then turned and grabbed David's. "Yes, yes, let's try and get it, please!"
Dave chuckled as he gazed at Kurt's brilliant eyes. "Okay, we'll get on it." He turned to Monica and nodded and she made a note of Haverly Castle in her smart phone.
"I'll see if it's free for that weekend. I will need to know how large the party will be and would you need the entire castle for the three days." She looked up at them with her hand hovering over the device as she waited for their answer.
Kurt, biting his lips, counted off on his fingers as he muttered to himself. Just as he moved to the fingers of the other hand, there was a commotion at the front door and it opened to admit the three missing agents.
He laughed as he watched Noah, Devon and Ian stride into the room, happy that they had made it back before he had to leave the following day. He called out now to them, his voice light and teasing.
"Noah Puckerman, you keep turning up like a bad penny! I had no idea you were returning so soon." He laughed again as the tanned man waggled his eyebrows at him.
Dave smirked as he looked over at Monica and pointed at Puck. "I think you know Noah Puckerman; the other gentlemen are his associates, Devon and Ian."
There were greetings all around and the newcomers settled in as Dave looked over at Puck, his eyes alight with questions. "So, did everything go as planned?"
Puck nodded and announced: "We will have the U.S. office up and running in no time, thanks to Ian here. He goes back in a few days and will be gone for a while then."
Kurt smiled at Ian and promised he would have a quick word with him before he left. "Was everyone okay when you left them?"
The tanned agent gave him his trademark smirk but nodded. "Yes, they were all good. Mercedes says she will call you in Milan and your mom said to remember to take your vitamins."
Kurt did a double-take and gave him a 'wtf?' look that had everyone chuckling. "I bet she didn't, Noah Puckerman!"
Puck laughed but shook his head. "No, she didn't but you should have seen your face!"
Eventually they settled down and Mrs. L. came in to greet the newcomers and ask if they needed anything, to which they said no; they'd eaten on the way from the airport so they were good.
When she nodded briskly and left with a little smile, Kurt remembered that he'd been in the middle of telling Monica how many people would be staying at the castle for the wedding.
"Uhm, Monica, sorry about that; I was saying – before I was interrupted," and he threw a mock glare at Noah; "we will probably have about 18 staying and 75 guests for the wedding and reception."
He glanced at David to see if that sounded right and smiled happily when he nodded in confirmation.
Dave added his bit as he looked at the woman tapping away at her device. "I'll let you have a fairly comprehensive list soon. Oh and you will need to keep in touch with Kurt while he's in Milan. He's a bit concerned about getting the right wedding planner, I think."
Kurt nodded as he turned to her, his eyes earnest. "I want it to be an elegant affair with just a touch of drama because, honestly, that's me. I am thinking too that I don't want us in ordinary tuxedos, however designer chic they may be."
Monica looked up, intrigued and asked exactly what he had in mind. The singer had great taste in clothes from what she could see and now she wondered exactly what theme he wanted for his wedding. Whether they liked it or not, this wedding would probably end up splashed across several tabloid pages and uploaded to the web and Kurt looked to be rather savvy about publicity.
He nodded now as he sat back against his lover, his eyes thoughtful. However, before he answered her, he looked at the security agents and then at David.
"Guys, how do you feel about Nehru jackets?"
Julian's eyes widened in surprise and he glanced at Puck who simply shrugged; Devon looked as if he was thoroughly happy with the idea and Xavier and Ian didn't respond at all. Julian looked back at Kurt with a faintly apologetic look and asked: "Nehru jackets – for all of us, you mean?"
Kurt nodded enthusiastically and he leaned forward to elaborate. "Yes! You don't have to worry, though, I picture you all in fairly sober designs but the fabric has to be really sumptuous."
He frowned at Noah who now had a faintly alarmed look on his face. "Oh, Noah, I'm not going to make you look ridiculous. In fact, David and I will be wearing Nehru-style jackets, too, and I tell you, we will look fabulous!"
Dave grinned at the men, especially at Xavier and Ian's now grim faces. "Believe me, you will like the way you look. Kurt already outlined this to me and I see where he's going. You can trust him, okay?"
Ian spoke up and Kurt had to admit to being surprised that he said anything at all. "Will we be able to secure our weapons properly if we wear this thing?"
Kurt looked at him in surprise while Devon tried to stifle his laughter and just barely succeeded. Julian, who seemed to be more in tune with his own inner fashionista turned and nodded. "If they are going to be bespoke, we can have them built to our specifications," and he turned to Kurt for his confirmation.
Kurt nodded rapidly, his hair flopping charmingly onto his smooth forehead. "Oh, definitely they will be bespoke suits. Nothing less for the wedding of a diva and self-proclaimed fashionista…"
Soft laughter greeted this declaration and the men relaxed, Will nodding as he looked over at Kurt. "So you have the rings, the venue and the suits sorted out. Have you thought of who will stand with you as witnesses?"
David nodded, his hand once again stroking up Kurt's back and settling at his nape. Kurt leaned into the comforting touch and smiled at Will. "Yes, definitely. I plan to have Mercedes stand for me, and David…" he turned to smile softly at his lover.
That was Dave's cue to speak up and he cleared his throat before saying: "I planned to ask Puck tomorrow but now is as good a time as any," and he smiled at the stunned man.
Puck stared at Dave and then a huge smile erupted on his face. However, before he lost his macho man card he remembered himself and sobered slightly. He nodded at Dave now and in a voice that was only marginally more serious than normal, retorted: "Of course, I'll stand with you. After all, I've only ever known you longer than anyone else here!"
Laughter broke out in the room, Xavier fist-bumping him for that and everyone turned to see Mrs. L. pushing in her dessert trolley. They helped themselves to the divine little tarts and cupcakes Eddie had baked that day and settled down as Mrs. L. poured their coffee.
Dave used the little napkin to pat his lips as he came over to Will, seated himself beside the agent and watched as Kurt went over to sit with Monica. He turned to Will and said quietly: "Before you leave, could you come with me to the office? I want to talk with you… about the documents to be signed."
Will nodded for he hadn't forgotten that that was why he was here tonight. He had familiarized himself with Kurt's business affairs after he'd hung up the phone that morning so he felt pretty comfortable that he would be able to represent him adequately now.
"Certainly," he nodded to Dave and continued with his dessert. He was tempted to take another cupcake but he refrained; he wasn't as active as he used to be so he had to watch his calorie intake. He frowned as he thought of Terry and the fact that he suspected she was seeing someone else. His self-esteem had taken a big hit and he didn't want to add the stress of weight-gain to his already flagging ego.
The conversation in the beautiful drawing room was a quiet buzz mixed with the sound of cake forks tapping against the plates or cups being settled into saucers. Eventually, the security agents one by one (and twos in the case of Devon and Puck) said their goodnights and left Dave and Kurt with Monica and Will.
Kurt, finally looking over at Will, smiled and nodded at him. "I think you gentlemen have things to discuss?" When Dave rose and came over to drop a light kiss on his thick hair, he looked over at Will. "I'll probably have all sorts of things to talk to you about tomorrow, okay?"
Will nodded, rose and shook hands with Monica, saying it was a pleasure to meet her. Monica returned the sentiment and added: "We will probably end up meeting to hash out a couple of things before June gets here."
He agreed and nodded to her and Kurt before heading off down the hallway after David. Kurt watched them for a bit and then turned to the patiently waiting woman.
She smiled at the young man and then said quietly: "So, is there anything else we need to pin down before I get started?"
Kurt looked at her thoughtfully before sighing. "I hear you handle PR for David… we will need you to run interference as much as possible with the newshounds."
She nodded in understanding. Her boss was an extremely private man but he was marrying an entertainer who, for good or ill, was attractive to the paparazzi and the gossip columnists. She made a note in her smart phone and then looked up at Kurt.
"I'm thinking…" and she paused before continuing: "What if we had a sit down, something like a press conference… nothing big, and simply gave the newsgroups the facts? Would that be acceptable?"
Kurt frowned; his first instinct was to say no but he decided to compromise. "Uhm, I'm thinking maybe we could do something for one of those lifestyle magazines or websites. Would that work?"
She bit her lip and for a few minutes there was silence and then she smiled at him. He really was not as temperamental as she'd been expecting. Maybe it was that he was still riding the high from finding the perfect wedding bands, she thought. Now she nodded as she made another note in her phone.
"Yes, that's good. I think that will really work. Would you want them to do it here, in this house, maybe?"
Kurt looked around the beautiful room, trying to see it from the eyes of an interviewer and his or her photographer. It really was a fabulous space and he thought it could really work. He smiled widely at the woman who was watching him and said yes, the house would be the perfect place.
"Oh, but I need to get back to you on the date I can make it back here as I don't have my schedule or roster as yet."
He rose as he thought about talking to Rex and filling him in on everything. He knew the man wouldn't be pleased with his plan to leave the company after they closed in June but he definitely wanted to spend a lot more time with David and he wasn't about to change his mind.
Monica, taking her cue, rose also and gathered her things together, closing the phone and slipping into her handbag. Kurt walked with her out through the reception room and into the foyer before stopping.
He looked around at the elegant furnishings and exquisite artwork and turned to grin down at her. "I really like your idea; this place would be great and I can almost picture how well the photos will turn out."
She chuckled softly as he helped her with her coat and looked up at him, taking in the pale, smooth skin, the brilliant eyes and the soft pink lips. Her boss had really found himself a prize in this young man and she assured Kurt now: "I think this will be the perfect backdrop for you, too."
Kurt coloured faintly and shrugged, pleased at the compliment from this serious woman. "Thank you. I'm happy you'll be helping me; things won't seem so crazy now."
Monica stepped through the door he was holding open for her and they stepped out under the portico as they waited for her car to be brought around. When the chap jumped out and handed her the keys, she slid in behind the wheel, shut the door and looked up again at Kurt.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Hummel, and I do look forward to thrashing this thing out."
Kurt laughed and patted the door as she put the car in gear. "Oh, please, call me Kurt. 'Mr. Hummel' makes me feel as if I should be looking over my shoulder for my dad!"
"Okay, Kurt, if you will call me Monica," she replied and, with a jaunty little wave, she moved off down the driveway. "G'night!"
Kurt waved as her taillights blinked red before throwing a glance at Will's car and the waiting driver and then heading inside. He mused on the fact that his staff seemed willing to work all hours of the day and night and promised himself to talk to David about including them in their wedding celebrations.
If they were going to have the wedding in a castle, surely they could have their staff attend as guests. There would be more than enough room and it would be like a mini holiday for them, he thought. It would be rather nice to have Mrs. L., Eddie and the rest of the staff come and see him get married.
He closed the door behind him and headed down the hallway towards his office, hearing the men's voices get louder as he drew closer. For some reason, he stopped outside and was in time to hear David say quietly: "and a fund for the children."
His heart leaped and his stomach clenched briefly, the tears pricking his eyes as he realized that David was just as anxious and looking forward to their children as he was. He cleared his throat quietly, composed his face and pushed the door open, smiling brightly as both men looked up.
"What have I missed," he asked as he went over to David, sliding into his arms as naturally as if he had always been there; no, as if he had been made to be right there.
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KHDK
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Saying goodbye for the second time in three days was a very hard thing for Kurt and now, standing on the tarmac with David, he felt as if he couldn't breathe. He flung himself into the waiting arms, his face pressed to David's chest and just held on. He could feel his lover planting little kisses on his hair and hear him murmuring little endearments but he just wanted to be back at home, not out here.
Dave felt his eyes prickling as Kurt wrapped his arms tightly about him and he held on to him, unhappy himself about this separation. He knew he would see him in about a week or so but he wished with all his heart that they didn't have to part for any length of time whatsoever.
Puck leaned against the Bentley, trying to pretend he wasn't watching the two men and stared over at Xavier and Julian who were just mounting the steps of David's private jet. They would be using the Dassault Falcon to take Kurt to Milan, landing at Linate Airport in roughly two hours. He himself, along with Devon, would be taking David to a conference in Mumbai, one he knew Dave wished he could skip but it was impossible to get out of.
He sighed as he caught a glimpse of Kurt's pale face. He knew how he would feel if he had to be apart from Devon for any length of time now. It hadn't always been that way but the more time they spent together, the more he realized how much he loved the young, curly-haired agent. It was a good thing they worked together; there would be times when they would probably be doing different things but it wasn't likely they would be in different datelines.
Finally, Kurt eased back, leaned up and kissed David, his lips brushing softly against their counterparts. He stepped back and smiled a sad little smile at his lover. "Call me tonight?"
David stepped up to him and slid his arms around Kurt's waist beneath the ankle-length coat he was wearing and pulled him close again. He dropped a little kiss on the singer's smooth forehead and then looked down at him. "I will… and I know you are going to love the hotel I chose for you."
Curiosity sparked in Kurt's blue-green eyes, dispatching some of the sadness there. "Oh, yes?" He quirked an eyebrow at his fiancé as he stroked a hand up David's chest. "How special is it?"
Dave grinned now, happy to give Kurt something to look forward to rather than spend the entire flight brooding on their separation. "Just wait and see, doll; and don't go researching it during the flight, either. That would just spoil the fun."
Kurt pouted but ended up giggling. He slapped David lightly and then shook his head. "Oh, okay – spoilsport!"
They continued to smile at each other and then moved simultaneously into a last kiss. Puck looked away again and dropped his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. Boy, those two certainly had no problems with public displays of affection, he thought now. That was so unusual for Dave because he wasn't known as intensely private for nothing. Puck realized now that Kurt was definitely the reason for his former boss's upbeat attitude; the singer was an extrovert and clearly felt no compunction about letting it all 'hang out', so to speak.
When he looked back up he startled slightly because Kurt was looking at him with a little smirk on his face. He lifted his eyebrow at the diva with a 'what?' writ large on his tanned face. Kurt sauntered over to him and slapped him on the arm.
Puck pretended that hit hurt him and stared wide-eyed at Kurt. "I didn't do anything!" He chuckled as Kurt cracked up at that and then pulled the singer into a brief hug.
Kurt eased back and looked up at his fiancé's best man. "Okay, now, you better take care of yourselves in Mumbai. I know Devon will be there with you so I want both of you to keep an eye on my man. Those women over there are seriously beautiful!"
Puck stared at him in disbelief and then scoffed. "Princess, you know nobody can hold a candle to you!"
Dave burst out laughing as Kurt's mouth dropped open and then grabbed Kurt's hand to tug him towards the jet. Puck waved at them, calling out to the singer: "Break a leg in Milan, okay!"
Kurt laughed and waved back at him, trotting up the steps with David behind him. Inside, he settled himself into one of the unbelievably comfortable seats and watched as David had a word with Julian before coming to join him.
Without a word they moved together, their lips clinging and Kurt's arms going around David's neck. When they pulled apart he sighed, rubbing his nose against David's cheek before whispering, "I love you so much…"
Dave turned his head to brush his mouth against the soft pink lips hovering near his and with one last kiss he rose. He pulled out Kurt's seatbelt and fumbled with it as he buckled him in before he dropped a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you, Kurt Hummel. I can't wait for June." He straightened up, nodded at Julian who was just coming out of the cockpit and before he exited the plane he turned to smile at his wide-eyed lover. "I'll call you tonight. Be good…"
With one last little smile he headed quickly down the steps, striding towards Puck and the waiting car. He frowned as he turned to watch the jet start making its turn towards the hangar exit. There was just a funny, niggling little feeling in his chest which he'd been trying to shrug off but now that his love was actually leaving, it was getting harder to ignore.
He knew Kurt loved him; it was hard not to see everything the singer felt in those amazing eyes. It wasn't Kurt he doubted, not at all; he just hadn't reached his third decade of life expecting everything to go smoothly. Marrying Kurt was the most important thing in his life to date but now that they were going to be separated for a while, he wondered what was going to come and muddy the waters.
As the gleaming white jet with its logo sprawled across its fuselage moved out into the midday sunlight, he squinted as if trying to see further ahead. Their future course should have been laid out straight in his mind's eye but he sighed now and turned towards the car, nodding at Puck as he frowned again.
Something was coming on the horizon and as he settled himself in the passenger seat of the Bentley his eyes fell on his engagement ring. He let out a slow breath as he stared at it; Kurt had given him that ring and despite any misgivings he had now, he was determined that the next ring would go on in June.
Nothing and no one was going to get in their way. That, like this beautiful ring, was a promise.
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TBC
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