The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Sixty-Six
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 favourite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
Rehearsals the next day were intense and focused; after all, as Rex constantly reminded the company, they opened later that week. Kurt, accustomed to the man's slave-driver technique, did not complain. He found he relished the workouts, the practices with his voice coach and even the time spent with the wardrobe mistress, Barbara, while his costume was overhauled and checked for any necessary adjustments.
At one point he'd looked down at the harassed-looking woman and grinned mischievously before saying: "What, are you looking for the extra pounds I put on while away?"
She huffed at him even as she knelt at his feet checking a tear in the hem of his robes but shook her head. "I know you know better than to put on weight just weeks before an opening night. No, I've just been wondering if I could run a new costume design for you by Rex, is all."
She stuck a few pins in her mouth and bent to continue with the repairs. Kurt, intrigued, stared at her in the tall mirror before which they were working. Before he could ask her for details, however, the door to the costume department opened and a tousled, dark head appeared.
Kurt frowned slightly and then pasted a little smile on his face. "Oh, Cooper, may I help you?" He knew the man was probably just coming to hang about him as was his wont from the moment Kurt had stepped backstage that morning.
Cooper eased his way into the room, sauntering over to Kurt and looking up at him, his blue eyes crystal clear and innocent. Yeah, Kurt scoffed in his mind; this guy probably doesn't even know how to spell 'innocent', he thought as he watched him approach. Now he tried to look polite as he looked at his old friend's brother, wondering what he was up to now.
"I've a message for Barbara, actually; Rex wants to see her for a minute." He smiled blandly at Kurt and hoped he wouldn't find out that he'd manipulated Rex into a discussion about updating the costumes, something he'd overheard the wardrobe mistress discussing with a couple of her minions. He'd used that to his advantage and congratulated himself now as the woman scrambled to her feet, spat out the pins she'd had between her lips and hurried out, muttering all the time about prima donna artistic directors.
Kurt sighed as he realized she'd probably expect when she returned to find him still in the same position as she'd left him. His perch on a hassock wasn't very comfortable and he felt even more exposed because of the diaphanous nature of Oberon's robes. The material was sumptuous and felt wonderful but it also left very little to the imagination; apparently fairies and their monarchs didn't go in much for modesty.
Now he sighed as he watched a faintly predatory look slide into Cooper's clear eyes, a look he'd grown familiar with the night before at dinner. He'd been glad that, because of Xavier and Julian's presence, Cooper couldn't make the meal into an intimate tête-à-tête as he'd obviously hoped to do. Every time he mentioned something that only he and Kurt knew about, Kurt would turn it around, generalize it and include the other two men. He'd smiled behind his napkin at one point at the blatantly frustrated look that Cooper had been trying to hide by the end of the meal.
As they'd sat and sipped the rich, unbelievably thick Italian espresso, he'd taken a moment to assess how Julian and Xavier were taking to Cooper and he'd been amused to see how wary they were of him. No doubt they'd had to deal with people like that before; people who, because of wealth and privilege, felt that they had a right to take anything their little venal hearts desired.
He'd been happy when, at the end of the meal, Cooper had got a call on his phone that he apparently couldn't wiggle out of.
"It's my mother; I'm afraid she's become very clingy as she's aged." Kurt had nodded politely as they'd all risen to head back upstairs, his mind already racing ahead to when he could hear from David. He missed him so much already and it had only been a few hours since he'd seen him. He nodded now as Cooper continued.
"Oh, by the way, Blaine sends his love; he's working on a sitcom that's hyped to be the newest 'Friends' incarnation so he's pretty happy." He smiled as if he were proud of his younger brother but Kurt could see a tinge of jealousy or envy and he remembered why he'd always been a little wary of his friend's charming older brother. Now he smiled at him politely as he turned towards the hotel's ornate lifts.
"Oh, please say 'hi' for me when next you talk to him. We've been out of touch for ages," he pressed the call button and waited impatiently for the lift to arrive, all the while hoping that Cooper would just leave already!
Finally, when they were about to step into the lift that had arrived and disgorged its passengers, Cooper grabbed Kurt's hand and pressed a little kiss to its back. Kurt tried to drag it back but Cooper held it firmly, acting as if he thought Kurt were simply being coy. He smiled up through his shiny dark lashes at the singer and said, his voice intimate, "See you tomorrow, beautiful," and chuckled when Kurt frowned and managed to drag his hand free.
The doors of the lift closed in his face but Kurt knew the man's monumental ego was not dented by his reaction. Oh no, people like Cooper Anderson simply couldn't believe that anyone could be indifferent to their charms. Cooper had wealth, breeding, looks, talent and charm; what was not to like?
So, he sauntered away out of the hotel, all the while telling himself it would just be a matter of time before Kurt fell, like all the rest, into his waiting lap.
Now, here he was ogling Kurt in his costume and no doubt trying to get a look at the younger man's charms that he'd definitely noticed all those years ago. He chided himself for allowing Blaine's sensibilities to sway him from his plan at the time to seduce the young music student. Blaine had had a huge soft spot for the porcelain-skinned boy but had been falling in and out of love with a succession of swaggering idiots and had ignored Kurt.
Kurt stepped down from the hassock and went over to the sofa that sat against one wall of the costume department amidst two huge, long racks of hanging costumes. He sat himself down elegantly, making certain that the folds of the robe were folded in such a way as to not flash any skin at Cooper. No doubt the man would see it not as an accident but another step in this dance of seduction he was determined to play out with the uninterested singer.
"So," Cooper said as he pulled up one of the spindly-legged chairs dotted about the spacious costume department. "Is your fiancé well? I know you must be missing him terribly."
Kurt narrowed his eyes at him as if trying to search out even a kernel of sincerity in that comment. However, he nodded and pasted on a polite little smile, his eyes remaining cool and assessing.
"I'm sure you didn't come in here to ask after David's health, Cooper." He raised an eyebrow as the man looked startled at his abruptness.
Cooper shrugged as his eyes roamed up Kurt's long legs, from the moss green suede ankle boots, up the tights-clad legs to where the robe bunched across Kurt's lap and then finally made it to the cold, blue-grey gaze. Smiling, he shrugged: "I'm being sociable, gorgeous; we are friends, after all, aren't we?"
Kurt huffed at that and tilted his head as he twirled one lock of long, dark hair about his fingers. "Friends, with you? I recall being friends with Blaine but you were always a bit superior towards me."
Cooper widened his eyes at him and shook his head. "You must have imagined that. I've always found you fascinating. If you don't believe me," and here a wicked little gleam appeared, making his handsome face appear faintly sinister, "you can ask dear Blaine. He knew how I felt about you."
Kurt straightened up at that, suddenly not liking the slight shift in the atmosphere as Cooper had smiled that predatory grin just now. He glanced at the door, wondering where Xavier and Julian were and then relaxed. Pffft, he scoffed to himself, I can take this clown if he tries anything. Now he smirked at the other man as he wondered: why do certain men treat me as a thing to acquire? At least I always end up disabusing them completely of that misconception…
He watched as Cooper's pupils dilated at what he clearly thought was a come-hither smile on Kurt's fair face. Unbelievably, he preened a bit and congratulated himself on gaining a bit of Kurt's interest and his smile widened, showing off his orthodontist's perfect work.
"So, I was thinking," he murmured in what he probably thought was a seductive tone, "would you have lunch with me one day? We could catch up on old times, couldn't we?"
Kurt got to his feet suddenly, holding back a smirk as Cooper startled, and took a step forward so that he was standing within arms' length of the other man who stared up at him now in anticipation. Kurt affected an expression of curiosity as he tilted his head in what he'd been told was an adorable way. Maybe it wasn't fair to lead Cooper on but something about the man's arrogance just rubbed him the wrong way.
"Lunch… old times? I-I don't know… uhm, maybe…" he laughed inwardly as he saw Cooper take a deep breath, no doubt aroused by Kurt's display of innocence and naïveté. Men like Cooper Anderson just loved an ingénue, until they had devoured that purity and thrown the poor fool aside.
Cooper rose from the little wrought-iron chair and grabbed one of Kurt's hands gently, staring into the wide blue-green eyes. God, he really wanted to have this beautiful boy with the delicious porcelain skin writhing beneath him and if it took countless lunches and inane discussions of 'old times', well, he was more than willing.
He stared now at Kurt's parted pink lips before dragging his eyes up to Kurt's to smile and nod encouragingly. "Hey, Milan is a beautiful city famous for its cuisine, history, architecture. It doesn't have to be just lunch, I could show you around, too. After all, I've been coming here since I left university, so I'm pretty familiar with the old town."
Kurt's eyes widened involuntary at the idiot's reference to a venerable city like Milan as an 'old town' but he quickly transformed his disgust into a look of faux admiration. "Oh, well," he said, his voice breathy and maybe half an octave lower than usual, "lunch one day would be good, and then," he leaned in a bit so that Cooper had to do the same to hear him. "We'll see how things go after that."
He whisked away from the surprised but appreciative man towards the door and Cooper watched him leave, admiring the way the rich robes swayed behind him as he walked. Mmhmm, a genuine work of art, he mused to himself and then laughing at his foolishness, hurried to the door, his good mood lighting up the handsome face.
Kurt's expression had a faint sneer to it as he'd exited the wardrobe department and he shook his head at the returning wardrobe mistress as she came towards him. He stopped and had a few words with her to let her know he'd be back with her after lunch and then stalked to his dressing room. He only relaxed when he was inside the door, closing it and leaning against it before moving towards the dressing table.
Xavier, who had been lounging on the couch and reading one of the many magazines Kurt's assistant had left for him, looked up and frowned immediately at the look on Kurt's face.
"Everything alright?" His voice, usually so cheerful, was a little serious now and Kurt smiled at him in the mirror and shook his head.
"It's nothing; just Cooper being Cooper," and grinned when a frown erupted on the dark-skinned agent's face. "Really, Xavier, it's nothing I can't handle; no need to shoot the man just yet!"
They both chuckled darkly at that, Xavier wondering if Kurt knew just how much Julian and he would love the opportunity to do just that. Cooper Anderson just plainly rubbed them all the wrong way and he just didn't seem to see that. People like him went through life blinkered to the negative effects they had on people. Actually, it was as if other people's opinions didn't matter; if you weren't in their circle of privilege and wealth, you simply didn't matter.
The night before at dinner, the man had completely ignored Julian and his presence, focusing only on Kurt who had seen what was happening. Xavier smiled softly now as he watched Kurt fiddling with his hair and muttering softly; the singer was such a complex little package. He could be arrogant and controlling, a real diva and then he was also generous and sweet-natured at times.
Now Xavier enquired as he closed the magazine and tossed it aside: "What has the wonderful Mr. Anderson been saying to you now?"
Kurt shrugged, creamed the makeup off his face and then started with the cottonballs and astringent. "He wants to take me to lunch one day and then show me around the 'old town', he says." He swiped and tossed the cottonballs repeatedly until his face was completey free and clear. He studied himself critically and then began applying moisturizer.
Xavier nodded, took out his phone and then looked at Kurt. "Okay, which day will we be having lunch with him?"
Kurt chuckled as he finished up with his face. "I didn't ask - and I didn't let him know we'll all be coming."
Xavier echoed the mischievous grin on the singer's face and nodded. "Yeah, I'm certain he doesn't realize you're a package deal where he's concerned."
Kurt laughed outright, looking forward to the look on Cooper's face when he turned up for lunch with his shadows. In fact, just the night before on the phone, David had asked him for maybe the first time, how he felt having Julian and Xavier with him, seeing as there was no current threat to his safety.
Kurt had shrugged and replied that he knew there were a lot of nutters out there and now that the news of their engagement had been bruited about by the press, there were bound to be one and two who thought they could be better consorts for a billionaire.
He'd smirked and in a soft, breathy little voice had explained all this to David, adding: "You're one of the most eligible bachelors on the planet, sweetie. There are going to be some people who think little old Kurt Hummel isn't good enough for you."
He loved the sound of David's voice over the phone, that warm, intimate sound that made his whole body tingle. It also, unfortunately, stirred deeper emotions within him and he rolled over onto his stomach and ground his hardening prick into the mattress.
David chuckled, his voice softening as he purred: "I know for a fact there will be people who think the reverse – that I'm not good enough for the beautiful countertenor, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt pouted even though David couldn't see it and hurried to refute that idea. His voice lowering unconsciously, he said with a sigh: "They wouldn't say that if they could see the way you love me; the way you hold me and make love to me… No one can match that, David."
There was silence but for their heavy breathing and Kurt closed his eyes, wishing he could transport himself to where David was now so that the other man could do just that… make love to him.
Dave's breath hitched as Kurt's words floated across the thousands of miles and made his heart swell within his chest. He cleared his throat and asked softly, "Miss me?"
Kurt chuckled, his voice a little clogged and replied, "Like you wouldn't believe!" and laughed softly. "I definitely need to tell Rex that I'll be leaving at the end of this run in Milan. I can't wait to start our life together, sweetie."
"I feel the same way, too, babe. June can't come soon enough, believe me, and then I'll whisk you away and have you to myself for a long time before we resurface. How does that sound?"
Kurt's happy laugh echoed across the miles and for another twenty minutes the two men chatted about the plans they'd both thought up for the wedding and what they hoped to accomplish while they were separated. One thing Kurt wanted to check on and he finally remembered just as they were about to hang up.
"Oh, sweetie, do you think I could borrow Monica for a couple of days sometimes? I know I can vidchat with her but it just doesn't feel the same as doing it in person, you know what I mean?"
Dave did understand and he said as much. "It makes it all more personal if she's there with you, you mean. I think it's a great idea and I'm sure she wouldn't mind hanging out with you some of the times in beautiful Milan. I'll run it by her and she'll get in touch with you, okay?"
They took a few more minutes after that to say their farewells, Kurt assuring his lover he wasn't bored with having to go to bed so early. It was barely 10:30 in Milan while in Mumbai it was four and a half hours later.
"Sweetie, you know Rex is a serious taskmaster. We have to be at the theatre by 7 sharp each morning and then we break for lunch at 12 noon. After that we return and work until 7 each evening. He is such a perfectionist!"
Dave chuckled as he listened to Kurt's light voice ranting but he knew he appreciated the company's artistic director for his eye for detail and desire to make them do their very best. That was why they were such a success, garnering praise everywhere they performed and, especially, accolades for their famous countertenor and principal performer.
"Goodnight, sweetheart, don't work too hard," Kurt said now and then added teasingly: "and don't go eying those beauties there, okay? Puck is going to tell me everything!"
They blew kisses to each other after that and when Kurt finally settled down for the night, both his heart and mind were lighter, sleep stealing in to claim him quickly.
He hadn't bothered to tell David that Cooper was here; it wasn't a big deal and David didn't know the man. Cooper, though, was beginning to get on his last nerve but he was the brother of a good friend. While he was tempted to skewer him with his rapier wit, he had to refrain; he had to disabuse him of the notion that they could be anything more than acquaintances but do it respectfully.
He smirked to himself as he wondered how long his virtuousness would last. The first time Cooper set a finger out of line, all gloves would be off and he would let him have it full blast. Men like him didn't respond well to subtlety, Kurt knew from experience and once again he was thankful for the defense training he'd had the foresight to accept years earlier.
For some people, the "no means no" slogan was something to ignore but Kurt had a lot in his arsenal with which to back up his 'no'. He just hoped Cooper didn't force him to unleash them; he wouldn't want to have to explain to Blaine why his brother was maimed… or scarred, which would probably be worse for the vain and arrogant twit.
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KHDK
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Rex stared at his lead singer as the younger man talked, outlining his plans and private hopes, his eyes glowing as his hands flew about. The AD couldn't recall if he'd ever been that young or full of dreams but Kurt made him wish he could.
The singer had asked for a private meeting and then told him that he would not be returning to the company after their run ended in June. Rex, who wasn't completely surprised by that, had simply nodded and wished him belated congratulations on his upcoming nuptials. He'd laughed at the way Kurt had beamed and blushed, genuinely touched, apparently, by Rex's felicitations and told him that he and his partner would be guests, "so save the date!"
Then Kurt had had a special request to ask of him and now they hashed out the details, the singer explaining that David must never find out until the big reveal. Rex, wondering briefly as Kurt chatted on, pondered what kind of wedding present one would give a billionaire but shrugged; his long-time partner, Barry, would know, being the arbiter of all things tasteful that he was.
Finally, they got back to company business and discussions of Kurt's performance schedule and the singer was happy to find out it would not be as hectic as the London run. He'd had to inform Rex that Monica would be with him some of the time to help him plan the wedding, relaying his instructions to the wedding planner that she had yet to find.
Rising gracefully and thanking Rex once again for taking the time to meet with him, Kurt slipped out of the office, throwing a little wave to Rex's secretary as he left. She stared back at him in awe, a reaction he was still trying to get used to, and he headed downstairs to head back to his changing room.
The woman's reaction was pretty much how some of the younger, less sophisticated members of the troupe had reacted the first morning after he'd arrived. The news that he was staying in one of Milan's most expensive and luxurious old hotels didn't help either; their little diva had suddenly jumped all sorts of levels to where he now hobnobbed with billionaires. Kurt had shrugged and rolled his eyes the fifth time someone had asked if it were true that David owned half of England.
Kurt, a flare of mischief taking him over when that particular bit of gossip had been blurted by one of the assistants, had turned and looked at her, eyes narrowed, before replying: "Not quite half."
He'd resolutely ignored the tiny, choked sound that came from Julian but had joined Xavier in laughing when the assistant had blushed and stuttered, "sorry!" Kurt hadn't been offended; it was human nature to be curious about how the very wealthy lived and what they did. He'd been the same way when he was younger and it was only because of his exposure to the 'high life' that he became more blasé about it. He'd definitely been the wide-eyed ingénue when he'd started out but after becoming principal performer with a world-renowned theatre company, he'd had to grow up pretty damn quick.
Now he sauntered into his dressing room, nodding at Xavier who was still ensconced on his couch and moved towards the changing area. Barbara, the wardrobe mistress, was a bit of a diva herself when people disrespected her time and she had yet to finish alterations or repairs to his costume. He changed quickly and then sat to put just the minimum of Oberon's makeup on his face. She required the full look usually when she did costume adjustments so that she would get the full effect.
He studied himself in the mirror and finally pleased that he was ready, rose from the stool and called to Xavier. "I'll be with the wardrobe mistress, Xavier; could you check my phone if any calls come, please? Monica should be calling me sometime soon, I think."
Xavier had risen when Kurt moved to the door and now he asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to come with?"
Kurt, tempted to scoff at the overzealous agent, nodded but smiled his thanks. "I'll be with Barbara and though she's small, she's a fighter!" He knew he was mocking him a bit but seriously, who was going to attack him here? He watched as Xavier frowned slightly although he nodded anyway.
Xavier opened the door for Kurt and watched the singer glide through. It wasn't that he thought anyone would attack him; as far as he knew, the Smythe-Heffley woman was still locked up back in England and the theatre's security wouldn't allow strangers backstage anyway. No, it wasn't strangers or mad Englishwomen he was concerned about.
As he watched Kurt walk towards the wardrobe department, stepping carefully around the people working on the various backdrops and moving the weighty lighting cables, he thought of Cooper Anderson. That bastard was just the sort to use his position to try and manoeuvre the singer into some sleazy situation and Xavier had sworn that he wouldn't let that happen. Kurt didn't deserve someone like that hounding him and Xavier didn't care that Anderson was supposed to be the assistant artistic director. He was familiar with that sort and he would see to it that he didn't lay one finger on Kurt.
Now, with his mind on Anderson, he decided to follow Kurt at a discreet distance and, after a few minutes, was glad he did. Just as Kurt approached the door to the wardrobe mistress' domain, who should saunter up but the bastard himself, teeth gleaming and eyes sparkling. Xavier stepped back to watch the interaction, confident that the man wouldn't try anything with so many people scurrying about getting things ready for their opening night.
Kurt paused at the door to the wardrobe department and frowned slightly down at the hand Cooper had placed on his arm to detain him.
Cooper grinned, actually enjoying Kurt's feistiness and waited for those blue-green eyes to look back up at him before removing his hand. "So, Kurt, do you want to go sight-seeing later? I was thinking_"
Kurt cut him off as he straightened to his full height, which happened to be exactly the same as Cooper's but managed to look down his nose anyway. "I don't think so… in fact, I know I'll be busy." His voice was low but clear with an edge to it. This was diva Kurt but Cooper didn't know him well enough to recognize the signs of a storm building.
Cooper, confident of his own appeal, scoffed and then oozed some more charm. He took a step closer to the singer, trying for an air of intimacy that had Kurt's back stiffening up. "Come on, beautiful, what could you be busy with later?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow even as the ambient temperature fell a couple of degrees as he stepped back from the insistent idiot. "Oh, I can think of any number of things; for instance, planning my wedding!"
Cooper's smile dipped a bit before he rallied, his eyes hardening slightly at the rejection. "Somehow I think you probably have a team of wedding planners to do your bidding. After all, you are marrying a billionaire, aren't you?"
This time it was he who stepped back quickly as a thoroughly vicious expression appeared and disappeared so rapidly on Kurt's fair face he almost thought he'd imagined it. The singer's eyes were icy but his cheeks were flushed, his full lips tight in a straight line.
Kurt held onto his temper as he leaned slightly towards Cooper, all the better to make his words absolutely clear.
"Whether I have a team of wedding planners or not, is not any of your business. I say I will be busy and that is what I mean." He straightened up and took a step back, his hand dropping to the handle of the door. His face was once again serene, though, as he stared at Cooper's wide eyes. "You don't know me very well, Cooper; if we are to be friends, you will learn never to question me. Is that clear?"
Cooper nodded slowly, his earlier impression of Kurt being a sweet, delicate thing flying out the window. He dredged up a smile again, trying for a softer approach because, damn! Kurt was hot as fuck and he was more determined than ever to get the singer where he wanted him. He clearly had to rethink his strategy, though, and things as they were now called for a judicious retreat.
Raising his hands in the universal sign of appeasement, he chuckled and made himself seem harmless. "Okay, okay, I didn't mean to rile you. I just want to connect with you, tell you how things are going back home, that's all."
Kurt sniffed and looked him up and down before stepping inside and then closing the door firmly on Cooper's grinning face. He knew exactly what Mr. Cooper Anderson wanted; the nerve of the clown trying to treat him as if he'd just fallen off of a blasted turnip truck. He'd had better than Cooper Anderson and even if he hadn't had David in his life right now, he was and always had been a little wary of people who smiled too much.
There must have been a reason for the way Blaine had always acted so reserved around his older brother and although Kurt hadn't wanted to pry anything out of his friend, he was smart enough to take his cue from him.
Unknown to the diva who by now had transferred his attention to the surprisingly patient wardrobe mistress, Xavier had strolled up to Cooper outside the department door and stood there looking at the man, his face a neutral mask.
Cooper had been staring fixedly at the door, the words on it a blur as he planned how he was going to have Kurt purring for him. The singer was a tiger, definitely, but he was confident in his ability because no one as far as he knew had ever complained about his prowess in the bedroom. Huh, he thought, fiancé or no, once Kurt had had a taste of Cooper, he'd definitely forget about Karofsky.
He startled as he looked up to see the dark-skinned man, one of Kurt's bodyguards whom he had met the night before, watching him silently. They stared at each other and Cooper felt a little shudder go down his spine. He frowned at Xavier, looked him up and down disdainfully and turned to walk away. He'd only taken a few steps before the man called out to him.
"A smart man would know when to step off, mate." Xavier's voice was cool, almost disinterested. He continued as he realized Cooper was actually listening. "An even smarter man would realize when he's beaten before he's even begun."
Cooper spun around and glared at him, puffing up and trying to stare Xavier down. "Listen, you don't know me so I suggest you mind your own fucking business!"
Xavier took one, slow step forward, his head lowering slightly as his voice did and growled: "But, mate… this is my business."
Cooper, once again feeling wrong-footed, frowned at the man and without saying another word, spun around and stalked off.
Xavier watched him going towards the theatre's offices and relaxed a bit. This nutter was going to take a bit more effort to crack, he realized but for some reason, he felt that Kurt could handle himself. He chuckled now as he thought back to their body language as they'd stood talking by the door. Xavier hadn't been able to hear what was said but it certainly looked as if Kurt had had it under control.
It was clear to him now, as he waited for Kurt that Cooper Anderson was determined to become a problem. No worries; he and Julian were here to assist Kurt with any problem-solving needs that came up. He smiled, a vicious little thing, and realized he was almost looking forward to the fireworks. If it was one thing he'd come to understand it was this; don't underestimate the diva.
Kurt, the sweet generous man that he was, was also a bit of a balls-buster if ever there were one. Cooper Anderson just didn't know it yet but he would soon find out.
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TBC
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