Chapter 3: Tragedy in the Unknown
Disclaimer: Me think...no.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! This post goes to my friend Epsilon Indi, hope your b-day is a good one! (and I found that something fluffy without a cliffhanger makes a good present! ^_^)
A/N: I'm changing a few details, as always, and am taking Artistic License to make this story work. I hope you guys don't kill me for it. This chapter takes place during the episode: Turn of the Rogue
A/N2: This is where the plot really starts, so get ready for some angst and romance!
Jean jumped slightly as Kurt bamfed in front of her.
"Hey Jean, heard about the trip, sorry."
The red head smiled and ruffled the hologram covered boy's hair.
"That's fine. What are you guys doing?"
He grinned, "Movie night of course!"
She got a small smile on her face, "Of course."
"You want to join us? Evan's putting in the movie right now."
She shook her head and started towards the stairs, "Thanks Kurt, but I think I'm going to sit this one out."
He nodded in understanding, "Alright, but feel free to join us if you get lonely." He gave her a warm smile.
She nodded, "I'll do that. Now go enjoy your movie!" she commanded.
He laughed and ported away.
Kitty smiled at Kurt as he reappeared behind her on the back of the couch.
Evan rolled his eyes as Kurt's tail started swishing from side to side, "Can we start the movie now please?" he asked in an irritated tone.
Kurt chuckled and slid down to take his now regular seat beside Kitty.
"So, vhat are ve vatching?" he questioned.
Evan grinned, "Well, because Scott's not here to tell us it's too scary, I thought we'd watch what you would consider the best movie in existence."
Kurt perked up a grin slowly spreading across his face, "Please tell me you aren't pulling my tail."
Evan laughed, "Dude, I don't want you to kill me. There's no way I'm doing that."
"So..." Kurt prompted as Kitty got more and more anxious.
Evan flourished a DVD, "I give you, Rob Zombie's remake of Halloween!"
"Yes!" Kurt punched the air.
Evan laughed and started the movie, dropping onto the loveseat that he took over as his own.
Kitty swallowed, feeling her stomach flip with nerves and she wasted no time in shuffling closer to Kurt.
They barely got past the first fifteen minutes before Kitty started hiding her face in Kurt's shoulder again.
Kurt looked to her with concern, "Keety, if you don't like these movies, vhy don't you leave?"
She looked up to make eye contact with him, "Once I start a movie, I have to see how it ends, otherwise it just drives me insane, besides, if I left now, I would just have to watch it again later, and at least this way, I can watch it with you guys." She whispered without looking at the screen once even though she could hear screams and all those other patented horror movie sounds.
Kurt shook his head, but wrapped his arm around her like always; this was the way things happened.
Kitty focused on taking deep, calm breathes, so to avoid hyperventilating, Kurt's presence beside her was nice, but she couldn't plug her ears to the sounds from the speakers.
Nuzzling her face closer to his, she was interested to feel something through the fur on his neck.
As curious as her name hinted, she brushed her fingers over the skin in front of his ear. The skin beneath the fur was rough in texture, almost like a...
She blinked several times, what she was feeling was a scar, and a large one at that, but it was hidden by the fur on his face.
Kurt, being too preoccupied with the movie, wasn't alert enough to see Kitty's stunned face at her discovery.
Kitty, careful not to startle Kurt should he come out of his movie trance, traced the scar. It was fairly wide, almost like something had grazed over his skin, just missing his ear as she couldn't feel any scarring on it. It was only about a centimetre in width, but in length, it went from the back of his jaw, up to a few millimetres from his ear. Whatever had caused the old injury just missed partially deafening him by a hair's breath.
~That must have hurt like hell. ~
Somehow still ignoring the sounds from one of her least favourite films of all time, she tried to figure out what could've caused the scar. It couldn't have happened in a training session, it felt to well healed to be that new, so what could've happened?
With an annoyed sigh she set her head back on his shoulder, the mystery still leaving her irritated, but she doubted she'd find out unless she actually asked Kurt.
~Yeah, that should go over well. ~
Kitty stared at her ceiling, contemplating what that night's movie had brought.
Well first, was the absolute terror.
Second was the hyperventilating.
And third was that curious scar on Kurt.
She groaned and rolled over, flicking on her light for the tenth time in the last half hour.
~I am never going to get to sleep now. ~
She moaned into her pillow, she was exhausted, but scared that there was a monster under her bed. It was ridiculous.
Her shoulders slumped and she pushed herself up, wrapping a blanket around her as she went.
She really hated scary movies.
Turning off the light she scampered from the room into the, more or less, brighter hallway. She crept slowly down the hall, her footsteps nearly silent on the plush carpet.
There was a soft creak as the house settled, she knew it was the house, but it didn't stop her from jumping and tightening the blanket around her.
~Well, what now Pryde? ~
She bit her lip before running through her choices; she could go back to her room, curl up downstairs, or...
~No! Bad idea! Very bad idea! ~
But that didn't stop her from starting in the direction of his room.
~Idiot, idiot, idiot... ~ her mind yelled.
Taking a breath, she held up a fist to knock, before realizing her stupidity and phasing through the wood.
She looked around the room, she'd only been inside it once or twice, but thankfully, she could see the outline of pretty much the whole thing.
The French doors that led out to the balcony were closed, but the curtains were pulled away, letting the moon's white light spread over the desk, bookshelf and bed.
Kitty's gaze settled on the bed where a human looking lump was curled up under the covers. Gliding over to the bedside, she continued to bight her lip and nervousness was shown in every shaky step she took.
She was seriously contemplating running back to her room, but then a single golden eye opened, followed by the second.
"Keety?" a sleep clogged, softly accented voice spoke softly into the dark.
She bit her lip, "Hi."
~Hi? Great going girl. ~
Kurt blinked a few times before sitting up and stretching whilst yawning, his fangs flashing brilliantly in the moonlight.
"Everything okay Katzchen?" he questioned, focusing on her again.
Kitty wondered why he wasn't questioning her presence in his room, she would've thought that would be his first question, but no, he had to go and surprise her again and ask if she was alright. Would the shocks never cease?
She looked to the windows and Kurt cocked his head to the side before a look of understanding spread across his shadowed features.
"Can't sleep?" he guessed.
She looked to him again and nodded, "I just...can't do the scary movies like you."
He smiled, or at least, Kitty guessed he did, he was pretty much blending into the shadows after all. He shuffled up to sit against the headboard and scooted over to make more room.
He patted the free space and Kitty sat down beside him. His arm made its way around her shoulders and she relaxed slightly.
"Can I help?" she sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"I don't know...I don't even know why I came here."
Kurt smiled slightly and pulled her to his side, she was surprised to find he was sleeping shirtless, because she'd most certainly seen him wearing a shirt every Saturday morning when everyone spent most of the day in their pyjamas.
"Vell, you can stay here as long as you vant."
She smiled a little and curled close to him, "Thanks Fuzzy." She mumbled as exhaustion settled over her, causing her world to go into a haze.
Kurt smiled down at the girl and carefully pulled her down into a laying position beside him on the bed. She cuddled into his chest, wrapping an arm around him as their bodies fit together perfectly.
He smiled; it was nice having her trust him now.
He yawned and relaxed into the mattress, his head dipping down so whenever he breathed in, he caught a whiff of her mango shampoo and vanilla body wash.
He sighed softly, wrapping an arm around her and hugging her close. His usually traitorous tail wrapping itself around her waist, but in his sleep deprived state, he couldn't take the time to be worried about it.
With a final breath of the sweet scent of the girl curled up with him, he drifted back to sleep.
A/N: Sweet and fluffy, like marshmallows!