A/N - I've rewritten this countless times, and I'm still not quite satisfied with it. But if I wait to post it any longer, the new film will be out of theaters. So here it goes...

Disclaimer: I don't own Unbreakable, Split, or Glass.


Miss Patricia didn't like Casey. Even though she listened.

But she didn't like the other girls either. And they never listened.

Especially that dark-haired girl.

Mr. Dennis liked her.

He thought she was pretty.

Or at least, that's what Miss Patricia told him, after Mr. Dennis got in trouble for trying to dance with her.

Hedwig felt bad for Mr. Dennis.

He was lonely.

He didn't have any girl to dance with.

Or to kiss.

Miss Patricia always said that Dennis got in trouble so much for wanting to kiss girls.

But what was wrong with wanting a kiss?

Hedwig thought that Miss Patricia was too hard on Mr. Dennis.

She was always yelling at him, and telling him what to do.

But it seemed so stupid to Hedwig.

Mr. Dennis didn't have to listen to her.

He was much bigger than she was.

And no one ever dared challenge him before.

But Mr. Dennis told Hedwig that he had to listen to Miss Patricia.

She knew about The Beast, he said. And how to keep them safe from him.

That meant Mr. Dennis cared about Hedwig.

And that made him happy.

He knew that Mr. Dennis always looked out for the group.

But him telling Hedwig that he was looking out for him personally? That made him want to repay him.

So Hedwig had a plan.

A great idea for a surprise.

While Miss Patricia was away, working on her plan for meeting The Beast with Mr. Dennis, Hedwig would swipe the keys to the girls' rooms, and get a kiss from the dark-haired girl.

And then, when the dark-haired girl was kissing him, he'd give The Light to Mr. Dennis, and let him kiss her, just like he wanted!

It was perfect!

Mr. Dennis would love it.

Then Hedwig remembered;

She was in trouble.

Miss Patricia would be mad enough if Hedwig stole the keys and let Mr. Dennis kiss one of them.

But she'd be madder still if she knew that he talked to and kissed one of the girls that were in trouble.

And two of the three being in trouble, that only left the girl with a lot of shirts.

The one that Mr. Dennis talked about.

She wasn't the prettiest, Mr. Dennis had said.

But she was a lot nicer, and easier to talk to.

And Mr. Dennis said that she was a real good listener.

Whatever that meant.

How could someone be bad at listening anyway? Hedwig wondered.

You either heard or you didn't. You didn't "half-hear".

Or at least he didn't.

So when Hedwig swiped the keys from Mr. Dennis' office, he headed to the Girl With A Lot of Shirts first.

Mr. Dennis liked to talk to her.

So why wouldn't he like kissing her too?


"Can I kiss you?" Hedwig inquired after a while, unknowingly being completely tactless in the process.

Casey paused, her brows scrunching up ever so slightly as she seemed to think it over.

This caused Hedwig to fidget.

He couldn't help it.

She had to let him kiss her.

She just had to.

It was his surprise for Mr. Dennis.

"I wanted to kiss the other girl with the dark hair," Hedwig continued. "But she's in trouble," he pouted, hoping she'd give in to his cuteness.

Casey blinked rapidly, perhaps trying to be immune to such a strategy.

Hedwig looked away in embarrassment.

"So you want to?" he asked impatiently, turning his head back towards her. "I mean, I don't know much about kissing though..." he admitted, heat rushing back to his cheeks.

"-Yeah." She told him quickly, her mind made up.

Yay! Mr. Dennis would get his kiss!

Hedwig smiled at her acceptance, and gave a short, nervous laugh at his small victory.

"Okay, uh..." he shifted around on Casey's cot uncomfortably, trying to decide the best position to get in before locking lips with her.

Would it be better if he leaned in from the right side, or the left?

And would it matter either way?

Maybe he should lean in from the middle?

He couldn't remember all of the advice that Jade had given him that one time he asked her about kissing.

She was about the only one in the group of alters that would bother to tell him anything.

And whenever she did it was unfiltered.

Miss Patricia hated it when he talked to her.

That's why he wasn't allowed to anymore.

He didn't really like Jade, anyway.

She cursed a lot.

Hedwig was getting too nervous.

He had always wondered what it felt like to kiss a girl.

And now - for a few seconds - he'd find out.

He couldn't stay in The Light too long, though, otherwise Mr. Dennis would miss it.

And he was the main reason he was even doing this, after all.

"Okay, here we go..."

He quickly whispered Jade's instructions to himself - lean in, tilt head, part lips, keep eyes closed (or was it open?) - then began his countdown for the kiss.

Partly to prepare himself, and partly to prepare Casey. Even though she was undoubtedly more experienced with things like this than he was, he figured it'd be best to give her a warning.

What if he was awful at it?

Well...hopefully Mr. Dennis would take over before then. He knew how to kiss.

"One..."

He leaned in tentatively, awkwardly.

His palms were getting sweaty.

"Two..."

He briefly wondered if this wasn't such a good idea after all, and that Mr. Dennis would be mad at him for it.

"Three..."

He tilted his head back - way back - and looked as if he were looking at the ceiling and not receiving a kiss.

His eyes couldn't settle on whether to look into hers or stay shut.

Then he remembered what Jade had told him, and finally settled on closing them.

After a few seconds, Hedwig decided it was time to get Mr. Dennis, and let him take The Light.

So he quickly retreated from it and went back into his chair in the waiting room, and eagerly pulled Dennis into it.

And that's when the kiss changed.

What started out as a tentative child-like 'peck' to the lips, soon turned into a fully-formed, strong kiss.

Casey quickly felt Hedwig's face shift beneath her lips, as he was swiftly replaced with an older, more mature alter; Dennis.

And as soon as his mind registered what was going on - and with whom - he was momentarily lost in a euphoric state. His eyes closed and reveling in the feeling, he put his hands on Casey's face and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

He wanted nothing more than to have every part of her, but he knew in his heart it wasn't right.

After a full ten seconds, Dennis caught a hold of himself finally, and released her - shoved, more like - from him.

Both individuals turned away and gasped for air.

"I'm sorry," Dennis cradled his head in his hand. "I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry,"

"It's okay," Casey assured him, although she seemed pretty taken aback from it herself.

Her eyes like an innocent doe that had been snared in a trap.

Though she somehow managed to keep her calm.

Dennis shook his head and pulled out a pair of glasses from Hedwig's tracksuit he was wearing.

Surprisingly, they were his, and he swiftly put them on, sliding them up the bridge of his nose with his forefinger.

"It's not. Patricia'll have my head for this." He bowed his head down, disgusted over his lack of self-control.

"You don't have to tell her," Casey suggested.

He tilted his head at her, as if expecting her to be the problem.

"You won't?"

Casey shook her head.

"No, I won't tell her."

Dennis gave a long sigh.

Then relented.

Casey would keep her word.

She was a good girl. Always stayed in line.

He never had any problems with her like the other two.

"I have to go," he told her, zipping up Hedwig's tracksuit since he couldn't fiddle with the buttons on his usual attire; a tank and neatly pressed gray button-up shirt. "I have an appointment. I have to get ready for the ritual."

He got up from the cot, and slowly made to leave the room, stopping when he reached the door.

He sighed again.

"Uh...would you mind if..."