Suffice to say, Peggy Murphy was expeditiously accepted by this eclectic group. She honestly couldn't believe her luck. She'd only been at Xavier's school for a week and already she had a loyal, mad, ridiculous bunch of kids she was proud to call her friends.
Peggy had AP English with Jubilee; French with Jean; and she and Scott goofed off in PE together twice a week. Sadly, she didn't have a single class with Kurt, but Peggy made sure to make up for this in the free time they shared.
She loved spending time with him, they always had something to talk about and although he was quite shy at first, they'd been hanging out together regularly and he had completely come out of his shell. Peggy thought about Kurt a lot, actually. More than she cared to admit.
Peggy was sat in French class, staring straight ahead and pretending to listen intently. She was a good student, always had been. Although, recently she'd been distracted. While her teacher Mr. Harnell droned on about the subjunctive tense, Peggy let her mind wander.
She wasn't sure what it was about her new friend that enchanted her so, all she knew was that it was getting worse. Kurt was cute, like, really cute and he had this smile that made her heart somersault. But they were just friends, plain and simple. Peggy tried to convince herself that there was nothing significant about always wanting to be near him or the number of times she'd caught herself wondering if his lips were as kissable as they looked.
The bell suddenly rang, making Peggy jump. Jean frowned at her from the next desk and she felt her face grow hot. Peggy quickly packed away her things; they had a free period next and were meeting the rest of their friends in the library. She followed Jean out of the classroom, grabbing their homework from the front desk as they passed. Jean was just about to ask what had got her all wound up but someone else called Peggy's name before she could.
Hank McCoy was waiting for them outside the classroom. He wasn't her teacher, Peggy had only heard about him from her friends, so the fact that he knew her name surprised her.
"Margaret, it's nice to finally meet you."
He greeted her with a small smile. Peggy glanced nervously at Jean and was pleased to find her close by her side.
"I'm going to oversee your tests. Once we've established your abilities, we'll match you with a teacher who's best equipped to help you learn to control them," Hank explained, much to Peggy's relief.
She was worried there was a problem, that she was in trouble. She gave Hank a grateful smile, her whole body visibly relaxing. "That sounds grand, thank you. When will my… Lessons start?"
Hank smiled slightly as she hesitated for want of a better word. He twisted his mouth in thought and fiddled with the pile of books in his arms. From the middle of the stack, he pulled out a small black book.
Peggy waited patiently as he flipped through it, while Jean stepped from foot to foot. She wanted to get to the library and sit with her friends. Peggy noticed her looking over her shoulder and experimented with sending her a private message.
"You can go, if you want," she thought, trying to amplify her words and push them outward, hoping that Jean would catch them. She looked back and smiled apologetically, receiving her message loud and clear.
"It's okay, I'll wait. I'm just a fidget, sorry."
Peggy began to smile. Jean's powers would never stop being cool. Although, it was becoming more and more clear that some mutations came with a price. Jean hardly slept most nights because of her nightmares and hearing everyone's thoughts day in, day out must be exhausting. Jubilee seemed very at home with her powers while Scott was still mastering his. Kurt was getting stronger by the day, his confidence growing too.
Peggy smiled to herself. She wondered what he was doing right at that moment. Probably listening to Scott complain about something with the patience of a saint. Her smile grew but Jean elbowed her side gently. Hank was talking to her and she hadn't even noticed.
"You can actually come by later today after classes have finished." He looked at her expectantly over the top of his glasses. "Would that be okay?"
"Yeah! Yes, definitely," Peggy said quickly, not wanting him to know that she hadn't been paying attention. She smiled and thanked him again before the girls hurried towards the stairs.
Jean frowned at her curiously. "Are you okay?" she asked as they breathlessly scaled the winding staircase, skipping every other step to save time. "You've been really distracted today."
Though it was a little embarrassing that Jean had to ask such a question, it was a relief to know that she hadn't read her mind. Peggy knew that she tried to keep her powers quashed so she was thankful that Jean wasn't more worried. She'd never get over the humiliation if she found out she'd been distracted because of Kurt. Peggy didn't have a good explanation for her wandering thoughts, she couldn't even explain it to herself.
"I'm great!" She tried her best to sound reassuring and not out of breath. They reached the top of the stairs and Jean dropped the subject, much to Peggy's relief. She kicked herself for getting so distracted and tried to focus on not getting trampled by a rush of students heading in the opposite direction.
In the library, waiting for their friends to arrive, Jubilee, Scott and Kurt were diligently doing their homework. Well, Jubilee was doing her work, the boys were miserably staring at their notepads and wishing that their assignments would write themselves.
They hadn't been sat down for long but time was dragging its feet. Scott had his textbook open to the right page, his pen was brand new and he'd cracked his knuckles a dozen times but still, his page was blank.
Beside him, Kurt wasn't faring much better. He'd managed to answer a question or two but his heart wasn't in it. He kept getting distracted and had to berate himself at regular intervals.
After a few minutes of fruitless sitting, Scott decided to take matters into his own hands. Jubilee was sat on his right, at the head of their table. Her hand hadn't stopped moving since she put pen to paper.
"What're you writing about?" he asked, leaning right over to peek at her work.
Jubilee pursed her lips. Scott was a great guy but, man, was he annoying. She glanced down and saw that he was balancing on his chair. With a smirk, she flicked her fingers and sent a single, tiny spark of energy flying into the left chair leg.
Scott yelped as he veered suddenly. He would've fallen out of his seat completely if he hadn't flung out his arm and managed to grip the edge of the table. Once he knew he was safe and his heart was no longer in his mouth, he shot Jubilee a scathing glare, not that she could see it properly behind his glasses.
Jubilee and Kurt laughed at his expression and she apologised, though she didn't sound all that sorry.
"I have to compare the representation of romantic love in three pieces of literature," Jubilee explained, turning her attention back to her essay.
Scott raised his eyebrows at Kurt who had to stifle a laugh. Not wanting to get involved in another argument, he turned his attention back to the Spanish homework they were supposed to be doing together, his pen tracing circle after circle in his notebook as he struggled to understand what the question was asking him.
"Which ones?"
"Uh, 'Othello', 'Washington Square' and this Plath poem."
As she listed off the texts, Jubilee pointed to each one of the books lying on the table in front of her. Scott reached over and grabbed the closest of the three, ignoring her irritated sigh. He scanned the cover then flicked through the pages, gauging the tone of 'Washington Square' from the few words he was able to catch sight of. He finished thumbing through it and glanced at the back cover before snorting and handing the book back to Jubilee.
"Sounds riveting."
Jubilee snatched the book back, shooting Scott a dark look. "I know you're being sarcastic but it's actually pretty interesting." She carefully placed 'Washington Square' down next to her other books, making sure that Scott hadn't damaged it in any way. She wouldn't usually care so much but Professor Nnebuogor was very protective of her books and wasn't shy about giving out detentions.
Scott scoffed as he watched her suspiciously inspect the book then wipe the cover with her sleeve, as if trying to erase any evidence of him touching it.
Jubilee glanced at Kurt, hoping for back-up, but his eyes were down. He'd doodled all over the front page of his notebook and his spare pen was tucked firmly between his gritted teeth, clear indicators of someone struggling with homework.
"What're you doing?" Jubilee asked the boys, hoping to draw the attention away from her books in case Scott took another one.
Beside her, Scott groaned dramatically and patted the textbook that sat beside his abandoned notepad.
"Spanish," he grumbled, narrowing his eyes at the blank page in front of him.
Jubilee suppressed a smile at his aggravated tone. She knew if she antagonised him, he'd never get any work done and she'd suffer for it. Although, she supposed, she could have a little fun.
"¿Y? ¿Cómo estás?"
Scott allowed himself a smile but his irritation soon took over again. "Not very bueno at the moment," he muttered, glancing at Kurt to see if the feeling was mutual. It was infinitely reassuring to see his friend looked just as baffled as he felt.
Kurt finally stopped mindlessly doodling circles on his book and let out a weary sigh. "I thought English was tricky. This is ridiculous."
There was silence again for a little while. Well, as silent as a library could be in a school for mutant teenagers. At one point, a kid called Roger flew over their heads, quickly followed by Carla, a girl with fire in her hands. She was screaming at him to give her satchel back but Roger kept darting around the room, clearly fearing for his life.
The trio ignored them, they were used to this sort of thing by now. Fights were commonplace, it was only when mutations were utilised that one had to be wary. After things had calmed down a little, Kurt leaned over to look at Scott's work. He had answered a few of the questions, better than none at all.
"Have you done question six yet?"
Scott's head shot up. His mouth fell open and Kurt knew that his eyes were like saucers behind his glasses.
"There are six?" Scott had just finished question four and was feeling rather proud of himself. He'd almost filled a page with his paragraphs, a definite improvement on the half-hearted work he usually handed in.
He grabbed the sheet in front of him and held it up close to his face, then he flipped it over and saw the four other questions he didn't know were there. Scott swore so loudly that the librarian looked up from her desk.
"Mein Gott." Kurt let his head fall forward onto the desk in defeat with a small 'thunk'.
Scott would have laughed if he weren't so miserable. He looked round at Jubilee, who was still meticulously working on her essay. He could see a hint of a smile on her lips, she was enjoying listening to him and Kurt suffer. He was about to call her out on it when he saw a flash of red hair over her shoulder. Jean was coming their way, accompanied by Peggy.
"Hey, guys!"
The librarian, Mrs. Donoghue, raised her head and shushed Jean immediately, her sharp eyes boring holes in the side of her head. She pulled a face and mouthed an apology but the librarian simply scoffed and turned back to her book.
One would think it would be comforting that most aspects of Xavier's institute were no different from regular schools, but Jean really didn't miss the cranky librarian at her old high school and Mrs. Donoghue could've been her twin.
Scott grinned. Jean rarely got in trouble so it was always funny when it did happen.
"Hi!" Peggy added, though in a much quieter voice.
Kurt's head shot off the table when he realised who had joined them. His worksheet stuck to his forehead and Scott quickly whipped it away, much to the amusement of the girls. They began to laugh but were quickly silenced with another icy glare from Mrs. Donoghue. Scott rolled his eyes at the mean, old lady but didn't dare argue with her.
"Let me guess, math?" Jean grinned, putting two fingers to her temple and pretending to read their minds. She didn't need to use her abilities, the miserable expressions on the boys' faces were evidence enough.
Peggy smiled brightly at Kurt and mouthed 'hello' to him. He tried his best to smile back but he was still embarrassed about his work getting stuck to his face.
"Español." Scott resisted the urge to take off his glasses and destroy the blasted work in front of him. The only thing stopping him was that he'd probably blow a hole through the table and then he'd have the wrath of Mrs. Donoghue to deal with as well as his Spanish teacher.
Peggy raised her eyebrows and slid his worksheet across the desk so that she could take a look.
"Ah, ¿tienes deberes difíciles?" she said, mostly just to annoy Scott.
Kurt was quite pleased to hear her speaking Spanish, perhaps she could help them with their homework. Scott, however, was less than amused.
"Are there any languages you don't speak?" he grumbled, sliding his paper back across the desk.
Peggy dropped her heavy bag onto the table with a loud thud but she didn't bother looking around to see if she'd disturbed the librarian. "Non, pardon."
Kurt began to laugh but Scott silenced him with a betrayed look.
Peggy shrugged as she started to root around in her bag, pulling out her own textbook and notepad. "Well, there are a few I've yet to master but the day is young."
"How come you're so good at it?" Scott couldn't help being jealous. He was close to flunking Spanish and he was adamant it was because Professor Rosario had it in for him, and not because of his meagre work ethic. She'd already sat him across the class from this seriously hot girl he was trying to get to know, it honestly couldn't get any worse.
Peggy shrugged again as she opened up her textbook. She wanted to finish the homework Mr. Harnell had just given them quickly. It was due tomorrow and she wouldn't have much time to do it later now that she had a training session with Doctor McCoy.
"Well, I'm smart, Scott. So there's that." Peggy grinned when she heard him scoff. "Plus all this mutant lark helps immensely." She spoke quietly, the majority of her attention was on her homework which she was already tearing through.
Peggy's mutation allowed her to mimic anything she heard, from car horns to Beethoven's Fifth, so her memory was immaculate. Learning languages came to her as easily as breathing. She was very grateful, but sometimes she wished it helped with her other subjects as well where her grades weren't nearly as impressive.
"Could you do my homework for me?"
Peggy looked up at Scott to find him grinning at her. She rested her elbow on the table and propped her chin up on the heel of her palm.
"No. That's Spanish for no."
Scott decided to quit while he was ahead. Again, Kurt smiled and again, Scott gave him a look. Peggy watched him try to straighten out his expression with some difficulty. Kurt noticed, and sent her a small, secret smile meant just for her. Peggy looked down at her work but he could see her cheeks beginning to redden beneath her freckles. Kurt felt very pleased with himself indeed. His friends teased him about his inexperience but maybe he wasn't doing too badly after all.
Peggy looked up at him after a minute, her blush gone now. "Haven't you got a Chemistry test today?"
Her question surprised him. Kurt tried to recall why she knew about his upcoming test, it was certainly an odd thing to remember. He realised he'd mentioned it in passing a couple of days ago. He was worried, Chemistry wasn't his strong suit and he had so much on his plate, it was hard to find time to study. He'd merely been thinking out loud, Kurt couldn't believe that she'd remember something so insignificant.
"Uh, yes. Yes," he stuttered after a stunned pause. He smiled bashfully down at his homework, cursing his tied tongue. "But I have to finish my homework before I can study."
Peggy looked thoughtful for a moment then she began to put away her things. Her textbook and notepad she slipped back into her satchel, her French dictionary and pencil case joining them. Then she slid her bag off the table and hooked it over her chair.
Kurt watched the way she moved with blatant fascination. She was so purposeful, she didn't falter or fidget, every movement she made was precise and decisive.
Once Peggy had packed away her things, she reached behind her head and twisted her hair up into a loose bun, her amber eyes bright and attentive.
"Here."
She reached across the table and picked up his notepad between long slender fingers. He noticed that her nails were the same bright yellow as Jubilee's jacket before he realised what she'd done. Peggy also took his pen from his hand and he let her, waiting to see what she was going to do. She ran her eyes down the page of questions he had to answer then got to work. Scott made an affronted sound but Kurt spoke up before he could.
"That's kind of you but you don't have to do this," he told her quietly, moving to retrieve his textbook. Peggy gently placed her free hand on top of his before he could take it from her. He almost jumped at the contact. It was the first time they'd properly touched. Her hand was smaller than his and he began to grow self-conscious when he realised her fingers ran along the length of one of his own. His hands looked so large and alien compared to hers, the sight made him internally cringe but Peggy didn't care at all. In fact, she was trying not to blush herself.
"I want to," she reassured him with a soft smile. Peggy could get his homework done in no time at all. She wanted Kurt to do well and she had the time and the means, why shouldn't she help? Peggy could feel Jean taking a glimpse into her mind but she tried to shut her out. She knew she was looking for the motive behind her charity, which was, of course, the fact that Kurt was her friend. Just a friend. Nothing more. Not even a little bit.
"What? You'll do his homework but not mine?" Scott cried, his words getting gradually quieter as he remembered they were in the library. Jean shot him a 'leave it alone' look but Scott ignored her.
"Kurt has a test." Peggy didn't look up from the work in front of her. Kurt had almost finished anyway, six out of eight questions completed. All she would do was answer the final two then check over what he'd already written, just in case. "And he was polite," she added, glancing at Kurt only briefly to give him a sly wink.
Kurt smiled down at the desk, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing a mile a minute. Beside him, Scott grumbled under his breath and sat back in his chair. He wasn't really angry and they all knew it, they'd just let him sulk for now. Kurt watched Peggy write for a moment, memorising her intent expression and the concise, non-stop movement of her hand.
"Du tust ihm das absichtlich an, ja?" he asked her softly, nodding towards Scott.
Peggy glanced up, her gaze followed his gesture. It took her a moment to remember her German whilst she was in the middle of a paragraph about gentrification in Spanish, but once she'd translated what he'd asked her, she smiled wolfishly.
"Vielleicht." She slowly drew out the word, tilting her head to one side.
Kurt lowered his gaze. He knew if he could blush, he'd be red as a tomato. For once, he was grateful for his ink blue skin. Little did he know he'd actually gone a funny shade of lavender and all his friends could see it, including Peggy.
"Thank you," he said after a moment. Peggy shrugged as if it was nothing and returned her gaze to her work.
"It's no problem. Just make sure you get a good grade on your Chemistry."
Kurt nodded hurriedly and gathered his textbook from his rucksack. "Ja, I will." He promised, then in a sudden moment of either absolute bravery or stupidity, he added. "Thanks to you."
Peggy stopped writing in the middle of a word. She knew if she looked up she'd be in all kinds of trouble but the temptation was just too sweet. She raised her head and saw that Kurt was smiling at her warmly. She allowed herself a moment to marvel at the colour and cordiality of his eyes before she looked away again, biting back a grin.
Scott looked between the pair with mild annoyance. When he noticed Kurt's tail happily swishing from side to side, he let out a deep, exasperated sigh. "God, get a room."
Kurt looked quite confused, he didn't understand what he was implying but Peggy certainly did. She cleared her throat awkwardly and gave Scott a dark look.
"Cállate y haz tus deberes," she muttered, making Scott chuckle. Teasing his friends would never get old, especially when they made it so easy.
They finished their free hour without incident and by the time the bell rang for lunch, Scott had actually finished his homework. He and Jubilee started a friendly argument that ended with a bet to see who could make it to lunch fastest. They took off down the corridor with little to no concern for the other students. Jean thought it best to referee and sped after them, apologising to anyone they disturbed as she went.
Peggy laughed at their antics but soon sobered when she realised she'd been left alone with Kurt. Another first. He was laughing too as he watched Jubilee trip Scott then rocket past him to the stairs. He looked back at her, still chuckling and she summoned a smile in return.
They followed the trail their friends had blazed, though at a much slower pace. The realisation that this was their first time alone together hung heavily over their heads though they didn't have the courage to mention it. In fact, neither of them said a word until they reached the stairwell. That was when Peggy decided she'd had enough.
She was not generally a quiet person and she liked Kurt very much, she was determined not to be left dithering whenever they happened to be left alone together. She cleared her throat and Kurt glanced her way. Peggy fiddled with the strap of her satchel whilst she screwed her courage to the sticking place.
"Kurt, I wanted to ask you..." she began, choosing her words with care. Peggy knew she had his attention but she dared not look at him for fear that she'd turn bright red, or trip down the stairs, or something equally embarrassing. "Can you come with me to my first session with Hank?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows, he hadn't been expecting that. "You want me to come?"
They reached the bottom of the stairs and Peggy decided it was safe to risk looking at him. "Well, Jubilee was going to but she has this big project due tomorrow." Peggy didn't know why she lied, there was no need to, but she felt so awkward asking him, it just slipped out.
She looked down at the ground again and pulled her hair out of its bun, just for something to do with her hands which were awkwardly floundering by her sides.
Kurt watched her curly, dark hair bounce around her shoulders as she walked, trying not to think about what it might be like to run his fingers through it.
"I thought it might be fun. Plus, it's an excuse to hang out." Peggy smiled shyly as they finally arrived at the cafeteria.
The large room was buzzing with activity, a welcome distraction from how mortified she felt. She spotted her friends near the head of the line and wondered who had won the bet. Peggy realised Kurt still hadn't responded and felt her heart start to flutter in panic.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," she said quickly, just in case she'd misjudged the whole situation and he secretly hated her or something. Had he always been so tall? How had she not noticed? He was almost a head taller than her, his narrow shoulders meeting her chin. Peggy traced the line of his bright red jacket and noticed that she could just about see his collarbone over the top of his dark shirt.
"Nein! I'd love to."
She jumped and snapped her eyes up to meet his. Kurt was smiling at her so sweetly it almost made her feel guilty about her wandering gaze. Peggy forced a smile in response, pretending that she hadn't been gawking at him.
"Alright, then," she said brightly. "My session is after classes have finished. Shall I meet you in the front hall?"
"Ja, okay. I'll see you then."
They shared a conspiratorial smile. Their silence was no longer awkward but comfortable. Peggy wished she could tell him that he wasn't her second choice, that she wanted him to come with her because she trusted him above everyone else. But she wasn't brave enough. Not yet.
Scott joined them with a tray full of food. He didn't seem to notice that he'd interrupted anything, he was too busy revelling in his victory. He narrowly beat Jubilee to the lunch queue and although he'd received a severe telling off from Professor Xavier himself (who happened to witness the whole thing) Scott was on cloud nine.
Peggy made her goodbyes and went to join the back of the queue but not before sending Kurt one last ridiculously attractive smile. Kurt tried his best to emulate it but he knew he must have looked a little dumbstruck.
"What was that about?" Scott frowned when he realised he'd barged in on something important.
"Peggy asked me to go to her training session with her." Kurt shrugged him off, playing it cool when really it was all he could do to stop himself swinging from the rafters.
Scott raised his eyebrows, clearly he didn't need any more information than that to find something to tease him about.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes?" Kurt didn't understand what Scott could have possibly inferred from the situation. Then he matched the meaningful look on his face with the mischievous lilt in his tone. "No, Scott, no."
"I didn't say anything!" His friend protested, throwing his free hand in the air as if surrendering. His knowing grin negated any sense of innocence.
"You said many things with your face," Kurt muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Scott laughed at that but he wasn't done teasing him yet. A gaggle of younger kids passed by them and he almost dropped his tray. Grumbling under his breath, Scott nodded for Kurt to follow him and guided him over to the side of the cafeteria.
"I just think it's nice that she'd invite you specifically and no one else," he said innocently once he was sure they were out of the way.
Kurt's eyes widened and he gestured for him to lower his voice. Scott gave him a dubious look. No one was around to hear them talking and the clamour in the cafeteria all but drowned him out anyway, but he looked over his shoulder at Peggy to make sure she was out of earshot. He loved to taunt Kurt but he'd never do it front of her. Well, he would, but not right now.
"Peggy said Jubilee was going to come but she has a big project due tomorrow," Kurt explained quickly, although he wasn't sure why he was on the defensive. He liked Peggy a lot, he didn't need to justify spending time with her. He just didn't like that Scott could read him so well. Was he really so obvious? To his surprise, Scott shook his head.
"No, she doesn't," he said, confused. "We're going to the mall later. We're going to see 'Temple of Doom', remember? Well, obviously not because you've got a date with Peggy now."
Kurt ignored his little good-natured jibe. "You're right, I forgot." His friends intended on sneaking out to the mall that evening to watch the new Indiana Jones movie. He was supposed to cover for them if any teachers got suspicious. "Why would she lie? She could have just asked me," he murmured, almost to himself.
Scott nodded quickly, beginning to grow excited. Usually food was his number one priority but Kurt needed help with a girl and that topped everything. Well, Kurt hadn't asked for any help but he hadn't explicitly said that he didn't want it, so Scott had taken it upon himself to be his teacher.
"Which means..?" he pressed, gesturing for Kurt to finish the sentence. He stared back at him blankly, completely lost. Scott let out a loud groan making half the cafeteria look their way. "God, Kurt, c'mon, you're killing me!"
Kurt looked around them fearfully at all the stares they were getting.
"Peggy wanted to invite you but she was embarrassed," Scott explained slowly and carefully, making sure that he understood.
Kurt gave a derisive snort. Now Scott was just being stupid. "Why would she be embarrassed?" He shook his head incredulously. It made no sense to him. What possible reason could Peggy have to be embarrassed around him?
Scott sighed deeply and hooked an apple off his tray. He took a huge bite before explaining what he meant. "Well, not embarrassed, more like shy," he said thoughtfully, not seeming to care that he was talking with his mouth full. Kurt pulled a face as he chomped on his apple again.
Scott reached out and lightly punched his shoulder. "She likes you, man!"
Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head before he started to walk away. "I'm going to miss lunch."
Scott didn't bother chasing after him, he still had a tray of food to get through and Jubilee and Jean were waiting at a table across the room. He grinned at Kurt's retreating form, feeling quite proud of himself.
"Don't believe me? I could always ask Jean to take a little look-see." he called after him, tapping the side of his head for emphasis.
Kurt looked back over his shoulder and rolled his eyes again. "Leave it alone, Scott." He shot back but his friend merely laughed.
"Okay, okay but I tried to help."
Kurt shook his head in despair and joined the back of the waning queue. While he got his lunch, he tried to shake Scott's words but it was no use. Peggy knew that the others were planning on going to the movies tonight, she'd regretfully turned down her invitation to focus on her piles of homework.
Why did Peggy make up an excuse, why didn't she just invite him? Unless she truly was shy. The thought was frankly ridiculous. Peggy was beautiful and charming and way, way out of his league. What reason could she possibly have to feel shy around him?
Kurt tried not to think about it too much and focused on his lunch. Maybe he'd ask her about it later. He smiled when he realised that he and Peggy would be alone together again. He thought of nothing else for the rest of the day.
1. You're doing this on purpose, yes?
2. Maybe.