Warning: Extreme sexual themes/hotness in this chapter. Yes, even more-so than the last.
Chapter 2
"Partyville, here we come!" The bodacious blonde yelled, leaning out the window as she revved the jeep downtown. "Tabitha, aren't you driving a little.. fast?" Kurt said nervously, clutching the side of the car. "This thing doesn't have seat belts!" The wind ruffled his hidden fur. His inducer showed the same old clothes he wore every day, but when the bumpy ride threw him against the boy in the seat beside him, the contact was for the most part, skin on fur. Kurt let out a mental sigh, mourning the fact that he hadn't had time to program the inducer to mirror his party clothes, which he had spent a long time choosing.
Partly terrified that the crazy girl was going to run them off the road, and partly getting hyped up on the feel of soft fur touching his arm, Todd gave a nervous grin.
"Does Lance even know you took the jeep yo?"
He gave a shiver, normally he would be fine with the slight chill in the air, but tonight he had abandoned his normal clothes for something a bit more...stylish/rave appropriate/ revealing. A black tank-top (stolen from deep in the bowels of Lances closet, most likely last worn years ago considering it felt tight even on the younger Brotherhood member), dark denim jeans (Taken from some store most likely), and a whole bunch of glowstick bracelets shoved up past his normal wristlets (Who knows where those came from).
Todd suddenly regretted letting Boom-Boom choose his outfit, not having sleeves felt...wrong.
Tabitha swerved violently down a side street, grazing a mailbox. "Nope! But he won't care, I'm sure!" Kurt gave a nervous glance at the long scratch down the side of the car.
"So, ahh, where are ve going?" He half-yelled over the traffic whooshing by. "You said there vas a hot party-" he was cut off abrubtly by the car screetching to a halt. Tabitha yanked the keys out of the ignition and jumped out of the jeep, coming around to Kurt's side. "Only the hottest in town!" The three walked a little ways down the darkened street, and peeked around the corner.
'Planet Out' was written in a bright neon sign above a closed door. Posters plastered on the dirty walls showed pictures of various men and women, skankin' it up. From where they stood a good feet away, they could hear the pulsing music from inside. Kurt's heart started to beat a lot faster. "T-tabitha... isn't Planet Out... a gay nightclub?" His eyes widened, and he glanced back at Todd, frightful.
Todd's eyes widened and he gave Boom-Boom a glare.
"Hey yo, what are yah tryin' tah pull?"
Tabitha grinned. "Boys, boys, I've seen the way you two look at each other! Believe me, no one in Bayville has as good a gaydar as I've got!" Glancing from face to face, she realized something. Reaching down quickly, she grabbed Kurt's inducer. "You won't be needin' this tonight, wild-blue-yonder-boy! On rave night, glowing eyes and body paint are normal!" She winked, and shoved the watch into her pocket.
Kurt was initially surprised, then happy. Tabitha was right-weird outfits and colored skin would be normal at a rave... and under dark blacklights, no one would be able to tell if they brushed against someone's fuzzy legwarmers... or a fuzzy leg. The wind whooshed around the corner, ruffling the bare fur on his back. The outfit he had chosen were a pair of long, dark-wash jeans that were tight at the top and flared out to accommodate his feet. He had borrowed a shirt from Kitty (without asking, but she never wore it anyway) for the night, a pale-blue, slightly metallic halter-top turtleneck. He thought he looked a little gay, but he hadn't planned on anyone seeing him with this outfit on... except for Todd. "Vell, let's go in, shall we?" He grabbed Todd's hand.
Blood rushing to both his face and...Lower area's, Todd felt woozy. Kurt was very, very, (insert several more verys) hot in that outfit. He let himself be pulled into the club.
Colored lights flashed on and off, a throbbing beat that the music caused seemed to shake the floor. Couples, groups, and even a few drifting lone wolves all danced to the pulse of the music. On the side there were places to grab drinks, but the floor was mostly dominated by dancers.
Suddenly feeling very eager to get into the fray, Todd sped up, no longer being dragged but instead pulling Kurt into it.
"Let's dance, Fuzzball!"
Kurt let himself be pulled into the pulsing wave of sweaty bodies. The throbbing techno beat surged in his ears. He wasn't sure exactly what to do, but he was a quick study, especially when it came to physical things. Soon, he was getting into the music, swishing his hips to the beat. He let his tail hang low, like an accessory, moving rhythmically with the rest of him.
Letting go of Kurt's hand, Todd began to follow the beat himself. Head swishing and hips moving to match the beat. His hands moved to follow the rest of the music, moving above his head and back down when the music slowed.
He let his eyes wander back to Kurt, who was gracefully swaying with the music.
Suddenly having the intense urge get closer the other boy, he moved forward, a wide grin on his face.
Pivoting mid-hip swing, he stood right next to the taller boy, and playfully bumped his hip with Kurt's.
Kurt laughed, and bumped Todd back. Just then, a very large man pushed through the crowd of dancers. Kurt was almost shoved over, his whole body thrown against the younger boy. Seeing the couples around him, Kurt's mouth twisted up into a lusty grin. He grabbed Todd's hips and started dancing more intensely, front to front. Those clothes really suited his boyfriend... The pale shoulders and thin arms... leading down to those large, sensuous hands... All the feelings that had been welling up inside Kurt earlier that day were returning in a rush.
For a second Todd was miffed at the man who had bumped into his date; but at the sensation of the other boy pressed fully against him, he decided that he wished the man only the best in life.
Then Kurt suddenly became, well, forward. And hell if Todd didn't love it.
Kurt was finally letting loose, no disguise, no hiding, just the two of them in a dance club with a really good techno song playing.
Placing his hands up on Kurt's shoulders, he swayed to the rhythm with the other mutant. Had the song been slower, it would have felt a little like a ballroom dance; but the song was fast and pulsating. Grinning at Kurt, Todd pressed himself hard against him.
"Havin' fun Fuzzbutt?"
Kurt leaned over, thrusting up against Todd some more. He growled into Todd's neck. "Yes..." It felt so right, their warm bodies up against each other. Over Todd's shoulder, Kurt saw Tabitha dancing with a bunch of girls, and grinned. no vonder she has gaydar... The song changed, a rap song overlayed on a thumping techno beat. More people joined the dance floor, pushing the boys closer together.
Todd gave a gasp at Kurt sudden thrust, which had collided both of their groins together. People were crowding around them, pressing them against eachother and increasing the tempurature. For Todd, it felt like he was on a high. Thoughts jumbled up in his head, and the only thing that mattered was him and Kurt feeling good.
Sounding out a growl of his own, he tried to repeat the contact that had happened moments ago, thrusting his hips forward into the other boy.
FUCK that felt good! Kurt kissed Todd's neck, every now and then stopping to suck on the smooth skin. He knew he was being agressive, but when there was something he wanted, he went after it with real temerity... And right now, there was nothing in the world he wanted more than Todd. He hardly realized that they had been pushed to the outer edge of the dancers, to the area near a wall, until he felt Todd's body come to a stop against it. He slid his hands up to Todd's thin chest, bringing kisses and bites down his neck to his collarbone.
Feeling a warm flat surface hit his back, Todd's head started to clear a bit, though the kisses and gentle bites coming down on him still kept a haze around most areas of thought.
Part of Todd's brain was trying to remind him that he was easily marred and bruised, so with Kurt biting and sucking him like this, the marks would be visible for days; and reminded him that he lived with Pietro, who would both notice and question them.
The other part of his brain was screaming to find somewhere to go where his and Kurt's clothes could come off.
"G-god, Fuzzy…." He moaned out. "You done this before or sumtin?"
He let his hands slide from Kurt's shoulder to the exposed fur on his back, running his fingers the wrong way through the soft blue coat, then smoothing it back down.
Kurt brought his lips up to Todd's ear. "Only in my mind..." He saw other couples on the wall, deeply involved in the same way he was... He felt like he belonged, like no one cared in this dimly lit club whether he was blue and kissing a boy or not... A group to their left caught Kurt's eye. Taking a leaf out of their book, he grabbed Todd's hips gently. Still kissing at the nape of the younger boy's neck, he maneuvered Todd around so the younger boy was facing the other way. Entirely absorbed in the moment, he thrusted into the frog boy's backside, his erection still obvious even through two layers of clothing.
Todd didn't resist Kurt's actions, but also didn't grasp at what he was trying to do.
Until He felt a very stiff object thrust against his rear.
"FUCK!" Todd cried out, more in surprise than anything else. For a moment he considered turning around and laying into the other boy, but it didn't feel bad, not really. Though he doubted his dignity would come out intact.
He let out a little moan, Kurt's touching was somehow making Todd feel even hotter, and he felt his jeans getting tight. And he leaned his arms on the wall for support, since his legs had trouble keeping a solid stance.
Thrusting his hips back to meet Kurt's, he growled out "I'll kill you fo' this later Fuzzbutt."
Kurt grinned a devilish smile and thrust again, grinding his pelvis into Todd's rear in time to the music. "Sure you will, liebchen," he replied in a teasing voice, reaching his hands around to molest Todd's chest. The shirt was very thin, and he could feel the younger boy's nipples going hard. Kurt's eyes were immediately drawn to something, and he nearly stopped.
One of the sleeves on Todd's shirt had fallen slightly, revealing a bit of a long, ropy scar. That does look bad... TOO bad... I don't think... bullies could have done something like that... He pulled back slightly. "Are you... okay, Todd?"
Todd had been giving small moans and whimpers of pleasure at Kurt's rougher-than-usual touch. When Kurt stopped, he gave a groan of annoyance, and looked back at the blue mutant.
"What cha' talkin' 'bout yo? You'd get like this too if I was grinding you like you are m-"
Suddenly noticing Kurt's worried gaze, and that it was pointed at his shoulder...
His heart sank. Kurt had seen them, the scars.
Boner. Gone.
Todd snapped away from the wall, pulling up the tank-top's sleeve to its normal position as he turned and pressed his back to the wall, as if it would hide what Kurt had seen.
His expression was one of fear and anger, and he snapped at the other boy, "If I wasn't fine, then I wouldn't be here! Just leave it alone Fuzzball!"
Kurt reeled back, shocked at Todd's outburst. "Ah... okay, uh... sorry..." He looked around nervously, trying to pull down his shirt. He was suddenly very self-conscious. It was clear that Todd was very sensitive about that... But Kurt didn't know how to act on that front... He didn't care, scars were no big deal... but if the younger mutant always reacted so violently to their mention... who knows what kind of trauma he was dredging up...
"Uh... I'll go... get us some drinks..." Kurt stumbled away through the crowd, thinking it was probably best to give Todd some space...
Todd gave a nod, staring at the floor as Kurt walked off. He leaned hard against the wall for a moment, before letting himself slide to the ground, curling up his legs to rest his forehead on them.
Kurt had seen them, the marks of Todd's most shameful secret. The one he never wanted to tell, or show, anyone.
And Kurt had walked away.
Todd could feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and he tried to make his breathing stay normal. But it was hard with the heat of the room.
The temperature had seemed so wonderful mere seconds ago, when it had just been Him, Kurt, and the pleasure they were having. But now it was stifling, like a fever.
Far too much like a fever. Far too much like the heat of infection that deep cuts on his back had caused years ago. Like the heat he had felt when his world had come crashing down, and he'd been left alone.
He didn't want to be alone right now.
Todd got to his feet, feeling a little unstable, and followed the path Kurt had taken a minute ago.
Kurt walked up to the bar, feeling Todd's disappointed eyes on his back. "Uhm, two Cokes, please!" The barkeep raised an eyebrow at the blue boy, but he had seen weirder. As he prepared the drinks, Kurt fidgeted nervously at the counter.
"Sick costume, man." A tall, imposing man with purple hair and piercings leaned towards him. "Both those cokes for you?" Kurt could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"N-n-nein! Er, No! I'm here vith my boyfriend..." He hazarded a nervous glance at the crowd, but he couldn't see Todd anywhere. The older man put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Howabout comin' home with me? We can wash that body paint right off and..." He moved his hand. "What the hell? You're..." Kurt tensed at the feeling of this foreign hand, and turned, ready to abandon the cokes and run. The man grabbed Kurt's tail and yanked. "And this is...!"
Kurt's whole body convulsed in pain, and he let out a yowl.
"What the hell! This boy's some kinda demon!" The man's shouts were mostly drowned out by the music, but several people stopped and stared at the cringing Kurt. He felt desperately for his inducer... But Tabitha had taken it! What could he do...
Todd had arrived to find Kurt trapped by some purple haired idiot, and with Todd already on edge, it did not go well with someone calling his boyfriend a demon. So it made perfect sense when Todd's fist connected with the mans face.
"Get your fucking hands offa him!"
The blow was enough to make the man let go of Kurt's tail, though not enough to seriously hurt the man. It was then that Todd's natural talent for lying kicked in.
"Do you know how many effing hours it takes to glue that tail onto his back properly? A LOT! And it HURTS when you pull at it you douche!"
Now rocking on the balls of his feet and taking a fighting stance, Todd jeered at the man.
"No wonder yah were pickin' on my boyfriend, yer too drunk tah even figure out the difference between a real tail and an accessory! Why don't you go home yah bastard, and not ruin the night for the rest of us!"
He searched the crowd quickly, finding Tabitha in the crowd, he motioned towards Kurt. A quick sign that said 'get him outta here'.
Tabitha saw Todd's sign, and ran over. "Oh, blue-boy, you okay? Let's get you out of here... SECURITY!" She yelled at some guys standing by the wall. As they sidled up, Kurt saw what Tabitha had planned. As she ran past the drunk and reeling man, she had shoved a little explosion in his pocket! Just when the bouncers entered the circle, the little light-bomb in the man's pocket went off. There was chaos as he fell to the ground, pants blown off, and butt singed. Tabby grabbed Todd by the arm, and tried to get them out... but in the confusion, she became separated from them.
"Todd, did you see where Tabitha went?" Kurt called, hanging on to Todd for his dear life.
"Nah yo, but Boom-Boom can take care of herself. We need tah get you outta here before they figure out this isn't a costume!"
Grabbing Kurt's arm tightly, he pulled them towards the exit. After digging through the other dancers that were now trying to find the cause of the explosion, they finally reached the door.
As they stepped out into the cool night air, Kurt staggered to a full standing position. He was still rubbing the small of his back, getting his tail yanked like that, especially by a giant, drunk, tough guy really hurt. They got a ways away from the club before ducking into an alley to take a breather. Kurt leaned up against the cool brick wall. "Hey... thanks for the save, dude..." His tail hung between his legs. "Sorry everything ve do together seems to end badly..."
Todd put his head to the cold brick of the wall, only a foot or two away from Kurt.
Giving the other boy a regretful look, he said, "It's just as much my fault dawg, if I hadn't yelled at choo, you wouldn't 've needed to leave, and you wouldn't have met up with the purple douche. I'm sorreh."
Todd sighed and turned his attention back to the wall, slightly grateful for the chance to cool down, since just a moment ago the heat had been unbearable.
Kurt looked over at Todd with a tender look in his eyes. "It's not your fault, man..." If I didn't look like this... ve could have just called security in the first place, vith no trouble..." He took a tentative step towards Todd. "Y-you... you don't have to be ashamed, you know..." His stomach turned in knots. "I mean, I have scars, too..." He gingerly took Todd's hand from where it hung at his side. He traced Todd's fingers along one area of his exposed midriff. Under the soft fur, there was a clear, gnarled line of scar tissue. "This is from when a local farmer tried to attack me for 'hexing his crops'... I mean, maybe he thought I vas an animal, but a thrown pitchfork leaves a mark no matter what you are..." He smiled. "See? Nothing to be ashamed of!"
Todd moved his head off the wall, giving Kurt a somber look.
"Do mine look like they were caused by accidents or misunderstandings yo?"
He gave a sigh, and stepped towards the other boy. Gingerly, he put his hand on Kurt's waist, and let his fingers trail over the hidden scar.
"That bastard. He shouldn't have hurt you, you're better than any of us."
His face turned dark with anger, "Fucking superstitious farmers, fucking drunks, they don't recognize something beautiful when they see it."
Kurt slid his hand under Todd's chin. "No… You." He leaned down, looking eye to eye with Todd. "You don't recognize something beautiful… Yourself." He let his hand run, down Todd's body, to rest it on the other boy's hand. "You're clever, quirky, brave, funny, not to mention totally adorable... and you always stick up for the ones you care about... And that, Todd, is beautiful. You... are beautiful... Scars and all." He gave a tender smile, and kissed Todd gently.
Todd wished he could tell Kurt he was wrong, but the way Kurt said that felt so wonderful, so different from anything he'd been told before.
Todd had known his feelings for Kurt for sure earlier that day, and he found himself wanting to repeat his confession.
He let their lips part slowly, and started whispering. "Kurt, I...I really..."
Todd couldn't say it, as true as it was, he just couldn't get the words out. He sighed sadly and pressed his lips to Kurt's for another moment, then he buried his head in the boys shoulder.
"You're amazing."
Kurt grinned. "No, you." He wrapped his arms around the younger boy's shoulders, and held him close. His heart overflowed with feelings for the strong, brave boy, now seeming so small and fragile in his arms. He wanted to hold Todd like this forever...
Todd just let himself lay there on Kurt's shoulder for a while, it should have felt awkward after a while, but somehow it only felt...right.
He would have stayed there in Kurt's arms all night, if not for the cold breeze that passed by, making Todd shiver violently.
Sweat and cold don't mix, yo.
"Hey Fuzzball, yah think we can start walkin' home? 'S cold out here."
Kurt abruptly let go, muttering apologies. "S-sorry, you don't really notice the cold vhen you're vearing a fur coat at all times..." His mind told him that but he wanted to spend as much time as he could. He took Todd's hand. "Okay... let's go."
Todd smiled and walked alongside the other boy. The streets were surprisingly empty for a Friday night, and Kurt didn't even need to turn on his inducer (which Tabitha had somehow snuck into Kurt's pocket in all the confusion). They went along in a comfortable silence, until the sound of construction machinery and night-shift workers found their way to the boys. Todd gave a sigh and looked at Kurt.
"Better turn on the watch, dawg."
Kurt nodded, and flicked the switch with some regret. His blue fur was immediately covered with pale flesh, and he wrapped his tail in its normal place around his waist. He still held on to Todd's hand, though. No amount of judgment would make him let go of that, now.
They walked by the construction site, the noise still loud despite it being late.
Todd looked at it with interest, what were they building? Listening closely to the loud chatter of the workers, he tried to pick out bits of conversations.
Greg did that last Tuesday, Rob had broken up with his girlfriend, and one man was complaining about the cold wi-
Todd froze, he knew that voice. It was engrained in his memory.
His eyes flicked from face to face, searching for one particular per-there!
Todd's breathing became fast, and he dropped his eyes to the ground. He whispered to Kurt urgently "Fuzzy, get us home NOW."
Kurt looked at Todd nervously. "V-Vhat's wrong? Do you not feel vell or something?"
Todd's eyes flicked up to Kurt, but he kept his head low, as if to hide it from the men behind the yellow 'warning, construction site' tape.
"Please yo, ask later, bamf now! J-just get us to my room, or your room, it doesn't matteh!"
Kurt saw the fear in the younger boy's eyes, and the next moment, they were in his room at the mansion. Kurt threw his inducer onto the desk as he led the still shivering mutant to sit on his bed. "Are you okay? ...You look pretty shaken up..."
Todd sat on the bed, trying to both calm himself down and figure out how to respond.
"I-i-it's just. I mean...Havn't-gah!"
He got up from the bed, starting to pace the room, a worried and unhappy look on his face. He suddenly turned to Kurt.
"Have you ever had someone do something really bad to you when you were a kid? Like really REALLY bad? And you think maybe it's your fault, or a misunderstanding, or something; but then something happens, and you think that you don't have to worry 'cause you'll never see that person again-" Todd started pacing again, eyes focusing on the floor. "-but then suddenly they just show up out of nowhere, and suddenly the first thought in your head is 'maybe I can make it all better'?" He turned to Kurt, a look of desperation in his gaze.
"Do you know what I mean dawg?"
Kurt looked away uneasily, running his fingers through his hair. The first thought to flash into his mind was his mother... but he just didn't have the heart to tell Todd that now... "Y-yeah, I suppose I know vhat you mean..." She goes and abandons me... but I just can't hate her... But I can't approach her either... He tried to turn away from those painful thoughts. Then something occured to him. "Vhat... Vhat did that man do to you, Todd?"
Todd looked hard into Kurt's eyes, struggling internally.
"I...I don't know if I can tell you dawg. But the final point is that I got him put in jail when he didn't hafta be."
Todd plopped down on Kurt's bed, looking depressed and nervous.
"And I saw him tonight for the first time since I was six. I want to talk to him, but what if he doesn't want to see me again?"
Kurt's eyes widened. "V-vas? How... Vhat happened between you and him?" He sat beside Todd, and put his hands on the other boy's thin arms. "If you vere that young... I'm sure it vasn't your fault! A-and he's out now, right? I know you can make it better if you just talk to him..."
Todd's eyes flashed over to meet Kurt's, his irises turned red from stress.
"He didn't hafta go yo! I told on him! What if-"
Todd's face fell. "What if he thinks I'm a failure? I'm a mutant, I'm living with a bunch of punks, hell I AM a punk! What's there to be proud of?"
Todd suddenly started bashing his head with his fists, "STUPID, STUPID FROG! WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?"
Kurt grabbed Todd's wrists. "STOP IT!" He shoved Todd down on the bed, and held him there until he stopped convulsing. "Don't put yourself down like that! Listen. No matter vhat your past is with this guy, there's no reason vhy you can't fix it! ... Does everything I say mean nothing to you? Vhy can't you see your worth?"
Todd looked up in shock, and trembling, he whispered, "Because you might be lying. People do that, a lot." Todd turned his head away from Kurt, his gaze bleary and unfocused. "Especially when you love 'em. That's what Dad taught me, and Momma proved it."
Suddenly the Professors voice sounded in Kurt's head, Kurt? Is everything alright?
Kurt closed his eyes in frustration. It's fine! I have it under control! He curled his tail around Todd's hands so he couldn't start hitting himself again. With his left hand on the bed for support, he used his right to tilt Todd's face up at himself. "Todd. Look at me. I'm not lying. I won't..." His mind started. Todd had said 'especially when you love 'em'... did... did Todd love-He shoved that thought away for now. "You have to trust me. I vouldn't lie to you! Now... can you tell me vhat's wrong?"
In the other corner of the house, Charles Xavier was trying to stay calm. He had felt Todd and Kurt arrive, both somewhat distressed. He had ignored it at first, after all he didn't want to interfere with things that were just their business. But a few minutes later he felt a spike of emotion in Todd's tangled psyche, violent notions mixed with deep buried memories to create a maelstrom of dark thoughts. Despite Kurt's answer, Charles was sure that this was NOT under control. So he tried to soothe back Todd's thought as best he could, though it was impossible to hold it all back without hurting the boy.
Suddenly feeling calmer, Todd looked up at Kurt whimpering softly. "I can't, yo, I can't tell on him again. He'll already hate me without makin' it worse."
He tried to get his hands out of Kurt's grip , but the tail held fast. "Leggo Fuzzy."
Kurt shook his head. "No, you have to calm down first. ... you don't have to tell on him for anything... You don't have to do anything you don't vant to, but..." He looked at Todd beseechingly. "If you don't tell him now... who knows vhen you might get your next chance to make things right? ... and besides... vhateveh it is happened... I'm sure it vasn't your fault..."
Todd stopped fighting the grip Kurt had on him, and looked into the blue mutants eyes. He asked hesitantly, "D-do you really think that Fuzzy? That it'll be okay if I talk tah him?"
Charles Xavier gave a sigh of relief. Todd's mental state had leveled to the point where it was no longer dangerous to the couple. Though the threads that had before been lost deep in his conciusness were still disturbingly close to the surface.
"I... I don't know what happened, Todd... But vhateveh it is... I'll be there, okay? If it starts getting bad, I'll just 'port us out of there, alright? If you vant to talk to him... I'll take you back there." He released Todd's hands, and stood. "Hey, I'll get you a coat, and ve can go, okay?"
Todd shook his head, "N-no, not tonight. I...I can't do it tonight. And I gotta do it alone, please I just...I need tah do this by myself, or I'll lose the nerve right in fronta him."
Todd slowly pulled himself up from the bed, ending up standing next to the other boy. He looked at Kurt for a moment, scared to ask the next question, but also feeling like he needed to.
"Kurt, do you love me?"
Kurt's eyes widened. His stomach turned flip-flops. He felt totally speechless. Vhy is Todd asking this kind of question right now? How could he ask this kind of thing totally out of the blue, after they'd been dating only two weeks! And... How could Kurt even know what Todd meant by that? What does it even mean to love someone? Want to have sex with them? Check. Enjoy their company more than anyone elses? Check. Trust them completely? ... Well, Kurt couldn't say that for sure just yet, but he could say one thing, one completely true thing...
"More than I've ever loved anyvone in my whole life."
Todd let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, and he pressed his head against Kurt's chest.
Speaking in a soft tone, he said,
"Me too."
Standing there, with the boy he loved-who even loved him-leaning on him... Kurt wrapped one arm around Todd's thin back, and buried his other hand in the boy's soft hair. He could feel the tears slicking down the fur on his cheeks. As he tried to suppress the sobs, he knew. Even if Todd is messed up, even if he has some deep scars... It doesn't matter. I love him...
