"You know, it finally hit me today."
She loved Sunday mornings. They always stayed longer in bed cuddling. It was probably one of her favorite times of the week.
Looking through the window she could see the rain falling. She could imagine the wet flowers and the trees, the smell of wet earth in the air. Since she was a little girl, she had loved that smell.
"What?" he slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
"Why I have a crush on cowboys," she said, with a lopsided smile. She was glad to have him warming her on that cold morning. Autumn was clearly coming to an end.
"Where the hell did that come from?" He raised his head from the pillow, with a slightly puzzled lopsided grin on his face.
"It doesn't make sense, Kurt, it never did!" she added sincerely "First of all, you are not my type."
"Hey! Well, thank you!" Stunned, he looked rather offended at her.
"No, I mean… You are handsome and sexy, you're every woman's type," she tried to make up for her comment "I'm included in that group, by the way".
"Good to know." He settled his head back against the pillow, holding her tightly to him.
"All my life I thought my type was the tall, handsome, smart, well dressed, asshole, cheating lawyer." He chuckled. She had once told him of the countless failed relationships she'd tried to have. She had also confessed that she had been looking in the wrong place forever.
"But early this morning, as I was watching TV, it finally hit me," she raised herself back up on one arm, looking down at him "And by the way, there isn't a single interesting program to watch on TV these days. Not even on news channels."
"So, you saw a cowboy on CNN?" He said, raising his eyebrows.
"No! Stop mocking me, this is serious." She rolled her eyes at the comment.
"Okay, sorry," he raised his hands in an apologetic gesture.
"I was going through the guide and then I saw something that caught my eyes on TCM- Giant."
"The movie?" Kurt asked and for a moment struggled to remember. "Oh, isn't that the one with Rock Hudson, Liz Taylor and James Dean?"
"Yes, that's the one," she confirmed his suspicions "My dad took me to see it when I was fifteen and I was fascinated by it. More than that, I was absolutely in love with Jett Rink."
"You had a crush on Rock Hudson? Did you know he was gay?"
"Not Rock Hudson, James Dean!" she shook her head, smiling "Jett was the silent, thoughtful, handsome, mysterious cowboy."
It was so clear now to her. How she had never noticed that before? How did she forget? For four years she had spent hours wondering what was behind that crazy attraction she felt for him and she couldn't figure it out.
"I was so in love with Jett that I decided to watch all James Dean's movies. Of all his characters though, Jett has always been my favorite. I even named a dog after him." She felt herself blushing.
"So, I'm your teenage crush? I think I can leave with that." He concluded, pulling her closer to him "Hey, this Jett was also in love with Liz Taylor's character, right?"
"That's the one. He fell in love with Leslie." Leaning into him again, she curled one hand around his neck.
"Who happened to be the beautiful, intelligent, progressive, civil rights supporter, well-educated lady, from a rich family in Maryland..."
"Yep."
"Yeah, I don't blame the cowboy for falling in love with her." Kurt said, kissing her head.
