A/N: I'm being attacked *ish glomped by my 5' 11" tall 3 year younger cousin* help meeeeee.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men: Evolution. I do own a nice Jeep that I named after Nightcrawler...
Who the hell had gotten her sick? Kitty groaned and complained in her bed, quite the sourpuss over her situation. There was that one day she'd didn't heed Jean's advice about wearing boots in the rain, her feet had soaked through with cold water. Yup, that's probably it, she thought. At least she'd gotten permission to leave school early and had Mr. Logan pick her up in one of Scott's 'borrowed' vehicles. One look at that wide eyed pitiful mutant leaning on her best friend and Logan had growled out an offer for Kurt to skip school too. Instead, Kurt had escorted them to the car and then chivalrously vowed to stay at school so he could aid Kitty by retrieving what homework she'd need.
Bamf! Kurt had taken great pains to peek and squint in her keyhole so he could see to poof far enough away from her bed so Kitty wouldn't be sent into a coughing frenzy.
"I've got ze papers," whispered Kurt, scared that whatever he said might give her a headache. Wads of toilet paper littered her trash can and her childhood toy dragon lay on her pillow. Rogue was keeping her distance by spending time in the library so she wouldn't get sick.
He pushed the papers on the edge of her bed and leaned on the floor against Rogue's bed. "Great, I've got to make up a math test," murmured Kitty, shuffling the papers onto her nightstand. She cast a weary look at Kurt and gave a sluggish shrug of her shoulders as she pulled her blanketed knees up to her chest. Gratitude swamped over her sick features. "Thanks Kurt. You're a life saver."
"Twice in one day," he nodded. Kurt snatched the wet washcloth on her nightstand, waved it around a bit so it would get cooler, and placed it over her fevered head. She was always on his mind whether he liked it or not, either worrying him getting stuck in a tree or doing something so cute he'd have to think of a way to tease or flirt with her just to get those bottled feelings out of his system.
"Whaddah I owe you?" Gah, her nose kept getting stuffy no matter how many times she blew it! Kitty fumbled for a tissue and blew her nose in an unladylike manner. Kurt and Rogue were really the only ones who saw her on her on and off days.
Kurt flexed his fingers and allowed a casual slow smile to spread over his features before his eyes glowed a bright yellow despite the illusion the image inducer cast. Sometimes, very rare moments, his real image could overpower the inducer when he wanted. "I'll call it even if you swear to go with me to the renaissance fair this year." It was still a while away, but he might as well snag her for the occasion while he could. It was heck trying to get someone to agree to go with him and Kurt really didn't want to go alone.
Kitty slumped against the bed wondering how embarrassing it would be to be found a renny-goer, but her own selfish teenage anxiety was quelled. Kurt had never gotten to get out much. He loved swords, armor, gallant words of a courtier, and she highly doubted he'd ever been to a renaissance fair. Oh, she'd heard him telling anyone he could about the upcoming event and no one had agreed to tag along. What could it hurt? Dressing up like a princess from a fairy tale sounded pretty decent and Kitty secretly retained those childhood fantasies of meeting prince charming and wearing one of those bright flouncy dresses with a tiara. She might even like it despite how others might label her a geek. Kitty lifted up her shiny-scaled purple dragon toy, Lockheed, and offered his plushy hand to Kurt. "Promise to protect me from mean dragons since Lockheed has to stay behind?"
Kurt reached out and shook Lockheed's little plush hand. "I promise my lady."
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