This is me deciding that there will be fifteen chapters. Yay. I've got this.

"Well, I'll be gone until the new year." Kurt declared, wielding a suitcase.

"W-wait, what?" Gar stammered because they most certainly hadn't had a roommate meeting about this. Actually, they had never ever had a roommate meeting ever in their entire run as roommates, but that was beyond the point.

"I thought I told you..." Kurt said, looking guilty.

"I think I would remember?" Gar said as Butterscotch wound his way around Gar's legs.

"I'm going to my parents for Thanksgiving, my non-mutant parents, and I'm staying the rest of the year to do some work with my dad. Got this month and next month's rent already covered, so you have nothing to worry about. Happy Holidays, Gar."

"Y-yeah, you too. I'll miss you, dude, but I hope you have a good time." Kurt and Gar hugged.

"Feel free to use my room to entertain guests," Kurt added.

"Oh. Okay. I might invite Victor and Sarah and Alicia over for Christmas." Kurt nodded encouragingly.

"Got to go." Kurt leaned down and let Butterscotch rub against him.

"Goodbye Butterscotch..." The cat purred sadly and bumped his head against Kurt's hand. Gar was a little jealous that Butterscotch was the favorite roommate, but he let it go pretty quickly. Soon, Kurt was gone. Butterscotch looked up at him, like, "So what are we doing for Thanksgiving?"

"I'll figure something out," Gar said dismissively, clicking the button on his image inducer and leaving Shadow Valley apartments. He had a plan for Thanksgiving, alright. He just had to get a few dozen roses and stroll into Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Or one rose. On his budget, one rose seemed better. And Raven wasn't the flashy type anyway. One simplistic rose was far more ideal than several. The florist was fairly reasonable, and soon Gar was on his way to that Kentucky Fried slaughterhouse. The smell of fried chicken was a little sickening, but he would brave any nausea for Raven.

"Welcome to KFC how may I help you?" Raven asked before she looked up.

"Oh, Gar."

"I got you something." He produced the flower with a little bit of pizzazz. Raven blushed and then frowned.

"You shouldn't have. You're interrupting work..."

"Sorry. I'll have an order of potato wedges. And I have something to ask you... Will you join me and Butterscotch for Thanksgiving? Kurt's out of town." Raven thought.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll be there, tomorrow, noon. Now pay and get out of the way of the other customers." Gar rolled his eyes and nodded, giving her a five and stepping out of the way.

"Keep the rest as a tip." He added, leaving the money and the rose with her and leaving soon with his potatoes. Raven watched after him before turning to the next customer.

"Welcome to KFC how may I help you?" Another employee jabbed her in the stomach with his elbow.

"It's how may I serve you." Raven stopped.

"I don't serve anyone." She growled.

"Uh... I just want the popcorn chicken go cup..." The customer said midst the stand down.

"Coming right up," Raven said, with a forced smile and a two weeks notice in her mind. What she would give to quit this job. But it didn't seem possible. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

This was the part of the day when Gar would've asked his roommate whether or not he thought the suit jacket was too much or if it clashed with his much more casual jeans. He heated bread and made a salad and didn't put out any tofu dishes because she hated tofu. It would have been nice, for him, but he was willing to do without. He must have brushed his teeth five times so that it would be nice and fresh. He finished preparing the meal and baking the pies, and then he sat back, pleased, waiting by the door with Butterscotch.

"You could have helped you know," He pointed out to the cat, who was eating his own food. Butterscotch meowed smugly and kept eating. Then came that knock he'd been looking forward to. He stood abruptly and opened the door, producing a second red rose for his date.

"I don't really have anywhere to put it..." She pointed out, but he'd thought of that and tucked it gently into her purple hair.

"You know, I really like you, Raven," He whispered, awfully close to her face.

"I know... You wore a suit. Or part of one." He blushed and pulled her chair out for her.

"Madame," He joked.

"Thank you." She looked at the spread. He sat and they mostly ate in silence. There was a lot on his mind, he wanted to ask about their future, he wanted to ensure they had one together, to hold something tangible in his hands and believe... But he didn't dare bring it up.

After the meal, they watched football, neither of them interested in football. When he scooted a little closer to her, she squirmed a bit, stroking the fur of the cat in her lap. Then, she fell asleep, which Gar found adorable. Butterscotch was slyly lured away by a laser pointer and Gar masterfully transformed into a very similar cat, slinking into her lap. Then he fell asleep too until a sleepy hand started caressing him, then he woke up and responded to her soft hand, purring loudly. When Raven realized it was him, he got thrown halfway across the room by a shadowy tendril, but he was fine with that. Now wasn't the best time to bring up their future. But he had a plan for that too.

"You made lunch so can dinner be on me?" Raven asked as the night wound down.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Dinner. Sounds great." Hand in hand they walked the streets of the now quiet city, looking for something that wasn't closed for the Holiday. When they found such a place it seemed like time would still to a stop. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't. She kissed him.