A/N: Hopefully this chapter is better than the last. I'm still toying with Kurt's accent, so don't freak out if it isn't completely consistent with every other chapter.

He held his curled fingers over the rusted door, waiting. What he was waiting for, he didn't know—a sign perhaps? A sign that she would forgive him, that this wasn't going to be as horrible as he had imagined over and over as he pulled himself out of his room? Kurt was surprised at how long the walk across the living room felt when he was about to lose everything. His two-toed feet felt like lead, but he couldn't bring himself teleport to the door Kitty had been hiding behind all day, so he trudged on. Once he reached it, he had raised his hand to knock, and there it had stayed. He was frozen, lifeless, as he tried to muster up enough courage to simply knock. He tried to convince himself that he was waiting for the perfect moment to apologize. He almost laughed despite himself. There was no 'perfect moment' to throw everything away.

With that thought, he quickly knocked on the door and immediately regretted it. He wasn't ready. He didn't want to give this up, not yet, not ever. This was the first group of people who had shown him such kindness, the first to offer him shelter, food, friendship, since he parted with his parents. But despite all their kindness, Kitty had gone above them all. She had given him something that no one in his life had. She had saved his life without a second thought and had never—never—so much as flinch when he touched her. Not even his parents could brag that. Though they had accepted him within a week, his mother later admitted that she was scared to touch him the first few days, his glowing eyes frightening her. Kitty didn't pull away from his gaze in fear, not once. She never shied from his touch, not even when he had grasped her hand. Not even when he had leaned down to her lips—

An emotionless "come in" from behind the door brought him back from the memory. Panic set in as he twist the door knob and thought of the unforgiving eyes that surely awaited him on the other side. He tried to calm himself by remembering the apology:

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but this vill only take a moment. I vant to apologize for my actions. All of zhem. I had no right to barge into your home, and I definitely had no right to do vhat I did last night. I know I have overstepped my bounds and I am sorry. I know you don't feel zhe same vay, and zhat is vhy I am apologizing. I never should have tried vhat I did, and I know you probably vant me out, so I am leaving today."

He would wait for her reaction. She would probably yell, but then again, she was Kitty. She was too nice to him to yell at him. She would probably listen closely and quietly accept his apology. She might even try to persuade him to stay again, despite everything. No, that was too much to hope for. Not even Kitty was that charitable. Either way, he knew that he could not stay, not even if she lost her sanity and begged him to. He could not bear to be 'just friends'. He refused to torture himself with the thought that she may someday develop feelings for him. He knew it was never going to happen, but the thought would still cross his mind every time he saw her. He couldn't live like that. It would drive him mad.

Every rehearsed word escaped his mind as the door closed behind him and he saw Kitty standing before him. She looked comfortable in loose blue jeans that had frayed from months of being dragged under her black sneakers. Her gray sweatshirt gave evidence of her morning repairs, sporting fresh oil around the cuffs and sleeves. Chestnut bangs had fallen out of her shoulder-length pony tail, framing her pale face. Despite the occasional black splotches smudging her porcelain cheeks, she still looked stunning. Her eyes were still deep royal blue oceans that Kurt wanted nothing more than to lose himself in. He dove into her eyes, not knowing if this would be the last time he would ever see them.

His not-so well written speech was lost to him, and he struggled awkwardly to find words. "I'm sorry to interrupt" he started, gesturing towards her toolbox, "I didn't know you vere vorking." Of course he knew she would be working, but he was trying to pretend that he hadn't spent the entire morning trying to find her, only to lock himself away when he finally did.

"No problem. I was just um…working on a faulty wire…no big."

Crap. She hadn't anticipated that Kurt would try to find her so soon. She had no idea what to say. She started wiping her hands on her sweatshirt, the new pitch additions looking like stripes on a demented grey zebra. Her eyes widened as she looked down at herself. She was wearing her repair clothes. Crap. She brushed the clean back of her hand against her cheek, and pulled it away to find an inky smear. Great. Just great. To make everything worse, she was covered in grime, in front of Kurt, right before she needed to apologize for trying to kiss him. Now he could be even more disgusted than usual.

Kitty realized Kurt was still staring at her. She could feel her cheeks burning with blush under the black splotches. She needed to say something fast, before he could run away—again. "So…um…about last night." The lengthy silence that followed and Kurt's terrified expression didn't exactly boost her confidence that he wouldn't just teleport out of the room. As she opened her mouth she heard "I'm sorry", but found that the voice that said it was not her own.

After a moment, she spoke. "Sorry for what? I was the one that—"

Kitty was cut off as everything that Kurt had wanted to say came out all at once. "I'm sorry that I tried to kiss you. I over stepped my bounds. I understand that you don't feel the same vay. I'm leaving."

Kitty stood back, eyes wide. After a moment, she crossed the space between them. "Kurt, I…I was the one that…I had tried to…" She continued to pace towards him as she struggled to find the words she wanted to say. By the time she came to her senses, he was at arms length. "I wanted you to kiss me Kurt. That's why I grabbed your hand and leaned towards you. I thought you didn't want to, and that's why you ran away after Evan came in."

Kurt's golden eyes glowed with hope. "I zhought you vere just trying to be nice…I zhought you just wanted to be friends…Zhis morning I zhought you vanted me gone."

Kitty grabbed his hand, closing the space between them. "Please don't leave Kurt. You just got here. I want to see what this…", she was clutched his furry hand hopefully, "might be." Kurt gave her a warm smile, revealing two white fangs where his canines she should have been. Kitty giggled. "Vhat?" "You have fangs Kurt." He dropped his smile. Kitty pouted. "Oh come on, they're actually really…cute." Even though her delivery was shaky, it was true. When she started liking fangs, she had no idea. Maybe it was when she started liking blue fur…

"Do you really think so?" he asked hopefully. She wasn't freaked out! Then again, she had never freaked out on him. He was liking her more every minute. "I really think so. They're charming."

"Charming?"

"And unique. You don't find many single guys with fangs." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying all the other guys with fangs are taken?" Kitty gave him a smirk. "Yes. All the smart girls figured out how endearing they are before I even got to the party." Kurt let out a laugh. "You really are a wonderful girl Katzchen. Spots and all." After a moment Kitty's eyes widened and her cheeks turned cherry-red. She had completely forgotten that she was still covered in grease and shrieked as she hastily tried to wipe it off of her face with her sleeve. "Calm down Katzchen, you're making it worse." He grabbed a rag from her tool box. With a sudden bamf there was nothing but smoke in front of Kitty. Another bamf, and he was standing next to her again, the rag now wet. "Come here."

Kitty walked to him and held as still as possible as he started wiping the streaks off of her face. He began to recover her porcelain face as stripes washed away. One spot on her cheek refused to come off, so he wet his fingers with the rag and hesitantly began rubbing his thumb in a small circle on her cheek. Her skin was softer than he had expected. As the spot cleared, he started to pull away.

"Don't."

Her eyes were closed as she said it. He cocked his head to the side. "But the spot's almost gone." She kept her eyes closed and smiled. "I know." She finally opened her eyes, revealing the sapphires Kurt loved so much. She tilted her head and let all thought leave her as she leaned in to kiss him.

Then came a loud knock. Kurt immediately released her and she laughed. "Just can't get any privacy around her, can we?" She then sighed and opened the door. "Yes?" A frustrated Evan stood behind the door, holding what loosely resembled a clock in his hands. Kitty rolled her eyes. "What happened?"

"Well I was just trying to tell a joke and she just freaked—". Kitty held a hand up to his face. "Rogue crushed your clock didn't she?" He sighed and nodded. She lowered her hand and waited for him to pass it to her. "I'll see what I can do. In the mean time, try to leave Rogue alone. I hardly think she'll be so gentle next time", she said nodding her head to bleached hair. "Remember last time you tried 'apologize' with more jokes?" His eyes widened and his hand immediately flew to his hair. "That was not funny." Kitty snorted. "Sure it wasn't", and slammed the door shut.

She moved the clock over to her makeshift work bench and motioned for Kurt to join her. "Since it seems we aren't going to get any privacy around here, want to know how to reassemble a digital clock that's spent a round in the ring with Rogue?"

"Only if you tell me vhat happened last time Evan tried to 'apologize'."

Kitty laughed. "Deal."

A/N: Sorry, no kiss yet. Don't worry, it's coming...