A/N: Have a great day today and I hope you enjoy reading this ^_^

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The steady breathing next to him, her hair tickling his neck in little curls, the warmth of her breath on his neck... it was all comforting to say the least after that scare this week. His tail was coiled around her leg and his arm was around her waist as he held her close to him. Kitty was lost snuggling up to him in her slumber. The four horsemen of the apocalypse could come running in his room to herald the world was ending and he wouldn't budge for anything. This week's scare had made Kurt realize something he'd been trying not to admit. He wasn't infatuated with his best friend nor was he crushing heavy on her. Kurt was in love with Kitty. He'd been shot point blank in the heart. He was very thankful his parents let them share the room and bed. Then again, he'd always shared rooms be it cousins or few friends from the circus in the caravan, although those times had been sharing tents.

"Kurt," she whispered in her sleep, moving a little in his arms.

"Yeah Kitty?" He asked her, wondering if she was awake now or still sleeping. He was glad it was dark with the way his face was turning purple at her breathy whisper of his name.

"I have to go to the bathroom and your tails kind of anchoring me down." His tail slithered over her leg and Kitty felt a faint shiver run down her spine from the action. She waddled, dragging a blanket wrapped around her towards the bathroom. He shook his head as he watched her go. Yup. He was in love with that giant klutzy marshmallow that just tripped over his suitcase and landed on the stack of board games. Nothing said true love like her klutz skills that somehow endeared her even more to him. He snorted.

"I heard that Fuzzy Elf," she threatened before hobbling off to the bathroom, stepping over a game of Twister and Guess Who.


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