AUTHOR'S NOTE: None of the characters are mine... well, except the doctors, but they don't really have any character developement, so you can use them if you want. All other characters belong to Marvel and KidsWB and all those other fantastic people. I'm not in the best or most creative of moods right now, and this is NOT the best time of the month, so my A/N is very boring. Um... MAJOR angst warning. Rated PG13 for language and some sensitive subject matter. This story's sad, and it's my first finished chapter fic, and the first chapter fic I've ever worked on that doesn't star original characters. Aren't I great? Comments can be sent to gypsyj14@hotmail.com. I'm trying to get revenge on a friend right now, so PLEASE flame a LOT and send them to gypsygal14@yahoo.com. Thanx, enjoy the story, and tell me if it sucks too badly!/p
PART FOUR
Chicks Dig the Fuzzy Dude
"Um, Rogue?" Rogue set down her book and looked up.
"Yeah, Kitty?" She was biting her lip and twiddling her fingers; she looked nervous. Of what, Rogue had no idea, but she was definitely uncomfortable.
"Can I, like, talk to you a minute?"
"Isn't that what we're doin' now?"
"Yeah but... you know what I mean." Kitty chewed her lip some more and twirled the end of her ponytail around her index finger. "Um, you've been, like, talking with Kurt a lot lately, right?"
"Yeah."
"Does he... like me?" Rogue knew the answer, and part of her desperately wanted to tell the poor girl how much Kurt had been talking about her. The other, much larger part of her knew that she'd promised not to tell, and was extremely loyal to Kurt.
"Ah don't know." That was the most honest thing she could say without giving away anything. Kitty sighed in frustration and flopped face-down onto her bed. Rogue studied the girl. She wasn't one to play matchmaker; that was more of a Jean or Kitty thing. But in the current situation, she hated seeing Kurt and Kitty both suffer in thinking that the other didn't like them, and she was just itching to hook them up. "So you like him?"
"NO! Well, yes... I don't know," came the muffled reply.
"You do like him, yoah just not willin' ta admit it," Rogue confirmed. "Ah may not be a psychic, but Ah know what yoah goin' through."
"No you, like,*think* you know what I'm going through," Kitty said, rolling over onto her back. "But you don't. No one does."
"That's exactly what Kurt says," Rogue told her, smiling. They really had no idea how much they had in common. "What makes ya think he doesn't like you?"
/p"Well, I mean... back when I first joined the team, he, like, creeped me out, and he was flirting with me all the time. But now, he's, like, totally different, and he hardly even talks to me anymore."
"He hardly talks to anyone anymore, Kitty." She scowled at Rogue.
"He talks to *you*."
"We've got a lot in common, and we trust eachothah." Kitty sighed angrily and picked up her stuffed dragon.
"Why can't I, like, have a relationship like that with him?"
"'Cause that's not the kind of relationship ya want," she suggested.
"I guess you're right," Kitty sighed. She did a lot of sighing.
**********
"Hey, Kurt," Rogue greeted. "What's up?"
"Not much," he said flatly. Rogue frowned. The meds might make him less depressed, but they only did so by by ridding him of all emotion. "How 'bout you?"
"Ah'm okay," she said, sitting on her bed. "Was there somethin' you wanted ta talk about?" It wasn't suprising to find him in her room lately; he'd just pop in whenever he wanted to talk about... anything.
"No, I just didn't feel like being alone." He paused. "How's Kitty been?"
"Y'all could just ask her yoahself," she suggested. Kurt shook his head.
"Ve don't talk anymore."
"That's exactly what she says," Rouge said, almost laughing. //Next thing you know,// Rogue thought, //they'll be finishing eachothers sentances.//
"It's not fair," he said after a few moments of silence. "Scott's so and smart, and good-looking, and controlled, and perfect, and... average. And Kitty likes him. Why can't I be like that?"
"Kurt, average people do average things. Who the hell wants to be average?"
"*I* do, Rogue. Kitty does. Kitty vants an average guy..." He stood and walked across the room to look at himself in a full-length mirror. "Not a freak."
"You're not a freak, Kurt."
"Yes I *am*, Rogue!" he yelled, not taking his eyes off of his reflection. "I *am* a freak! You really think that trying to comfort me is going to change the vay I look? The vay people look at me? The vay *Kitty* looks at me? I don't *vant* to be the little brother she never had! I don't *vant* to be her chummy blue pal! I *like* Kitty, Rogue! And I *vant* her to like me!" Kurt looked at the floor and shook his head, not wanting to look at himself anymore. Ever. "Unfortunately," he said softly, sadly, "freshman valley girls and blue facial hair just don't mix." He turned around to face Rogue and saw her. In the doorway. Kitty was standing in the *open* doorway. With a look of complete shock spread across her beautifully innocent features. His eyes grew to the size of saucers before he muttered "Oh, sheize," and bamfed back to his room.
**********
"Scheize, scheize, SCHEIZE!" Kurt cursed in German as he paced his room. Kitty would be in here any minute to give him the I-like-you-a-lot-but-not-in-that-way-so-let's-just-be-friends runaround.
"Kurt?" Yup. Right on fucking schedule. "Kurt, I know you're in there." After a few more seconds with no answer, she phased through the door. "Kurt, we need to talk."
"Um, I'm busy, Katzchen," he said, avoiding her eyes.
"No, you're not, Kurt. We need to talk. NOW." She walked over to him and tried vainly to get him to look at her. "Why did you say all that stuff?"
"I-- um, it's those stupid meds," he lied quickly.
"No, it's not, Kurt."
"It... causes a chemical imbalance and makes my mind go all screwy!"
"Kurt, I know that's not the truth."
"It makes me say all kinds of things I don't mean, and--"
"Kurt, STOP IT!" she yelled, finally getting him to look her in the eye, if only out of suprise. "I'm tired of it! I'm tired of you lying to me, and me lying to you, and me lying to *myself*, for Christ's sake!" She put her face in her hands and shook her head, then continued speaking while looking at the ground. "When I first knew you, you, like, totally freaked me out. You flirted with me so much and tried so hard, and no one had ever acted like that around me before. I'd always been this little nobody at my old school and it scared me to think that a nice guy might actually *like* me. I didn't want to admit it to myself, so I just told myself that it was your fur and stuff that gave me the creeps. Then I got to be your friend, and I kept telling myself, 'No, you don't like him. You like Nick Carter and Ryan Phillipe and midless, shallow, football jocks. You can't *possibly* like the sweet, silly, blue-furred guy. Then when I finally stopped trying to convince myself it wasn't true, when I *finally* admitted I liked you, you picked the absolutely fucking *perfect* time to try and kill yourself. And then we just stopped talking to eachother. And for three weeks, I've been going insane over you, and you apparently had no idea." She looked up at him to see him gaping at her, eyes bigger than they had been after his little "confession" in her room.
"And... you don't care about how I look?" he asked suprisedly. Kitty gave a somehow delicate snort.
"Yeah, I do care. 'Cause if you changed the way you looked, I'd, like, stick that image inducer where the sun don't shine." Kurt looked confused, and Kitty sighed. "Kurt, I know you think you're, like, a freak or something, but you're not."
"Yes I am," he told her, scowling stubbornly.
"No, you're NOT!" she yelled. "You ARE good looking, Kurt! Whether you want to admit or not! Your ears are cute, and you have a great smile, and your eyes are beautiful, and your fur is soft, and your tail's *sexy*, okay?!" She glared at him, panting from all the yelling, as he cocked an eyebrow.
"You think my tail's... sexy?" he asked disbelievingly. She looked down at her shoes, feeling suddenly shy.
"Well..." she purposely trailed off, twiddling her fingers. She heard soft footsteps and saw Kurt's bare, furry feet a few inches away from hers several long seconds later. Kurt's odd hands gripped Kitty's chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her face upwards to look at his.
"You really mean all that, mein liebes?" he asked quietly. She smiled.
"Why do you think I said it Kurt? To, like, completely humiliate myself? Of *course* I meant it." Kurt smiled. His hand moved from her chin to her jawline to the back of her neck, and stayed there, playing with the small, loose wisps of hair at the nape of her neck. Kitty smiled and put her hands on either side of Kurt's face, running her fingers through his fur. Kurt's other hand was now on her waist, and he leaned down, ever so slowly, until they finally met in an ever-so-gentle kiss. Their lips move lightly, and Kitty pulled back after a few seconds. She smiled.
"I am so *fully* into the fuzzy dude."
Scott came into Kurt's room a few minutes later to see them wrapped around eachother, breathless and redenned, looking like two deer caught in the headlights. Scott stammered for a bit before managing to say, "Well this is... new." He paused. "I came to tell Kurt it's dinner time." He started to leave, then turned back to face them. "Oh, and next time you decide to... do whatever it was you were doing," he said with a knowing grin, "you might wanna try closing the door first."/p/pTHE END
PART FOUR
Chicks Dig the Fuzzy Dude
"Um, Rogue?" Rogue set down her book and looked up.
"Yeah, Kitty?" She was biting her lip and twiddling her fingers; she looked nervous. Of what, Rogue had no idea, but she was definitely uncomfortable.
"Can I, like, talk to you a minute?"
"Isn't that what we're doin' now?"
"Yeah but... you know what I mean." Kitty chewed her lip some more and twirled the end of her ponytail around her index finger. "Um, you've been, like, talking with Kurt a lot lately, right?"
"Yeah."
"Does he... like me?" Rogue knew the answer, and part of her desperately wanted to tell the poor girl how much Kurt had been talking about her. The other, much larger part of her knew that she'd promised not to tell, and was extremely loyal to Kurt.
"Ah don't know." That was the most honest thing she could say without giving away anything. Kitty sighed in frustration and flopped face-down onto her bed. Rogue studied the girl. She wasn't one to play matchmaker; that was more of a Jean or Kitty thing. But in the current situation, she hated seeing Kurt and Kitty both suffer in thinking that the other didn't like them, and she was just itching to hook them up. "So you like him?"
"NO! Well, yes... I don't know," came the muffled reply.
"You do like him, yoah just not willin' ta admit it," Rogue confirmed. "Ah may not be a psychic, but Ah know what yoah goin' through."
"No you, like,*think* you know what I'm going through," Kitty said, rolling over onto her back. "But you don't. No one does."
"That's exactly what Kurt says," Rogue told her, smiling. They really had no idea how much they had in common. "What makes ya think he doesn't like you?"
/p"Well, I mean... back when I first joined the team, he, like, creeped me out, and he was flirting with me all the time. But now, he's, like, totally different, and he hardly even talks to me anymore."
"He hardly talks to anyone anymore, Kitty." She scowled at Rogue.
"He talks to *you*."
"We've got a lot in common, and we trust eachothah." Kitty sighed angrily and picked up her stuffed dragon.
"Why can't I, like, have a relationship like that with him?"
"'Cause that's not the kind of relationship ya want," she suggested.
"I guess you're right," Kitty sighed. She did a lot of sighing.
**********
"Hey, Kurt," Rogue greeted. "What's up?"
"Not much," he said flatly. Rogue frowned. The meds might make him less depressed, but they only did so by by ridding him of all emotion. "How 'bout you?"
"Ah'm okay," she said, sitting on her bed. "Was there somethin' you wanted ta talk about?" It wasn't suprising to find him in her room lately; he'd just pop in whenever he wanted to talk about... anything.
"No, I just didn't feel like being alone." He paused. "How's Kitty been?"
"Y'all could just ask her yoahself," she suggested. Kurt shook his head.
"Ve don't talk anymore."
"That's exactly what she says," Rouge said, almost laughing. //Next thing you know,// Rogue thought, //they'll be finishing eachothers sentances.//
"It's not fair," he said after a few moments of silence. "Scott's so and smart, and good-looking, and controlled, and perfect, and... average. And Kitty likes him. Why can't I be like that?"
"Kurt, average people do average things. Who the hell wants to be average?"
"*I* do, Rogue. Kitty does. Kitty vants an average guy..." He stood and walked across the room to look at himself in a full-length mirror. "Not a freak."
"You're not a freak, Kurt."
"Yes I *am*, Rogue!" he yelled, not taking his eyes off of his reflection. "I *am* a freak! You really think that trying to comfort me is going to change the vay I look? The vay people look at me? The vay *Kitty* looks at me? I don't *vant* to be the little brother she never had! I don't *vant* to be her chummy blue pal! I *like* Kitty, Rogue! And I *vant* her to like me!" Kurt looked at the floor and shook his head, not wanting to look at himself anymore. Ever. "Unfortunately," he said softly, sadly, "freshman valley girls and blue facial hair just don't mix." He turned around to face Rogue and saw her. In the doorway. Kitty was standing in the *open* doorway. With a look of complete shock spread across her beautifully innocent features. His eyes grew to the size of saucers before he muttered "Oh, sheize," and bamfed back to his room.
**********
"Scheize, scheize, SCHEIZE!" Kurt cursed in German as he paced his room. Kitty would be in here any minute to give him the I-like-you-a-lot-but-not-in-that-way-so-let's-just-be-friends runaround.
"Kurt?" Yup. Right on fucking schedule. "Kurt, I know you're in there." After a few more seconds with no answer, she phased through the door. "Kurt, we need to talk."
"Um, I'm busy, Katzchen," he said, avoiding her eyes.
"No, you're not, Kurt. We need to talk. NOW." She walked over to him and tried vainly to get him to look at her. "Why did you say all that stuff?"
"I-- um, it's those stupid meds," he lied quickly.
"No, it's not, Kurt."
"It... causes a chemical imbalance and makes my mind go all screwy!"
"Kurt, I know that's not the truth."
"It makes me say all kinds of things I don't mean, and--"
"Kurt, STOP IT!" she yelled, finally getting him to look her in the eye, if only out of suprise. "I'm tired of it! I'm tired of you lying to me, and me lying to you, and me lying to *myself*, for Christ's sake!" She put her face in her hands and shook her head, then continued speaking while looking at the ground. "When I first knew you, you, like, totally freaked me out. You flirted with me so much and tried so hard, and no one had ever acted like that around me before. I'd always been this little nobody at my old school and it scared me to think that a nice guy might actually *like* me. I didn't want to admit it to myself, so I just told myself that it was your fur and stuff that gave me the creeps. Then I got to be your friend, and I kept telling myself, 'No, you don't like him. You like Nick Carter and Ryan Phillipe and midless, shallow, football jocks. You can't *possibly* like the sweet, silly, blue-furred guy. Then when I finally stopped trying to convince myself it wasn't true, when I *finally* admitted I liked you, you picked the absolutely fucking *perfect* time to try and kill yourself. And then we just stopped talking to eachother. And for three weeks, I've been going insane over you, and you apparently had no idea." She looked up at him to see him gaping at her, eyes bigger than they had been after his little "confession" in her room.
"And... you don't care about how I look?" he asked suprisedly. Kitty gave a somehow delicate snort.
"Yeah, I do care. 'Cause if you changed the way you looked, I'd, like, stick that image inducer where the sun don't shine." Kurt looked confused, and Kitty sighed. "Kurt, I know you think you're, like, a freak or something, but you're not."
"Yes I am," he told her, scowling stubbornly.
"No, you're NOT!" she yelled. "You ARE good looking, Kurt! Whether you want to admit or not! Your ears are cute, and you have a great smile, and your eyes are beautiful, and your fur is soft, and your tail's *sexy*, okay?!" She glared at him, panting from all the yelling, as he cocked an eyebrow.
"You think my tail's... sexy?" he asked disbelievingly. She looked down at her shoes, feeling suddenly shy.
"Well..." she purposely trailed off, twiddling her fingers. She heard soft footsteps and saw Kurt's bare, furry feet a few inches away from hers several long seconds later. Kurt's odd hands gripped Kitty's chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her face upwards to look at his.
"You really mean all that, mein liebes?" he asked quietly. She smiled.
"Why do you think I said it Kurt? To, like, completely humiliate myself? Of *course* I meant it." Kurt smiled. His hand moved from her chin to her jawline to the back of her neck, and stayed there, playing with the small, loose wisps of hair at the nape of her neck. Kitty smiled and put her hands on either side of Kurt's face, running her fingers through his fur. Kurt's other hand was now on her waist, and he leaned down, ever so slowly, until they finally met in an ever-so-gentle kiss. Their lips move lightly, and Kitty pulled back after a few seconds. She smiled.
"I am so *fully* into the fuzzy dude."
Scott came into Kurt's room a few minutes later to see them wrapped around eachother, breathless and redenned, looking like two deer caught in the headlights. Scott stammered for a bit before managing to say, "Well this is... new." He paused. "I came to tell Kurt it's dinner time." He started to leave, then turned back to face them. "Oh, and next time you decide to... do whatever it was you were doing," he said with a knowing grin, "you might wanna try closing the door first."/p/pTHE END