Part the Fourth: Lock Your Door!
Evan had been having an okay day. Until he wandered through the wrong
door and turned his world upside down. "Yo, K-man," he said, pushing the
portal in question open with a careless shove. "Wanna go and-- OmyGod!"
Kurt was doing needlework.
"OmyGod..."
He was sitting there and *sewing*.
"OmyGod."
With a needle.
And thread.
"Oh. My. *God*."
He had a frikkin' *sewing* *kit*.
"Vas?" he said. "Something the matter?"
"...ip," Evan squeaked. This had to be worse than the time he found
out the 'Crawler used shampoo like body wash. Or when he wanted to find
out what was so funny after Scott came back from Hawaii. He pointed at
Kurt's work with a shaking hand.
"This? I'm just fixing some new pants up." Ever so casually, he bit
the thread off. He folded up the pants and added them to a pile. "You
grow up with a tail and you learn a few things. That's all."
"Bu-- buhuaaaahhh...." Evan stuttered. "But it's so - fruity," he
finally managed.
"It's a survival skill," Kurt corrected, matching some thread to a set
of bright yellow boxers. "Try and imagine asking your Aunt to fix your
pants up with a hole for a tail. I know *I'd* die blushing." He popped a
seam with a little white stitch-ripper, then commenced sewing again.
Cool as a cucumber.
"Just - please. Just tell me you're not gay?"
"Would you believe me if I did?"
Evan had to think about that. "Nnnno."
"Then vas ist the point? Believe what you will. It won't change the
truth."
_OmyGod!_ "What truth?"
"That I'm a straight guy who sews."
Evan ran from the room as if it contained a nasty disease. "Don't go
in there!" he warned Rogue. "Do *not* go in there!"
Rogue, of course, peeked in. There was a moment of silence, then,
"Kurt, you have *got* to start locking your door."
Evan had been having an okay day. Until he wandered through the wrong
door and turned his world upside down. "Yo, K-man," he said, pushing the
portal in question open with a careless shove. "Wanna go and-- OmyGod!"
Kurt was doing needlework.
"OmyGod..."
He was sitting there and *sewing*.
"OmyGod."
With a needle.
And thread.
"Oh. My. *God*."
He had a frikkin' *sewing* *kit*.
"Vas?" he said. "Something the matter?"
"...ip," Evan squeaked. This had to be worse than the time he found
out the 'Crawler used shampoo like body wash. Or when he wanted to find
out what was so funny after Scott came back from Hawaii. He pointed at
Kurt's work with a shaking hand.
"This? I'm just fixing some new pants up." Ever so casually, he bit
the thread off. He folded up the pants and added them to a pile. "You
grow up with a tail and you learn a few things. That's all."
"Bu-- buhuaaaahhh...." Evan stuttered. "But it's so - fruity," he
finally managed.
"It's a survival skill," Kurt corrected, matching some thread to a set
of bright yellow boxers. "Try and imagine asking your Aunt to fix your
pants up with a hole for a tail. I know *I'd* die blushing." He popped a
seam with a little white stitch-ripper, then commenced sewing again.
Cool as a cucumber.
"Just - please. Just tell me you're not gay?"
"Would you believe me if I did?"
Evan had to think about that. "Nnnno."
"Then vas ist the point? Believe what you will. It won't change the
truth."
_OmyGod!_ "What truth?"
"That I'm a straight guy who sews."
Evan ran from the room as if it contained a nasty disease. "Don't go
in there!" he warned Rogue. "Do *not* go in there!"
Rogue, of course, peeked in. There was a moment of silence, then,
"Kurt, you have *got* to start locking your door."