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Kitty straightened the strap on her knee length elegant red dress. Her eyes widened as she took in the expensive settings. The amount of times a guy had taken her to as nice a restaurant as this could be counted on the fingers of one hand. Looking over at Kurt, she made a vow that they'd split the tab 50/50 since it was partly her fault that she'd roped him into this. Her mind, unbidden, started to wonder what it would be like to be on a romantic date with Pietro...Snap out if it, Kitty told herself crossly. I AM going to have fun, I am going to have fun..

"Come right this way," the maitre'd told them, leading Kitty and Kurt to a table.

"Here let me," Kurt said quickly, rushing over to pull out Kitty's chair for her. Kitty raised an eyebrow and thanked him a little awkwardly. It wasn't that she didn't LIKE chivalrous behavior..it's just, it was a little weird coming from Kurt.

"So," Kitty began, "let me tell you how totally sorry I am for dragging you out like this. I'm sure you'd rather be doing something else," Kitty said apologetically. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Please, Kitty. Even a guy can appreciate a nice restaurant with a pretty girl over a night of losing at pool to Logan," Kurt said.

Kitty laughed. "Okay, okay, fine."

Kurt looked down the menu and frowned.

"What is it?" Kitty asked, noting the look on his face.

"It's all in French, the whole menu," Kurt exclaimed.

"Don't worry, I took a few years of French. All you have to really know is that "legumes" means vegetables, and "pain" is bread. Everything else is meat or some weird unmentionable dish."

"Thanks Kitty," Kurt flashed her a smile. Kitty nodded and relaxed into her chair. After placing their orders with the maitre'd, the two friends fell into an easy conversation about summer vacation.

"So, what do you think Pietro's doing right now?" Kurt asked.

"Who cares, he's not here," Kitty said more flippantly than she felt. She took a sip of her sparkling apple cider, and a silence fell between them. Suddenly, her ears caught a girl's high pitched voice.

"Oh Pietro, you're so funny!"

Kitty's fork dropped onto her plate with a clatter. Kurt looked up startled. "Is something wrong Kitty?"

"Nope, not at all!" Kitty said quickly, and noted with relief that the waiter had finally brought their food. "Mmm, this looks good, let's eat," Kitty rattled on, aware that she was babbling, and not being able to help herself. Kurt looked at her strangely.

"Okay," Kurt shrugged, and proceeded to sample his food. Kitty watched out of the corner of her eye, as Tina threw her head back once again in raucous laughter. They looked as if they were having a great time, Kitty thought with a sinking feeling. Tina was dressed in a barely-there dress made up of what seemed like a couple scraps of cloth. Why of all the restaurants did they have to come to this one, Kitty wondered.

"Kitty, you haven't even touched your food," Kurt remarked concernedly.

"I'm not hungry," Kitty said softly, her eyes still focused on the couple a few tables away. Kurt looked at her for a second, then followed her gaze, and his mouth tightened.

"I can see why," Kurt said quietly. Kitty felt a stab of guilt, and quickly turned back to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to be such a drag. I'm fine," Kitty assured him quickly, and took a large sip of her soup for extra emphasis. But when she turned, her eyes caught Tina feeding Pietro. The sight was enough to turn her stomach. Again, outrage filled her. The only thing she wanted to do now was pour her soup all over Pietro and his pressed suit, and throw her chicken dish straight at his date. Kitty giggled at her thoughts.

"What's the joke?" Kurt asked, his eyes sparkling. Kitty just laughed harder, holding her stomach. After several hysterical moments, Kitty calmed down.

"It's nothing, totally nothing," Kitty said, a small giggle escaping her mouth. Then, her eyes saddened. Kurt noticed immediately, and straightened in his chair.

"If you want to go Kitty, I'll understand," Kurt said. Kitty opened her mouth to tell him it was nothing but stopped. As long as Pietro was there, she couldn't possibly think of anything else. She'd be lousy company to Kurt, who deserved way better.

"Yeah let's go. I'm sorry Kurt," Kitty said quietly, taking his hand as he helped her out of her seat. Kurt nodded with understanding.

Kitty followed Kurt and her breath caught as she got closer to Pietro's table. God please let him not recognize us, Kitty thought desperately. As they got nearer and nearer, Kitty inched past them, but at the last second, stumbled on her high heels and was forced to grab onto their table to steady herself.

"Kitty!" Pietro choked out. "What are you doing here?"

Kitty tried to regain her dignity by straightening her dress and staring back at him. "I was having dinner with Kurt."

"Well, what a coinky- dink!" Tina squealed. "Pietro and I were having dinner too!"

Kitty smirked at Pietro, who looked dangerously close to rolling his eyes. Tina wasn't as vicious as Bianca but it was obvious that she wasn't the brightest tool in the shed.

"That's nice, well see you two later. I don't want to interrupt," Kitty said stiffly, ready to make a run for it.

"Not at all, why don't you two join us for dessert?" Tina suggested, giving them a 1000 watt smile. Kitty was silent for a moment, Swallowing hard, she glanced back at Kurt. Then giving Pietro her sweetest smile, daggers shooting from her eyes, she slipped in to the seat next to Tina.

"Sure, we'd love to."