A/N: Everyone seen the newer X-Men 2 trailer? Soooo cool. I want to see the movie! NOW!! How will I make it until May? ::sob::
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"Mouse Trap. I wanted to play Mouse Trap. You role your dice, you move your mice. Nobody gets hurt."
– Bob the Tomato (need I say more?)
Kurt sighed happily as he woke up. Last night he'd had the best sleep he'd had in…well, far too long, if he couldn't even remember how long it'd been. He snuggled closer to the warm body next to him, determined to fall back to sleep.
Vait…through his sleep muddled brain, Kurt was starting to realize something was not right. It suddenly hit him. Vhy is someone in my bed?!
Well, there was the obvious explanation. But Kurt was really hoping that wasn't it. That would be BAD. BAD. In the back of his mind, Kurt realized he still wasn't quite awake.
Vas I drunk? I don't feel drunk, I don't even remember drinking, but how else could it have happened? Throughout all this, Kurt had kept his eyes clenched shut. If he didn't see it, it wasn't happening. Soon, though, it became apparent that that particular line of logic wasn't going to work. Bracing himself, he opened his eyes. "Mein Gott in Himmel!" Following that rather loud exclamation (technically a bellow, but who's paying attention?), Kurt fell out of bed for the first time in his life. Even as a child, he'd had the same natural grace that had made him the circus star he'd been. But apparently there really is a first time for everything.
Unfortunately for the still sleeping Leslie, during the night he'd somehow wrapped his tail around her ankle and hadn't unwrapped it before falling. Consequently, she, too, ended up on the floor.
"What the hell?" she murmured, rubbing her head, before making a face. She wiped her tongue on her sleeve. Oh, gross, fur! Wait…fur? Oh, Leslie, you didn't…Looking over at the stunned Nightcrawler who was inching as far away from her as possible, she closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. You did. You couldn't even stay awake long enough to get back to your own room?!
Kurt was still in shock. He's thought that it might have been Stacy, or maybe Amanda paying him a visit from Limbo. Hell, he'd even wondered if Cerise had come back. But Leslie? The seventeen year-old Leslie? I'm going to Hell.
"Kurt," Leslie said cautiously, sensing his confusion and panic, almost at the same level it was last night, "Kurt, I need you to calm down, okay?"
"Vhat the hell are you doing here?!" he half whispered, half shouted at her.
"Kurt, that isn't calm. That's the opposite of calm." Leslie wondered whether she should just calm him herself.
"Calm? You vant me to be calm?"
Leslie never got a chance to answer, though it likely would have been an affirmative, for at that moment there was a pounding at the door. "Hey, Kurt?" came Bobby's voice. "You alright?"
Blanching—though you couldn't see it—Kurt quickly shoved Leslie under the bed, ignoring her faint squawk of protest. "Shut up!" he hissed, before hurrying over to the door. "Bobby! Did you vant something?"
Bobby looked at Kurt strangely, wondering what was going on. "Uh…you yelled. And I thought something was wrong. So…is it?"
Kurt laughed, sounding slightly hysterical. Leslie silently hit her head, wondering why she had to get in this situation with the world's worst liar. She then realized that this was the second time she'd hidden under Kurt's bed. I need a life.
"Nein, nein, nothing's vrong, Bobby. I vas…praying!"
Bobby was now convinced Kurt had lost it. "You don't normally shout your prayers, Kurt."
"Ja, but, vell…the Spirit moved me!"
Bobby slowly backed away, remembering what his mother had told him about not arguing with the unstable. "Okay…well…if anything is wrong, you know where to find me, right?"
"Ja, ja, I know. Thanks, Bobby!" Still forcing a smile, Kurt shut the door, then slumped against it, trying to regain his composure.
Moments passed before a muffled female voice asked, "Can I come out now, or are you just going to shove me in the closet?"
Growling, Kurt yanked the blankets up so as to make an exit. "You. Out here."
"Jäwohl, mein führer!" Leslie said sarcastically crawling out, then smirked. "And you've got the accent, too."
Kurt glared at her. "Vhat are you doing here?"
Leslie glared back. "You, Mr. Wagner, were having a nightmare."
Kurt waited for the continuation of that statement. As it didn't come, he responded. "So?"
Leslie rolled her eyes. "SO you were keeping me awake. SO I came in here to use my powers to calm you down. And every time I stopped and tried to leave you started up again, SO I stayed and SO I ended up falling asleep!"
Kurt felt like he would pass out from happiness. I didn't sleep vith her! I'm not a pervert! I'm not going to jail! Or Hell! He noticed that she was tapping her foot. "Vhat?"
Leslie threw up her hands in exasperation. "Oh, nothing! Just a 'thank you, Leslie,' would have been nice. But never mind! Forget it!"
"Shhh!" Kurt hissed, concerned Bobby would hear her.
"Fine," Leslie snapped. "I'm leaving."
"Thank Gott."
Ignoring the last remark, Leslie opened the door, than just as quickly shut it. "Okay, I'm not leaving."
Kurt sat bolt upright on his bed, where he'd collapsed. "Vhat? Vhy?"
"Two reasons," she said, rubbing her eyes. "One, I forgot my sunglasses, and while you're sensible enough to have dark shades, the hall is much brighter."
Kurt groaned. "And two?"
"Scott and Warren are outside."
I have come to the conclusion that God is out to get me. I must have really messed up somewhere. Maybe it had to do with that time with the pickles…
Damn, I haven't thought about that in years! Aspen and Sara and I were grounded for months! I thought my mother was literally going to kill me!
…I miss her. And Dad and Jake and Aspen and Sara…
I miss them all…
…
…Anyway. God hates me. Because no way would it have happened to anyone else. I mean, what were the odds that Scott and Warren would be right outside Kurt's room?
Bamf!
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Leslie groaned, collapsing on her bed. She didn't remember teleporting being this bad before. Of course, she'd only done it twice, the first time unconscious, the second time emotionally drained. Still.
"Ugh," was the only response she received from Kurt. He had, necessarily, grown used to teleporting over the years, so that except for exceptionally long 'ports, or ones where he brought several passengers, it didn't bother him. Thanks to the verdammt link, though, he felt it through Leslie.
After hearing about Scott and Warren, Kurt had decided it was too risky for her to try and leave the normal way. He did not want the fact that Leslie had slept in the same bed as he getting out. He winced just thinking of the repercussions.
"You know," Kurt realized Leslie was talking to him, "before I came here, I was very rarely sick. Maybe once every two years. In the past weeks, though, I've vomited more than I have in the rest of my life."
Kurt wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he just sat at her desk, resting for the port back.
"I'm sorry."
Kurt's head snapped up. "Vhat?"
"I'm sorry." Seeing his confusion, she elaborated. "For the link, I mean. I'm sorry."
Kurt tiredly waived her excuse away. "Don't be, liebling. It's as hard on you as it is on me."
They sat in silence for a moment more before Kurt stood up, stretching. "Vell, I have training. Auf Wiedersehen, Leslie."
"Wait, Kurt," she said suddenly, just as he was about to teleport. Startled, he looked at her.
Leslie was biting her lip, as if something was wrong. A wave of emotions suddenly hit him, jumbled up enough he knew she hadn't intentionally sent them.
Moments passed before Leslie gave a weak smile. "Never mind, not important."
Kurt paused, then teleported back to his room. Once there he rested his head in his hands, thinking.
Because he was pretty sure one of those feelings she'd sent had been desire.