Allo! Thanks for the vote of confidence!! Just to let ya know, I'm going to tone down Kurt's accent from now on; he ain't 8 no more.

Pixie: but you were doing SO well!!

Vern: yeah!!

Ami: *shrugs* to bad.

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What Are You Doing Up?

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Kurt liked to walk around the mansion, apposed to porting. He liked to watch everything move around him, looking everywhere like a child would. He smiled, looking wide eyed at a painting of a sunset as he past by it.

It only took him a few minutes until he was in the kitchen, in front of the fridge. He opened the fridge door and was reminded of his luck of having fur when it was cold. He pulled out the milk.

He sat it on the counter and reached up to get a glass, closing the fridge with his tail; that was a valuable asset as well.

"Kurt?" he juggled the glass in his hands for a moment when he jumped a bit, surprised that someone else was up; he cursed himself for not being on guard.

Turning around, he saw Kitty in a long white t-shirt that she must have used to sleep in.

"Ja?" he blinked innocently, turning back to his milk.

"What are you, like, doing up?" he heard her ask; he pushed any and all thoughts about spilling something on her white shirt and was again happy for his fur.

"Couldn't sleep," he said simply. "Voke up after a dream."

"What did you, like, dream about?" he heard her walk over to the small table, and got her a glass down as well.

"I..." he started; what did he dream about? "I don't remember..."

"That's strange," Kitty said; he purred the milk and walked over to her, leaving the milk carton for after. "I, like, wonder why you don't remember."

"I remember one zing," he shrugged, placing her glass in front of her and sitting down as well; he couldn't help but feel exposed in nothing but boxers. "Zere vas a girl."

"A girl?" Kitty looked at him puzzled; there was something else there, but Kurt couldn't recognize it, for soon it was gone. "Did you, like, have a wet dream?"

Kurt blushed; she really didn't know how many......... not that he was about to say that!

"NO!" he backed up in his chair a bit, making a disgusted look. "It vasn't a vet dream!"

"Why don't we, like, ask the Professor to read your mind?" she suggested.

"Nah," Kurt shrugged. "It doesn't matter." With that said, he proted back to his room. "And I am hoping that I'll dream of you this time..."