Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel or WB
property.
Notes: THERE IS A STORY IN THIS CHAPTER! PROMISE! I JUST HAVE TO VENT, AND THEN DO SOME SHOUT OUTS! IF YOU'RE INTERESTED, PLEASE READ. IF NOT, SCROLL DOWN.
Other Notes: I'd like to share something with everyone. I recently received an email from what must be a rabid Lancitty fan. He/She didn't review the story. They must have simply looked up my email address and emailed me. Here are a couple of blurbs from the email (with the grammatical and spelling mistakes that it came written with). . .
"what r u? some kinda stupid moron."
"lancitty roks the house! you rite lance poorly. he would never act like that."
"and the rest of ur storys suck to. i mean kurtty. Who even reads thos any more?"
"get it rite! Lance is just conffused! cant u understand?"
"y don't u like lance?"
Now, I'm sure that whoever it was that wrote this insane email to me isn't reading this story anymore. However, I would like to address this person about their last two points in particular.
I've been "conffused" (i.e. - confused) before, too. I went to Starbucks one day in my slacker/hipster clothing with my hair tussled and "The Infinite Jest" in one hand. As I walked up to the counter, I started to think, and got confused.
"Should I have my triple grande, percent, with caramel sauce white mocha with or without whipped cream?" I thought.
Here's the thing, though. As confused as I was over the white mocha/whipped cream debacle, I didn't try to kill anyone. I didn't stand there, drink in hand, shouting out stupid things like "I'm gonna rock you," and then proceed to try to hurt/kill everyone in the store.
I'm using a lighthearted joke to answer your last two questions. I don't like Lance because he's tried to hurt/kill people. And no matter how confused you may be, that's not the answer. I'M NOT ANTI-LANCITTY! I just want everyone to know that. I don't read the stories, because they're not my thing, but if you like them, awesome! Good for you. Just don't email me threatening/obscene/offensive/crazy messages because I don't like, or write, them.
Thank you.
Okay, onto some shout outs! I'm notoriously bad at these, so I'm just going to do a couple at first.
JDH3: Thank God you're okay! I was worried. I'm glad you like the story! Now where's my emailed new chapter of "Tunnels of Love?!?"
RedLion: Thanks for the pat on the back. Sometimes it's hard to know if people really like the uncommon pairings or not. Now, like I said to JDH3, get on the ball! Heehee.
Yuri: I see that your hatred for Tabby is waning (at least for this story). Wow! You must really like American hamburgers. Glad you like the story thus far.
Raskolion Phoenix: Hey, like I said, to each their own (re: Tomb Raider 2). Glad you're digging the story thus far. And don't worry about sounding like an idiot if you want to where the story is going. I love reading reviews where people venture a guess as to what'll happen. Sometimes it helps me figure out where YOU GUYS would like it to go. I might do it, I might not (just to throw in a twist), but please guess if you feel like it.
Mrs. Trunks' Mom: You know, I spent about three minutes wondering what kind of sound Kurt would make. Kill an elephant? Kill an emu? I settled on ostrich. Glad you laughed! And unlike most people, I love Tabby's character. I dig her. Now they need to do more with her in the show. . .
StormHeart: No, I never tire of hearing that, so don't worry! Thanks! No problem on the warning of the new shows starting. I, unfortunately, have to work. Now I have to find someone to tape it for me. Great.
Took-Baggins: I dig the game, though I understand most people don't, apparently. I mean, hey, I can play as Nightcrawler! That's always a good thing. I don't like fighting games very often, but I like the X-Men one. Thanks for reading, and glad you seem to like the story.
Min-Kat: Yeah, Kurt getting revenge is fun to write. It's even better writing about Kitty chasing after Kurt. Score one for the blue guy, huh?
Okay, that's it for now. More to come later. I'm sure you all want to read the story.
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Lance and Kitty drove back to the Institute in silence. Neither had said a word since before they heard those moans coming from the back of the van. Kitty would swear that it was almost as if Kurt and Tabby had opened a window just so that Lance and herself would have to listen to the sounds of them making love. Kitty sighed. She hoped to God that's not what they were doing. Making love, that is. If they were having sex, she could deal with that. But making love?
Lance sat in the drivers seat, getting angrier and angrier. No matter what else he tried to think about, he couldn't focus on it. His mind kept going back to that clearing next to the lake, and the sounds of Kurt and Tabby doing. . .well, whatever they were doing. He wanted to hurt that blue fur faced freak. That demon! How dare he. Lance gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. He realized too late that he had missed the turn off to the mansion. He stopped in the middle of the road. Kitty didn't even notice. He was actually closer to the boardinghouse than to the mansion now. Looking at Kitty, he wondered what she would do if he just asked her to walk the rest of the way home. His distaste of all women was running rampant right now. Looking at the clock, he was shocked. They had left the lake over half an hour ago! They must have been driving around in circles for at least twenty minutes! He turned around, hoping to drop Kitty off at the mansion as soon as possible, and then go back to that lake and claim what he felt was rightfully his.
Upon approaching the gate to the Institute, they saw the X-Van was waiting for the gate to open as well. Kurt stuck his head out of the window, smiled, and waved at them. He got nothing back but two very intense dirty looks. Keeping his head out of the window, he shouted back to the jeep.
"Hello! Hey, Tabby and I vere vondering. . .vould you two like to go out on a double date?" Kurt hollered back.
Lance gritted his teeth and came close to snarling back an obscene response. He never had a chance, however. Kitty beat him to the answer.
"Yeah! We'd love to." She shouted back at Kurt, still glaring at him.
"What in the fuck did you do that for?" Lance asked, turning to face Kitty.
"We're not gonna let them get the best of us, right?" she challenged.
"Look, Kitty. . ." Lance began as Kurt drove off. ". . .let's not pretend that we're on the best of terms right now. I think we both know that the end is coming here."
"That's, like, true. Very true." Kitty said, relieved that he had brought it up first. "But I'm not gonna look stupid in front of those two, and I'm sure you don't want to either."
Lance thought of Tabby for a moment.
"No. No I don't." he sighed. "Listen, I think we need to start seeing other people."
"Oh, so do I." Kitty said. "And I think we probably each already know who that "other person" is that we want to start seeing."
"Yeah."
"Well, look at it this way. We'll be going out with them, in a dating environment. Let's just be the "happy couple" that we are and make the official breakup during the date. Then look to them for consolation." Kitty said.
"So we're over, right?" Lance asked.
"Do you, like, feel the need to drag this out any longer?" Kitty asked.
"No. No I don't. Call me about it later, 'kay?" Lance asked, pointing to the door.
"Can't even drive a girl up to the front door after the breakup, can ya, Lance?" Kitty shot back at him, getting out before slamming the door closed.
"Watch the door!" Lance shouted.
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Kitty strode into the mansion like a woman on a mission. She was glad that it was over with Lance. She didn't know what she ever saw in him. He was the complete antithesis of what she wanted. And she couldn't figure out how she could have been so blind and callous to Kurt and his feelings for her. Until Tabby, Kurt had showered her with affection. Lance only wanted one thing out of her. And now he didn't want that anymore.
Stomping up the stairs, she halted at her floor. A determined look coming over her face, she strode up the next flight of stairs to the boy's floor. Once there, she turned right and walked straight to Kurt's room. She didn't even stop to knock. Instead, she simply phased through his door into his room. Her face changed when she entered. Tears were forming in her eyes suddenly, and her breath began to hitch. Kurt was sitting on his bed in nothing but a pair of boxers. Her eyes widened, and she had to control herself to make certain that her act worked.
"Kurt?" she said, slowing down.
He hadn't even noticed her entrance.
"Katzchen?" he asked, shocked. He covered himself with his covers as fast as he could.
She ran to his bed and jumped onto it, next to him. Throwing her arms around his shoulders, she put her head on his neck and began to cry.
"Katzchen?!? Vhat's wrong?" he asked
"It's. . .it's. . .it's Lance!" she said, the tears flowing.
"Vhat about him? Did he hurt you?" Kurt asked, suddenly tensing up.
"No. I just don't think things are going to work with him anymore." Kitty said.
Kurt sighed. He didn't know how many times he had heard this before.
"I'm sure zings vill all vork out in ze end." Kurt said, stroking her hair.
"No! No, I don't think that they will this time. I think we're almost really over. I don't even think I want to fix it this time." She said.
Kurt swallowed out of nervousness. He had wanted to hear those words for a long time. What suddenly seemed. . .wrong. . .about it?
"Did somezing happen at ze lake?" Kurt ventured.
"No. He tried to get me to, like. . .you know? But we didn't." Kitty said.
"Ah. Vell, good." Kurt said.
Kitty dried her eyes on Kurt's blanket. She didn't know if forcing tears was a mutant power or not, but if they were, she was super powerful. She laid her head against his bare chest, nuzzling into his fur.
"It feels so good." Kitty thought.
Kurt's nervousness was hitting new levels. Something about this seemed really wrong. He knew that this is what he wanted, but like Lance and Kitty at the lake, something suddenly seemed to be very wrong.
"It's almost as if. . .nein. Nein, that's not it." Kurt thought.
"I wish there were more guys out there like you, Kurt." Kitty said, looking up at him from his chest.
"Oh?" Kurt asked. Something was "off" here.
"Like, totally." Kitty said. She lifted her head off of his chest and came closer to his face. "Guys who are sweet, and caring, and handsome, and funny, and. . ."
"Blue?" he asked, trying to defuse the situation with his humor.
"And blue." She said, her face inches from his by now.
"Katzchen. . .ve shouldn't be doing zis." Kurt whispered.
"Why?" she whispered back. She over exaggerated the word, so that when she said it her lips would graze his.
"Because. You're still viz Lance. And I'm still viz. . ." Kurt trailed off, suddenly very scared and uncomfortable.
"Tabby? What she doesn't know won't hurt her." Kitty said, and kissed him.
Kurt sat there, being kissed by the girl he had wanted for over a year now. The kiss was hard, and cold. Her tongue didn't slip into his mouth so much as it invaded it. It was a hungry, violent kiss, with no passion or romance, simply hunger for the sake of it. Her lips didn't move in synch with his. Her tongue didn't move with his, it fought his. Her hands dropped to his body and, instead of gently caressing him, manhandled him. Kurt's eyes didn't close. He didn't feel like it was right. It was like kissing someone you didn't care for that much. It was everything opposite of what he imagined kissing Kitty would be like.
"She's not Tabby." Kurt thought, and then snapped his head back.
Kitty didn't seem to notice that he looked uncomfortable. She simply smiled seductively at him, and got up off of the bed. Walking to the door, she looked over her shoulder at him.
"See you tomorrow night on our double date. I'm ending it with Lance tomorrow night. That means I'll be single, Kurt. I'll be waiting for you." She said, and then walked through the door.
Kurt sat there, staring at the door in shock. It's true that half of him felt insanely happy about what had just happened. She had all but raped him right then and there. She had even made it very clear that she wanted him. She wanted to be his. And she wanted him to be hers. However, the other half of his mind was still thinking about that kiss, and what it meant. He couldn't get over how wrong it felt. Something was forced in her tears, he felt, forced in those tears and in that kiss. It was almost as if she were trying to claim ownership over him.
"And she's not Tabby." He heard himself say, and then sat there mystified by that thought.
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Kitty smiled the self-satisfied smile of a woman who can always get what she wants. She was sure that there was no way that the elf could resist her. Why would he? After all, he had spent over a year chasing after her. She was certain.
"He's mine. He's mine, he's mine, he's mine. Sorry, Tabby." She said in a sing-song voice, entering her room.
Marie was asleep, and Kitty quickly dressed to go to bed. She toyed with the idea of going back to Kurt's room in her nightgown, but quickly shook her head. She had already taken a "chance" by kissing him.
"Not a chance, really. I probably just gave him the thrill of his life." She thought smugly.
Climbing into bed, she finally felt satisfied. By tomorrow night, she would have just what she wanted. A boyfriend who would lavish affection on her and pay attention to every word she said. A boyfriend who would worship the ground that she walked on. By tomorrow night, she'd have Kurt.
Smiling, she went to sleep.
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Lance threw the door to the boardinghouse open. It flew to the wall, the knob leaving a dent. It was late, but the rest of the Brotherhood was still up and about. Pietro was watching a television in the living room. He could hear Todd upstairs, listening to rap music, and Fred was in the kitchen.
"Probably eating his ninth meal." Lance thought.
"Hey, Lance. So what's up? You seal the deal with Pretty Kitty?" Pietro asked.
"None of your business what's up with me and Kitty." Lance said, stomping up the stairs.
"Oooooh! Sounds like someone was denied!" Pietro called up after him.
Lance turned around at the top of the stairs, squinting his eyes. The ground in the living room began to shake, dust and flakes of the ceiling falling down on Pietro's head.
"Sorry! Sorry." Pietro said absentmindedly, brushing the dust from his hair.
Lance turned around and walked down the hallway, towards his room. He paused in front of Tabby's door, wondering if she were home or not. Putting his ear to her door, he could hear music playing within. Backing up, he knocked, and heard someone turn the music down. He heard footsteps coming towards the door, and then Tabby opened it.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked. He suddenly felt very nervous and excited.
"Nothing." She said.
"Oh."
The two stood there, looking at each other. After a couple of moments, Tabby shook her head slightly with a confused look in her eyes.
"Is there something that I can help you with?" She asked.
"Well, um, I was just wanting. . .a, um, female opinion on something." Lance said.
"Okay." Said Tabby, opening the door so that Lance could enter.
Lance walked past her, feeling his heart start to race. He felt like what he used to feel like around Kitty, before they had started to date. He walked towards her bed, and sat down on the edge of it. He couldn't bring himself to look Tabby in the face, and instead chose to play with a piece of the comforter. Tabby walked over to the bed, and sat down next to him.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Well, um, I don't think that Kitty and I are going to work out anymore." Lance said.
Tabby smiled inwardly.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah."
"Why?" Tabby asked.
"Well, I don't know. I just don't really think that we click anymore. I don't think that we ever really did. She's so interested in things that, well, I just don't give a damn about. Dating her has become a real drag."
"Wow. That must really suck, Lance."
"Yeah." He said.
"Of course, I don't know what's that's like at all, but I feel for ya." Tabby said, getting up from the bed and walking towards her mirror.
Lance watched her brush her hair in front of the mirror. She tried as hard as she could not to glance at him through the mirror. When she finally broke down and did, she found Lance staring back at her. He got up from the bed, and walked up behind her. Slowly, he put his arms around her stomach and pulled her to him.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" he asked, looking at the two of them in the mirror.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Seeing what we'd look like together." Lance said.
"And just why are you doing that?" Tabby asked, beginning to get lost in the moment. His arms were thick with muscle, but wasn't he squeezing her just a bit too tight?
"No reason, I guess." Lance said, disengaging from Tabby. "Listen, about this double date tomorrow. . ."
"What about it?" Tabby whispered, not daring to turn around, still looking at him through the mirror.
"Well, just lettin' you know. . .I won't be with Kitty by the end of it." Lance said.
"Why are you telling me?"
"Just wanted you to know."
Lance left her room, leaving her still staring into the mirror.
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Okay, so that's another chapter (I guess). I'm not super happy with the Tabby/Lance stuff at the end. I am pretty happy with the Kurt/Kitty stuff though. Anyhow, I just wanted to get this up to you guys, and I promise the next chapter will be better. Sorry. I'm a suck writer I guess. Anyhow. . .
Later.
Notes: THERE IS A STORY IN THIS CHAPTER! PROMISE! I JUST HAVE TO VENT, AND THEN DO SOME SHOUT OUTS! IF YOU'RE INTERESTED, PLEASE READ. IF NOT, SCROLL DOWN.
Other Notes: I'd like to share something with everyone. I recently received an email from what must be a rabid Lancitty fan. He/She didn't review the story. They must have simply looked up my email address and emailed me. Here are a couple of blurbs from the email (with the grammatical and spelling mistakes that it came written with). . .
"what r u? some kinda stupid moron."
"lancitty roks the house! you rite lance poorly. he would never act like that."
"and the rest of ur storys suck to. i mean kurtty. Who even reads thos any more?"
"get it rite! Lance is just conffused! cant u understand?"
"y don't u like lance?"
Now, I'm sure that whoever it was that wrote this insane email to me isn't reading this story anymore. However, I would like to address this person about their last two points in particular.
I've been "conffused" (i.e. - confused) before, too. I went to Starbucks one day in my slacker/hipster clothing with my hair tussled and "The Infinite Jest" in one hand. As I walked up to the counter, I started to think, and got confused.
"Should I have my triple grande, percent, with caramel sauce white mocha with or without whipped cream?" I thought.
Here's the thing, though. As confused as I was over the white mocha/whipped cream debacle, I didn't try to kill anyone. I didn't stand there, drink in hand, shouting out stupid things like "I'm gonna rock you," and then proceed to try to hurt/kill everyone in the store.
I'm using a lighthearted joke to answer your last two questions. I don't like Lance because he's tried to hurt/kill people. And no matter how confused you may be, that's not the answer. I'M NOT ANTI-LANCITTY! I just want everyone to know that. I don't read the stories, because they're not my thing, but if you like them, awesome! Good for you. Just don't email me threatening/obscene/offensive/crazy messages because I don't like, or write, them.
Thank you.
Okay, onto some shout outs! I'm notoriously bad at these, so I'm just going to do a couple at first.
JDH3: Thank God you're okay! I was worried. I'm glad you like the story! Now where's my emailed new chapter of "Tunnels of Love?!?"
RedLion: Thanks for the pat on the back. Sometimes it's hard to know if people really like the uncommon pairings or not. Now, like I said to JDH3, get on the ball! Heehee.
Yuri: I see that your hatred for Tabby is waning (at least for this story). Wow! You must really like American hamburgers. Glad you like the story thus far.
Raskolion Phoenix: Hey, like I said, to each their own (re: Tomb Raider 2). Glad you're digging the story thus far. And don't worry about sounding like an idiot if you want to where the story is going. I love reading reviews where people venture a guess as to what'll happen. Sometimes it helps me figure out where YOU GUYS would like it to go. I might do it, I might not (just to throw in a twist), but please guess if you feel like it.
Mrs. Trunks' Mom: You know, I spent about three minutes wondering what kind of sound Kurt would make. Kill an elephant? Kill an emu? I settled on ostrich. Glad you laughed! And unlike most people, I love Tabby's character. I dig her. Now they need to do more with her in the show. . .
StormHeart: No, I never tire of hearing that, so don't worry! Thanks! No problem on the warning of the new shows starting. I, unfortunately, have to work. Now I have to find someone to tape it for me. Great.
Took-Baggins: I dig the game, though I understand most people don't, apparently. I mean, hey, I can play as Nightcrawler! That's always a good thing. I don't like fighting games very often, but I like the X-Men one. Thanks for reading, and glad you seem to like the story.
Min-Kat: Yeah, Kurt getting revenge is fun to write. It's even better writing about Kitty chasing after Kurt. Score one for the blue guy, huh?
Okay, that's it for now. More to come later. I'm sure you all want to read the story.
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Lance and Kitty drove back to the Institute in silence. Neither had said a word since before they heard those moans coming from the back of the van. Kitty would swear that it was almost as if Kurt and Tabby had opened a window just so that Lance and herself would have to listen to the sounds of them making love. Kitty sighed. She hoped to God that's not what they were doing. Making love, that is. If they were having sex, she could deal with that. But making love?
Lance sat in the drivers seat, getting angrier and angrier. No matter what else he tried to think about, he couldn't focus on it. His mind kept going back to that clearing next to the lake, and the sounds of Kurt and Tabby doing. . .well, whatever they were doing. He wanted to hurt that blue fur faced freak. That demon! How dare he. Lance gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. He realized too late that he had missed the turn off to the mansion. He stopped in the middle of the road. Kitty didn't even notice. He was actually closer to the boardinghouse than to the mansion now. Looking at Kitty, he wondered what she would do if he just asked her to walk the rest of the way home. His distaste of all women was running rampant right now. Looking at the clock, he was shocked. They had left the lake over half an hour ago! They must have been driving around in circles for at least twenty minutes! He turned around, hoping to drop Kitty off at the mansion as soon as possible, and then go back to that lake and claim what he felt was rightfully his.
Upon approaching the gate to the Institute, they saw the X-Van was waiting for the gate to open as well. Kurt stuck his head out of the window, smiled, and waved at them. He got nothing back but two very intense dirty looks. Keeping his head out of the window, he shouted back to the jeep.
"Hello! Hey, Tabby and I vere vondering. . .vould you two like to go out on a double date?" Kurt hollered back.
Lance gritted his teeth and came close to snarling back an obscene response. He never had a chance, however. Kitty beat him to the answer.
"Yeah! We'd love to." She shouted back at Kurt, still glaring at him.
"What in the fuck did you do that for?" Lance asked, turning to face Kitty.
"We're not gonna let them get the best of us, right?" she challenged.
"Look, Kitty. . ." Lance began as Kurt drove off. ". . .let's not pretend that we're on the best of terms right now. I think we both know that the end is coming here."
"That's, like, true. Very true." Kitty said, relieved that he had brought it up first. "But I'm not gonna look stupid in front of those two, and I'm sure you don't want to either."
Lance thought of Tabby for a moment.
"No. No I don't." he sighed. "Listen, I think we need to start seeing other people."
"Oh, so do I." Kitty said. "And I think we probably each already know who that "other person" is that we want to start seeing."
"Yeah."
"Well, look at it this way. We'll be going out with them, in a dating environment. Let's just be the "happy couple" that we are and make the official breakup during the date. Then look to them for consolation." Kitty said.
"So we're over, right?" Lance asked.
"Do you, like, feel the need to drag this out any longer?" Kitty asked.
"No. No I don't. Call me about it later, 'kay?" Lance asked, pointing to the door.
"Can't even drive a girl up to the front door after the breakup, can ya, Lance?" Kitty shot back at him, getting out before slamming the door closed.
"Watch the door!" Lance shouted.
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Kitty strode into the mansion like a woman on a mission. She was glad that it was over with Lance. She didn't know what she ever saw in him. He was the complete antithesis of what she wanted. And she couldn't figure out how she could have been so blind and callous to Kurt and his feelings for her. Until Tabby, Kurt had showered her with affection. Lance only wanted one thing out of her. And now he didn't want that anymore.
Stomping up the stairs, she halted at her floor. A determined look coming over her face, she strode up the next flight of stairs to the boy's floor. Once there, she turned right and walked straight to Kurt's room. She didn't even stop to knock. Instead, she simply phased through his door into his room. Her face changed when she entered. Tears were forming in her eyes suddenly, and her breath began to hitch. Kurt was sitting on his bed in nothing but a pair of boxers. Her eyes widened, and she had to control herself to make certain that her act worked.
"Kurt?" she said, slowing down.
He hadn't even noticed her entrance.
"Katzchen?" he asked, shocked. He covered himself with his covers as fast as he could.
She ran to his bed and jumped onto it, next to him. Throwing her arms around his shoulders, she put her head on his neck and began to cry.
"Katzchen?!? Vhat's wrong?" he asked
"It's. . .it's. . .it's Lance!" she said, the tears flowing.
"Vhat about him? Did he hurt you?" Kurt asked, suddenly tensing up.
"No. I just don't think things are going to work with him anymore." Kitty said.
Kurt sighed. He didn't know how many times he had heard this before.
"I'm sure zings vill all vork out in ze end." Kurt said, stroking her hair.
"No! No, I don't think that they will this time. I think we're almost really over. I don't even think I want to fix it this time." She said.
Kurt swallowed out of nervousness. He had wanted to hear those words for a long time. What suddenly seemed. . .wrong. . .about it?
"Did somezing happen at ze lake?" Kurt ventured.
"No. He tried to get me to, like. . .you know? But we didn't." Kitty said.
"Ah. Vell, good." Kurt said.
Kitty dried her eyes on Kurt's blanket. She didn't know if forcing tears was a mutant power or not, but if they were, she was super powerful. She laid her head against his bare chest, nuzzling into his fur.
"It feels so good." Kitty thought.
Kurt's nervousness was hitting new levels. Something about this seemed really wrong. He knew that this is what he wanted, but like Lance and Kitty at the lake, something suddenly seemed to be very wrong.
"It's almost as if. . .nein. Nein, that's not it." Kurt thought.
"I wish there were more guys out there like you, Kurt." Kitty said, looking up at him from his chest.
"Oh?" Kurt asked. Something was "off" here.
"Like, totally." Kitty said. She lifted her head off of his chest and came closer to his face. "Guys who are sweet, and caring, and handsome, and funny, and. . ."
"Blue?" he asked, trying to defuse the situation with his humor.
"And blue." She said, her face inches from his by now.
"Katzchen. . .ve shouldn't be doing zis." Kurt whispered.
"Why?" she whispered back. She over exaggerated the word, so that when she said it her lips would graze his.
"Because. You're still viz Lance. And I'm still viz. . ." Kurt trailed off, suddenly very scared and uncomfortable.
"Tabby? What she doesn't know won't hurt her." Kitty said, and kissed him.
Kurt sat there, being kissed by the girl he had wanted for over a year now. The kiss was hard, and cold. Her tongue didn't slip into his mouth so much as it invaded it. It was a hungry, violent kiss, with no passion or romance, simply hunger for the sake of it. Her lips didn't move in synch with his. Her tongue didn't move with his, it fought his. Her hands dropped to his body and, instead of gently caressing him, manhandled him. Kurt's eyes didn't close. He didn't feel like it was right. It was like kissing someone you didn't care for that much. It was everything opposite of what he imagined kissing Kitty would be like.
"She's not Tabby." Kurt thought, and then snapped his head back.
Kitty didn't seem to notice that he looked uncomfortable. She simply smiled seductively at him, and got up off of the bed. Walking to the door, she looked over her shoulder at him.
"See you tomorrow night on our double date. I'm ending it with Lance tomorrow night. That means I'll be single, Kurt. I'll be waiting for you." She said, and then walked through the door.
Kurt sat there, staring at the door in shock. It's true that half of him felt insanely happy about what had just happened. She had all but raped him right then and there. She had even made it very clear that she wanted him. She wanted to be his. And she wanted him to be hers. However, the other half of his mind was still thinking about that kiss, and what it meant. He couldn't get over how wrong it felt. Something was forced in her tears, he felt, forced in those tears and in that kiss. It was almost as if she were trying to claim ownership over him.
"And she's not Tabby." He heard himself say, and then sat there mystified by that thought.
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Kitty smiled the self-satisfied smile of a woman who can always get what she wants. She was sure that there was no way that the elf could resist her. Why would he? After all, he had spent over a year chasing after her. She was certain.
"He's mine. He's mine, he's mine, he's mine. Sorry, Tabby." She said in a sing-song voice, entering her room.
Marie was asleep, and Kitty quickly dressed to go to bed. She toyed with the idea of going back to Kurt's room in her nightgown, but quickly shook her head. She had already taken a "chance" by kissing him.
"Not a chance, really. I probably just gave him the thrill of his life." She thought smugly.
Climbing into bed, she finally felt satisfied. By tomorrow night, she would have just what she wanted. A boyfriend who would lavish affection on her and pay attention to every word she said. A boyfriend who would worship the ground that she walked on. By tomorrow night, she'd have Kurt.
Smiling, she went to sleep.
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Lance threw the door to the boardinghouse open. It flew to the wall, the knob leaving a dent. It was late, but the rest of the Brotherhood was still up and about. Pietro was watching a television in the living room. He could hear Todd upstairs, listening to rap music, and Fred was in the kitchen.
"Probably eating his ninth meal." Lance thought.
"Hey, Lance. So what's up? You seal the deal with Pretty Kitty?" Pietro asked.
"None of your business what's up with me and Kitty." Lance said, stomping up the stairs.
"Oooooh! Sounds like someone was denied!" Pietro called up after him.
Lance turned around at the top of the stairs, squinting his eyes. The ground in the living room began to shake, dust and flakes of the ceiling falling down on Pietro's head.
"Sorry! Sorry." Pietro said absentmindedly, brushing the dust from his hair.
Lance turned around and walked down the hallway, towards his room. He paused in front of Tabby's door, wondering if she were home or not. Putting his ear to her door, he could hear music playing within. Backing up, he knocked, and heard someone turn the music down. He heard footsteps coming towards the door, and then Tabby opened it.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked. He suddenly felt very nervous and excited.
"Nothing." She said.
"Oh."
The two stood there, looking at each other. After a couple of moments, Tabby shook her head slightly with a confused look in her eyes.
"Is there something that I can help you with?" She asked.
"Well, um, I was just wanting. . .a, um, female opinion on something." Lance said.
"Okay." Said Tabby, opening the door so that Lance could enter.
Lance walked past her, feeling his heart start to race. He felt like what he used to feel like around Kitty, before they had started to date. He walked towards her bed, and sat down on the edge of it. He couldn't bring himself to look Tabby in the face, and instead chose to play with a piece of the comforter. Tabby walked over to the bed, and sat down next to him.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Well, um, I don't think that Kitty and I are going to work out anymore." Lance said.
Tabby smiled inwardly.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah."
"Why?" Tabby asked.
"Well, I don't know. I just don't really think that we click anymore. I don't think that we ever really did. She's so interested in things that, well, I just don't give a damn about. Dating her has become a real drag."
"Wow. That must really suck, Lance."
"Yeah." He said.
"Of course, I don't know what's that's like at all, but I feel for ya." Tabby said, getting up from the bed and walking towards her mirror.
Lance watched her brush her hair in front of the mirror. She tried as hard as she could not to glance at him through the mirror. When she finally broke down and did, she found Lance staring back at her. He got up from the bed, and walked up behind her. Slowly, he put his arms around her stomach and pulled her to him.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" he asked, looking at the two of them in the mirror.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Seeing what we'd look like together." Lance said.
"And just why are you doing that?" Tabby asked, beginning to get lost in the moment. His arms were thick with muscle, but wasn't he squeezing her just a bit too tight?
"No reason, I guess." Lance said, disengaging from Tabby. "Listen, about this double date tomorrow. . ."
"What about it?" Tabby whispered, not daring to turn around, still looking at him through the mirror.
"Well, just lettin' you know. . .I won't be with Kitty by the end of it." Lance said.
"Why are you telling me?"
"Just wanted you to know."
Lance left her room, leaving her still staring into the mirror.
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Okay, so that's another chapter (I guess). I'm not super happy with the Tabby/Lance stuff at the end. I am pretty happy with the Kurt/Kitty stuff though. Anyhow, I just wanted to get this up to you guys, and I promise the next chapter will be better. Sorry. I'm a suck writer I guess. Anyhow. . .
Later.
