Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel or WB
property.
Notes: Well, I guess I'm going to have to go on with this story, apparently under pain of death. Or foot tickling (although that sounds like a "come on" Mrs. Trunks' Mom!). I was planning on this being the last chapter, although once I started writing it, it started to come much easier. Yeah, I know Kitty's pretty OOC, but hey, I think her dating Lance is pretty OOC, and that's actually in the cartoon! That's what I get for being a X-Men comic fan from way back, though. Anyhow, the story is nearing its conclusion. There's probably only one more chapter coming. Maybe two chapters, though. Hm.
For those of you who've just started reading this story, and not my others, and who have mentioned you like Kurtty, I have a series of four Kurtty stories that others seemed to have really liked. Look it up under my profile.
RedLion2: yeah, I've seen POTC four times now, and I just can't figure out how to write a fic for it. I'm actually studying up on pirate lore, and my girl and I are taking a vacation to Key West for our three year anniversary next month, so maybe I'll be inspired. I LOVE THE FLORIDA KEYS! Anyhow, I'll keep working, and expect a new chapter from you soon. SOON! Please. . .?!?
Raskolion Phoenix: Hahaha! That's cool! Thanks for the congrats! And as for how you think this'll end up, well, you're probably right. Read below, and you may feel vindicated.
Mrs. Trunks' Mom: That still sounds like a come on, but I'll take it! And watch out for those fences. They're dangerous.
NoSignYet: Yeah, I know it's kinda cliché, but it's also kinda my revenge on Kitty. Anyhow, read this chapter, and it may be explained.
RogueHobbit: I want to see that picture when you're done!
And finally, Electric Russian: Okay, I'm not scared anymore, but I'm still not certain why you're looking for racism in my stories. Anyhow, Tabby will see the errors of her ways! You let your guard down too soon! Tabby will realize the mistake she made. Promise! Glad you're still around.
More shout-outs later. Getting too long. Maybe I should move them to the end, but I want everyone to know that they're mentioned as soon as possible. I'll keep 'em here. I write for you guys, after all.
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Kurt sat at the lunch table with Kitty, watching her eat. It disturbed him. She took the smallest bites out of her salad, and then would chew each bite twenty-seven times. And then, she would purposefully not eat the rest of her food when she had only finished half of it. She was practically starving herself. She complained of hunger pains, but she refused to eat all of her food, even if it was a low fat salad. Sighing to himself, Kurt shook his head.
"I was, like, so hungry!" Kitty said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"You'll be hungry again in ten minutes if you don't eat ze rest of your food." Kurt said.
"No I won't!"
"Yes. You vill. You alvays complain about hunger pains after lunch, and it's because you don't finish your lunch." Kurt said, a little testily.
"What are you talking about?" Kitty demanded.
"Forget it." Kurt said, waving her off.
"No! I'm not gonna forget it! You wanna, like, explain to me what you meant?"
"Good job, Kurt." Scott said.
Kurt could hear Evan whisper to Jean "I miss when she sat with Lance."
"Vhat I meant, is zat you starve yourself. And for vhat?" Kurt said, standing up to her questioning.
"Starving myself? I'm totally not! I just watch what I eat." Kitty said.
"Jah. So do I. I vatch it as you dump most of it into ze trash."
"So I don't eat a ton like your whale of an ex-girlfriend! So what?" Kitty yelled.
The entire table drew a collective breath. Kurt's eyes widened, and Kitty smiled a triumphant smile.
"That'll, like, fix him." Kitty thought.
"Tabby. . .is not. . .fat." Kurt said.
"Whatever." Kitty said, looking back down at her salad.
"Take it back, Katzchen." She heard Kurt say.
"What?"
"Take it back. Take back vhat you just said."
"No."
"Take it back, Kitty!" Kurt said, his voice and temper rising.
"No. Why should I?" Kitty asked.
"Because if vas wrong. Because it vas mean. And because it's not true." Kurt said.
"Who cares. Kurt, like, maybe I should explain something to you. I'M your girlfriend. She's your EX-girlfriend."
"So zat makes it okay for you to make fun of someone who's still mein friend?" Kurt asked.
"Whatever. I'm going to class." Kitty said. She got up and left, dumping the remaining part of her lunch into the trash.
"Zhere she goes again." Kurt said absentmindedly.
The others were still staring at Kurt.
"Okay, Kurt. So tell us what the problem is." Evan said.
"Vas do you mean?" Kurt asked, looking back up at the rest of them.
"You chase Kitty for a year. And then you get her. Now, it's not exactly as if you're sweeping her off of her feet." Evan said.
"Vhat? Am I supposed to appease her every second of every day?" Kurt asked.
"Well, it is Kitty you're talking about." Scott said, prompting Jean to smack him on the back of the head.
"Kurt, Ah think it's kinda weird, too." Marie said. "We're not used ta seein' ya take up for yourself with her."
"Vell, let's just say zat I finally got vhat I zought I vanted, but it's not vhat I zought it vould be." Kurt said, exasperated.
Leaving the others with their mouths hanging open, Kurt left the table as well. He had definitely had enough. This was becoming obscenely ridiculous.
It had started from the moment Kitty had kissed him outside of that movie theater. The kiss had never changed. It was as cold and passionless as it had ever been. And then there was the question of sex. Kurt hadn't had sex with Kitty. Kurt was still a virgin. Kitty, however, had done everything she could possibly have done to change that. This made Kurt severely uncomfortable. He had actually taken to hiding lest Kitty find him in a compromising situation. He took a shower in a different bathroom every time he bathed.
He had seriously tried to give Kitty every chance he could, but the more he got to know her in a romantic relationship, the more he regretted being in that relationship. He missed being strictly her friend. He also found himself missing Tabby a lot. He and Tabby had tried to hang out since that night a month ago, but Kitty hadn't been too happy about it. He had spent most of a night trying to console his new girlfriend, who cried for about two hours straight, accusing him of cheating on her. Since then, he hadn't seen much of Tabby. And when he tried to talk to her at school, it seemed that Kitty or Lance was always getting in the way.
Kurt walked back into the building, becoming increasingly more upset.
Outside, Tabby watched him, and moved towards him. Unfortunately, Lance caught her by her arm and guided her back to his table. Looking over her shoulder, she threw Kurt one last longing look, and then turned back to Lance, and to her own disappointment.
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After school, Kitty was nowhere to be found. Scott, Jean, Marie, Evan and Kurt waited and waited, but no one knew where she was.
"She better hurry up. If I'm late for Mr. Logan's training session, I may as well shoot myself in the head." Said Marie.
"Kurt, you're her boyfriend." Scott said.
Kurt looked at him questioningly.
"Jah? And?" Kurt asked after a couple seconds of silence.
"So. . .why don't you go find her?" Scott asked.
"Vhy me?" Kurt demanded.
"You're her boyfriend. You can teleport. The rest of us have to get home." Evan said, sliding into the back of Scott's car.
"Just find a private place and teleport home with her." Jean said, putting her hand on Kurt's shoulder before getting into the passenger seat.
"Sorry, Fuzzy, gotta get home, ya know?" Marie said, a look of regret in her eyes.
Kurt watched as the four of them drove off campus.
"Great. So I'm her boyfriend. So vhat?" Kurt said, walking back towards the school to look for Kitty.
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"Well, aren't you dating that foreign exchange kid?" the boy asked.
"Kurt?!? No! I'm, like, totally not dating him. I mean, I'm kinda seeing him, but it's not serious or anything!" Kitty said.
Kitty was still standing at her locker. She was talking to a senior by the name of Brian Jennings who she had calculus with. Kitty thought he was really cute, and even though she was with Kurt, she couldn't help but lie. This guy she had a crush on over a year ago was totally talking to her! And he seemed interested!
"What Kurt doesn't know won't kill him." Kitty thought.
"So, then, you're free this weekend?" Brian asked, smiling and moving closer to her.
Kitty thought as quickly as she could. She wasn't free this weekend. Today was Friday, and she had a training session after Marie tonight. Tomorrow night was Saturday, and she had a date with Kurt. Not that she was looking forward to it anymore. She'd really rather go out with Brian tomorrow night, and now that she thought about it, she could probably make up some excuse to Kurt so that she could go out. She could tell him that she had to study with a friend from calculus. Which, as she'd be out with Brian, wouldn't be that big of a lie.
"Tomorrow night?" Kitty ventured.
"Tomorrow night." Brian said, and then leaned in for a kiss.
Kitty brought her lips up to his, hesitantly, until they touched. He was such a great kisser! Kurt never seemed to like kissing her, so this was great!
Leaning against the wall, Kurt smiled a grateful and bemused smile.
"Pick you up at seven." Brian said, walking away down the hall.
"See ya." Kitty said, breathless, watching him walk away.
She watched until he was gone. Then she stood there still, wondering just what in the hell she had just done. She had cheated on Kurt! Kurt! Her boyfriend! Her best friend! Then, she heard a voice next to her ear.
"Hello, Liebchen." Kurt said.
Kitty reeled around, looking extremely scared.
"Kurt! Like, how long have you been there?" Kitty asked.
"Long enough." Kurt said, trying to look stern. This was pretty hard since a smile was tugging on the corners of his mouth.
"Kurt! I'm so sorry! Listen, I didn't mean to. . ."
"Kitty! Be quiet for a minute!" Kurt said.
"Okay." Kitty said, bracing herself to be yelled at.
"I'm not mad at you." Kurt said.
Kitty was silent for a moment, a look of confusion coming over her face.
"You're not?" Kitty asked.
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Kitty, are you happy in our relationship?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Kitty asked.
"Kitty, listen to me, okay? Are you really happy?"
Kitty thought for a moment, and then looked down at the floor.
"No." she said.
"I didn't zink so." Kurt said.
"I don't think that you really like me." Kitty said, still looking at her feet.
"Kitty, for a year, zhere vas no ozzer zought in my head but to love you. I couldn't control my emotions for you. But zings change over time. People change."
"So you don't like me anymore?"
"Oh, Katzchen, I do. I love you. But not like zis. You are mein friend. I can't love you as anyzing more. And as so, I can't expect you to hang around." Kurt said.
"It's Tabby, isn't it?" Kitty asked.
"I don't know vhat my feelings are for Tabby."
"She's lucky, you know. I really wanted things to work out between us, Kurt. I really, really did." Kitty said.
"I vish zey could haff."
"So we're breaking up." Kitty said aloud.
"Jah. Unless you're into something kinky between you, Brian and I, vhich if zat's so, I haff to tell you I don't zink I'm into zat." Kurt said, smiling.
"Shut up!" Kitty said, playfully punching Kurt on the arm.
"But, jah, ve are breaking up."
"Okay." Kitty said, looking into Kurt's eyes. "But, um, I hope you won't, like, be freaked out if I tell you that I'll always wonder what it could have been like.
"And I'm not saying zat I von't. And for all ve know, Katzchen, zings might change in ze future."
"I know. I'm sorry that it had to happen like this, though. We can still be friends, right?"
"Of course." Kurt said, hugging her.
Kitty hugged him back and then pulled away.
"I'm guessing the others are gone now, huh?" she asked, wiping her eyes.
"Jah. Zey left, so you haff to go home viz me." Kurt said.
"Oh great. Not only am I sad, but now I get to be sick from teleporting, too." She joked.
The two of them laughed, and then walked out of the school together.
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"Come on, Tabby! You've been holding out for a month now!" Lance yelled.
Lance was lying on his bed, his shirt off. Tabby was sitting on the edge of it, crying. Her shirt was off as well, but her bra was still on, though not from Lance's lack of trying to take it off.
"I'm not ready for this, Lance." Tabby said.
"Oh, but you were ready for it with Fuzzy Butt, huh?" Lance asked. "I guarantee you it'll be better with me. At least I won't leave fur all over you clothes."
"Why don't you shut up, Lance?" Tabby asked, reeling on him. "I swear to God, if I have to listen to you much more, I may kill you."
Tabby got up off of his bed, drying her eyes and putting her shirt back on.
"This was a mistake." Tabby said.
"What was?" Lance asked.
"You. You were a mistake. No. Strike that. Having any amount of feelings for you was a mistake. And to think that I gave up on something that could have been great, and that I gave it up for you. . .makes me sick."
"Oh, because you're so great?" Lance asked, sitting up and lighting a cigarette. "Let me tell you something, you should be thankful that I ever took an interest in you. No one would date you except for some little demon-looking freak, and I'M the mistake?"
"Yeah, yeah you are." Tabby said.
"Whatever. Why don't you leave? We'll sort this out tomorrow." Lance said.
"No we won't."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lance asked.
"It's means that we're over." Tabby answered. "I'm sick of the way you treat me. I'm not some prize. I'm not a thing. I'm not someone who you try to fuck when you have nothing else better to do."
"What?!? I don't try. . ." Lance began.
"Oh yes you do."
Tabby bent over the bed, putting her shoes on.
"Listen, baby, we can figure this out. Maybe if you just lay back down with me. . ." Lance said, sitting up and rubbing her shoulders. ". . .we can just, you know, have some fun and forget this ever happened. I don't blame you. That furry freak probably messed you up. You don't know what a normal relationship is like after dating a demon."
Tabby shrugged his hands off of her shoulders and turned around to look Lance in the eyes.
"You are pathetic, and you make me sick." She said, and got up and left the room.
"Then you can get the hell out of this house!" Lance yelled back at her, smoke swirling around his head.
Tabby walked down the hall and towards her room. Entering, she slammed the door shut and threw herself on to her bed, sobbing into her pillows. She knew that she had done this to herself, and she couldn't think of any way out of it. She wanted to leave this house. In truth, she wanted to leave it a month ago when her and Lance had started dating. He had done things to her that were tantamount to date rape. The last thing that she wanted to do was to go on living in the boardinghouse. But what other options were open to her? She had nowhere else to go. Her family didn't want anything to do with her because she was a mutant, and her father was in prison. Not that she'd go back to him anyhow. He'd probably just use her to rob someplace again.
Drying her eyes, she turned onto her side. The framed picture of her and Kurt was still there. Smiling, she remembered that day. As part of their plan, Kurt had invited her to the Institute on a Saturday that they had a big barbecue. Everyone was eating, swimming, playing volleyball, and for the first time in a long time, Tabby had regretted leaving. Kurt had made her feel so comfortable there that she had thought about moving back in. Then it hit her. She could move back into the Xavier Institute! Maybe if she could talk to Professor Xavier, he'd take her back.
Sighing, she shut her eyes and tried to think of what she would say. She had to get out of here. It wasn't that she felt unsafe here. Well, not quite. However, she knew that she couldn't go on living here.
And she'd be closer to Kurt. And even though she knew he was with Kitty now, just being close to him would make her feel so much better.
Opening her eyes, she smiled at the picture of them together, closed her eyes again, and then drifted off to sleep.
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So there ya go. Kurt and Kitty are broken up, and so have Lance and Tabby. Of course, Kurt and Tabby don't know that the other one is single. Like the sands of time, these are the days of our lives. This is so soap opera that it's funny. But I still dig the story, and I'm glad you guys and gals do as well. And to let everyone know, I'm thinking of a couple of different stories to start on when I'm done with this one. One idea is a Kingdom Hearts story. Another is a POTC story. I have an idea for a LOTR story, and of course, about 5677372549726987 ideas for X-Men and X-Men: Evolution. We'll see.
Later.
Notes: Well, I guess I'm going to have to go on with this story, apparently under pain of death. Or foot tickling (although that sounds like a "come on" Mrs. Trunks' Mom!). I was planning on this being the last chapter, although once I started writing it, it started to come much easier. Yeah, I know Kitty's pretty OOC, but hey, I think her dating Lance is pretty OOC, and that's actually in the cartoon! That's what I get for being a X-Men comic fan from way back, though. Anyhow, the story is nearing its conclusion. There's probably only one more chapter coming. Maybe two chapters, though. Hm.
For those of you who've just started reading this story, and not my others, and who have mentioned you like Kurtty, I have a series of four Kurtty stories that others seemed to have really liked. Look it up under my profile.
RedLion2: yeah, I've seen POTC four times now, and I just can't figure out how to write a fic for it. I'm actually studying up on pirate lore, and my girl and I are taking a vacation to Key West for our three year anniversary next month, so maybe I'll be inspired. I LOVE THE FLORIDA KEYS! Anyhow, I'll keep working, and expect a new chapter from you soon. SOON! Please. . .?!?
Raskolion Phoenix: Hahaha! That's cool! Thanks for the congrats! And as for how you think this'll end up, well, you're probably right. Read below, and you may feel vindicated.
Mrs. Trunks' Mom: That still sounds like a come on, but I'll take it! And watch out for those fences. They're dangerous.
NoSignYet: Yeah, I know it's kinda cliché, but it's also kinda my revenge on Kitty. Anyhow, read this chapter, and it may be explained.
RogueHobbit: I want to see that picture when you're done!
And finally, Electric Russian: Okay, I'm not scared anymore, but I'm still not certain why you're looking for racism in my stories. Anyhow, Tabby will see the errors of her ways! You let your guard down too soon! Tabby will realize the mistake she made. Promise! Glad you're still around.
More shout-outs later. Getting too long. Maybe I should move them to the end, but I want everyone to know that they're mentioned as soon as possible. I'll keep 'em here. I write for you guys, after all.
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Kurt sat at the lunch table with Kitty, watching her eat. It disturbed him. She took the smallest bites out of her salad, and then would chew each bite twenty-seven times. And then, she would purposefully not eat the rest of her food when she had only finished half of it. She was practically starving herself. She complained of hunger pains, but she refused to eat all of her food, even if it was a low fat salad. Sighing to himself, Kurt shook his head.
"I was, like, so hungry!" Kitty said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"You'll be hungry again in ten minutes if you don't eat ze rest of your food." Kurt said.
"No I won't!"
"Yes. You vill. You alvays complain about hunger pains after lunch, and it's because you don't finish your lunch." Kurt said, a little testily.
"What are you talking about?" Kitty demanded.
"Forget it." Kurt said, waving her off.
"No! I'm not gonna forget it! You wanna, like, explain to me what you meant?"
"Good job, Kurt." Scott said.
Kurt could hear Evan whisper to Jean "I miss when she sat with Lance."
"Vhat I meant, is zat you starve yourself. And for vhat?" Kurt said, standing up to her questioning.
"Starving myself? I'm totally not! I just watch what I eat." Kitty said.
"Jah. So do I. I vatch it as you dump most of it into ze trash."
"So I don't eat a ton like your whale of an ex-girlfriend! So what?" Kitty yelled.
The entire table drew a collective breath. Kurt's eyes widened, and Kitty smiled a triumphant smile.
"That'll, like, fix him." Kitty thought.
"Tabby. . .is not. . .fat." Kurt said.
"Whatever." Kitty said, looking back down at her salad.
"Take it back, Katzchen." She heard Kurt say.
"What?"
"Take it back. Take back vhat you just said."
"No."
"Take it back, Kitty!" Kurt said, his voice and temper rising.
"No. Why should I?" Kitty asked.
"Because if vas wrong. Because it vas mean. And because it's not true." Kurt said.
"Who cares. Kurt, like, maybe I should explain something to you. I'M your girlfriend. She's your EX-girlfriend."
"So zat makes it okay for you to make fun of someone who's still mein friend?" Kurt asked.
"Whatever. I'm going to class." Kitty said. She got up and left, dumping the remaining part of her lunch into the trash.
"Zhere she goes again." Kurt said absentmindedly.
The others were still staring at Kurt.
"Okay, Kurt. So tell us what the problem is." Evan said.
"Vas do you mean?" Kurt asked, looking back up at the rest of them.
"You chase Kitty for a year. And then you get her. Now, it's not exactly as if you're sweeping her off of her feet." Evan said.
"Vhat? Am I supposed to appease her every second of every day?" Kurt asked.
"Well, it is Kitty you're talking about." Scott said, prompting Jean to smack him on the back of the head.
"Kurt, Ah think it's kinda weird, too." Marie said. "We're not used ta seein' ya take up for yourself with her."
"Vell, let's just say zat I finally got vhat I zought I vanted, but it's not vhat I zought it vould be." Kurt said, exasperated.
Leaving the others with their mouths hanging open, Kurt left the table as well. He had definitely had enough. This was becoming obscenely ridiculous.
It had started from the moment Kitty had kissed him outside of that movie theater. The kiss had never changed. It was as cold and passionless as it had ever been. And then there was the question of sex. Kurt hadn't had sex with Kitty. Kurt was still a virgin. Kitty, however, had done everything she could possibly have done to change that. This made Kurt severely uncomfortable. He had actually taken to hiding lest Kitty find him in a compromising situation. He took a shower in a different bathroom every time he bathed.
He had seriously tried to give Kitty every chance he could, but the more he got to know her in a romantic relationship, the more he regretted being in that relationship. He missed being strictly her friend. He also found himself missing Tabby a lot. He and Tabby had tried to hang out since that night a month ago, but Kitty hadn't been too happy about it. He had spent most of a night trying to console his new girlfriend, who cried for about two hours straight, accusing him of cheating on her. Since then, he hadn't seen much of Tabby. And when he tried to talk to her at school, it seemed that Kitty or Lance was always getting in the way.
Kurt walked back into the building, becoming increasingly more upset.
Outside, Tabby watched him, and moved towards him. Unfortunately, Lance caught her by her arm and guided her back to his table. Looking over her shoulder, she threw Kurt one last longing look, and then turned back to Lance, and to her own disappointment.
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After school, Kitty was nowhere to be found. Scott, Jean, Marie, Evan and Kurt waited and waited, but no one knew where she was.
"She better hurry up. If I'm late for Mr. Logan's training session, I may as well shoot myself in the head." Said Marie.
"Kurt, you're her boyfriend." Scott said.
Kurt looked at him questioningly.
"Jah? And?" Kurt asked after a couple seconds of silence.
"So. . .why don't you go find her?" Scott asked.
"Vhy me?" Kurt demanded.
"You're her boyfriend. You can teleport. The rest of us have to get home." Evan said, sliding into the back of Scott's car.
"Just find a private place and teleport home with her." Jean said, putting her hand on Kurt's shoulder before getting into the passenger seat.
"Sorry, Fuzzy, gotta get home, ya know?" Marie said, a look of regret in her eyes.
Kurt watched as the four of them drove off campus.
"Great. So I'm her boyfriend. So vhat?" Kurt said, walking back towards the school to look for Kitty.
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"Well, aren't you dating that foreign exchange kid?" the boy asked.
"Kurt?!? No! I'm, like, totally not dating him. I mean, I'm kinda seeing him, but it's not serious or anything!" Kitty said.
Kitty was still standing at her locker. She was talking to a senior by the name of Brian Jennings who she had calculus with. Kitty thought he was really cute, and even though she was with Kurt, she couldn't help but lie. This guy she had a crush on over a year ago was totally talking to her! And he seemed interested!
"What Kurt doesn't know won't kill him." Kitty thought.
"So, then, you're free this weekend?" Brian asked, smiling and moving closer to her.
Kitty thought as quickly as she could. She wasn't free this weekend. Today was Friday, and she had a training session after Marie tonight. Tomorrow night was Saturday, and she had a date with Kurt. Not that she was looking forward to it anymore. She'd really rather go out with Brian tomorrow night, and now that she thought about it, she could probably make up some excuse to Kurt so that she could go out. She could tell him that she had to study with a friend from calculus. Which, as she'd be out with Brian, wouldn't be that big of a lie.
"Tomorrow night?" Kitty ventured.
"Tomorrow night." Brian said, and then leaned in for a kiss.
Kitty brought her lips up to his, hesitantly, until they touched. He was such a great kisser! Kurt never seemed to like kissing her, so this was great!
Leaning against the wall, Kurt smiled a grateful and bemused smile.
"Pick you up at seven." Brian said, walking away down the hall.
"See ya." Kitty said, breathless, watching him walk away.
She watched until he was gone. Then she stood there still, wondering just what in the hell she had just done. She had cheated on Kurt! Kurt! Her boyfriend! Her best friend! Then, she heard a voice next to her ear.
"Hello, Liebchen." Kurt said.
Kitty reeled around, looking extremely scared.
"Kurt! Like, how long have you been there?" Kitty asked.
"Long enough." Kurt said, trying to look stern. This was pretty hard since a smile was tugging on the corners of his mouth.
"Kurt! I'm so sorry! Listen, I didn't mean to. . ."
"Kitty! Be quiet for a minute!" Kurt said.
"Okay." Kitty said, bracing herself to be yelled at.
"I'm not mad at you." Kurt said.
Kitty was silent for a moment, a look of confusion coming over her face.
"You're not?" Kitty asked.
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Kitty, are you happy in our relationship?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Kitty asked.
"Kitty, listen to me, okay? Are you really happy?"
Kitty thought for a moment, and then looked down at the floor.
"No." she said.
"I didn't zink so." Kurt said.
"I don't think that you really like me." Kitty said, still looking at her feet.
"Kitty, for a year, zhere vas no ozzer zought in my head but to love you. I couldn't control my emotions for you. But zings change over time. People change."
"So you don't like me anymore?"
"Oh, Katzchen, I do. I love you. But not like zis. You are mein friend. I can't love you as anyzing more. And as so, I can't expect you to hang around." Kurt said.
"It's Tabby, isn't it?" Kitty asked.
"I don't know vhat my feelings are for Tabby."
"She's lucky, you know. I really wanted things to work out between us, Kurt. I really, really did." Kitty said.
"I vish zey could haff."
"So we're breaking up." Kitty said aloud.
"Jah. Unless you're into something kinky between you, Brian and I, vhich if zat's so, I haff to tell you I don't zink I'm into zat." Kurt said, smiling.
"Shut up!" Kitty said, playfully punching Kurt on the arm.
"But, jah, ve are breaking up."
"Okay." Kitty said, looking into Kurt's eyes. "But, um, I hope you won't, like, be freaked out if I tell you that I'll always wonder what it could have been like.
"And I'm not saying zat I von't. And for all ve know, Katzchen, zings might change in ze future."
"I know. I'm sorry that it had to happen like this, though. We can still be friends, right?"
"Of course." Kurt said, hugging her.
Kitty hugged him back and then pulled away.
"I'm guessing the others are gone now, huh?" she asked, wiping her eyes.
"Jah. Zey left, so you haff to go home viz me." Kurt said.
"Oh great. Not only am I sad, but now I get to be sick from teleporting, too." She joked.
The two of them laughed, and then walked out of the school together.
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"Come on, Tabby! You've been holding out for a month now!" Lance yelled.
Lance was lying on his bed, his shirt off. Tabby was sitting on the edge of it, crying. Her shirt was off as well, but her bra was still on, though not from Lance's lack of trying to take it off.
"I'm not ready for this, Lance." Tabby said.
"Oh, but you were ready for it with Fuzzy Butt, huh?" Lance asked. "I guarantee you it'll be better with me. At least I won't leave fur all over you clothes."
"Why don't you shut up, Lance?" Tabby asked, reeling on him. "I swear to God, if I have to listen to you much more, I may kill you."
Tabby got up off of his bed, drying her eyes and putting her shirt back on.
"This was a mistake." Tabby said.
"What was?" Lance asked.
"You. You were a mistake. No. Strike that. Having any amount of feelings for you was a mistake. And to think that I gave up on something that could have been great, and that I gave it up for you. . .makes me sick."
"Oh, because you're so great?" Lance asked, sitting up and lighting a cigarette. "Let me tell you something, you should be thankful that I ever took an interest in you. No one would date you except for some little demon-looking freak, and I'M the mistake?"
"Yeah, yeah you are." Tabby said.
"Whatever. Why don't you leave? We'll sort this out tomorrow." Lance said.
"No we won't."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lance asked.
"It's means that we're over." Tabby answered. "I'm sick of the way you treat me. I'm not some prize. I'm not a thing. I'm not someone who you try to fuck when you have nothing else better to do."
"What?!? I don't try. . ." Lance began.
"Oh yes you do."
Tabby bent over the bed, putting her shoes on.
"Listen, baby, we can figure this out. Maybe if you just lay back down with me. . ." Lance said, sitting up and rubbing her shoulders. ". . .we can just, you know, have some fun and forget this ever happened. I don't blame you. That furry freak probably messed you up. You don't know what a normal relationship is like after dating a demon."
Tabby shrugged his hands off of her shoulders and turned around to look Lance in the eyes.
"You are pathetic, and you make me sick." She said, and got up and left the room.
"Then you can get the hell out of this house!" Lance yelled back at her, smoke swirling around his head.
Tabby walked down the hall and towards her room. Entering, she slammed the door shut and threw herself on to her bed, sobbing into her pillows. She knew that she had done this to herself, and she couldn't think of any way out of it. She wanted to leave this house. In truth, she wanted to leave it a month ago when her and Lance had started dating. He had done things to her that were tantamount to date rape. The last thing that she wanted to do was to go on living in the boardinghouse. But what other options were open to her? She had nowhere else to go. Her family didn't want anything to do with her because she was a mutant, and her father was in prison. Not that she'd go back to him anyhow. He'd probably just use her to rob someplace again.
Drying her eyes, she turned onto her side. The framed picture of her and Kurt was still there. Smiling, she remembered that day. As part of their plan, Kurt had invited her to the Institute on a Saturday that they had a big barbecue. Everyone was eating, swimming, playing volleyball, and for the first time in a long time, Tabby had regretted leaving. Kurt had made her feel so comfortable there that she had thought about moving back in. Then it hit her. She could move back into the Xavier Institute! Maybe if she could talk to Professor Xavier, he'd take her back.
Sighing, she shut her eyes and tried to think of what she would say. She had to get out of here. It wasn't that she felt unsafe here. Well, not quite. However, she knew that she couldn't go on living here.
And she'd be closer to Kurt. And even though she knew he was with Kitty now, just being close to him would make her feel so much better.
Opening her eyes, she smiled at the picture of them together, closed her eyes again, and then drifted off to sleep.
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So there ya go. Kurt and Kitty are broken up, and so have Lance and Tabby. Of course, Kurt and Tabby don't know that the other one is single. Like the sands of time, these are the days of our lives. This is so soap opera that it's funny. But I still dig the story, and I'm glad you guys and gals do as well. And to let everyone know, I'm thinking of a couple of different stories to start on when I'm done with this one. One idea is a Kingdom Hearts story. Another is a POTC story. I have an idea for a LOTR story, and of course, about 5677372549726987 ideas for X-Men and X-Men: Evolution. We'll see.
Later.
