Disclaimer: No point in suing me, I'm broke.
Okay, fans. I have been a horrible author lately, and I'm sorry for it. The last 2 chappies were crap, and I know it. I'm just not good at fluff, ya know? Anyways, please forgive me. I will try my best to write good interesting chappies from now on. Capiche? Caposh.
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Kitty looked down at the covers, picking out a piece of lint. Her infirmary room was devoid of visitors. Kitty felt lonely. She had become accustomed to friends dropping by.
Kurt had visited her everyday for the past week. She was eternally grateful for it, too. He had been such a strong support to her, and he never once asked about her- er- history. Tomorrow would be her last day on bed rest. She would finally be able to leave this god-forsaken room.
Kurt knew Kitty felt uncomfortably about everything. She sighed. She could hardly stand to look at herself in the mirror anymore. For the past week on bed rest, she had nothing to do but go over every moment after dinner those two weeks ago.
"Knock, knock!" came the accented voice from behind her door. "Hi, Katz. How are ya feeling?" he asked. He walked in, his arms filled with a batch of wildflowers.
"For me?" Kitty asked innocently, blushing.
"Actually, no." Kurt said. "Mr. McCoy has been feeling jealous of all the attention I'm giving you, so I thought he deserved a treat." Kurt joked, laughing.
"Oh, come one!" Kitty cried, playfully hitting him with the back of her hand.
Kurt changed the roses he had given her yesterday with the fresh ones. Kitty watched lovingly as he fiddled around with the vase.
Sometimes, when they'd be talking, she'd get this strange feeling in the back of her head. It was like the residue of a conversation that had taken place, which her subconscious had figured was worth keeping.
She smiled to herself. Yesterday, she had actually heard Kurt's voice, inside her head. It was a bit muffled, but it sounded like, "Don't you see Katz-?" Then the voice went all static-y.
Kitty snapped back to the present when Kurt sat lightly on her bed. He looked nervous, like he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"Kurt?" Kitty asked. "You okay?"
"Yes, Katzchen. I'm fine." he said, his smile boring through his eyes. "Listen, Katz. There's something I need to tell you."
"Yes?" Kitty urged him on. She felt anxious, as if waiting to get a load lifted off her.
Kitty loved Kurt. At first she denied it. She didn't think she was ready for another boyfriend, and she was scared of Kurt's looks. But that wasn't true anymore. She now knew what she felt was undeniable. She loved him with all her heart, and everyday she wondered if he felt the same. She loved him.
She loved the way his cute fangs showed whenever he smiled. She loved the way he knew exactly what she was feeling, and how to react to it. She loved how he knew exactly the right time to start acting serious, and be a good friend.
When Kitty had first met him, she had been a naïve little girl. _So much has happened in such a short amount of time! _ Kitty mused to herself. She had grown up. She could look past appearances now, and Kurt's was no exception.
Kitty loved Kurt's looks. She loved his individuality, even if he saw it as a curse. His blue fur was soft, and she could practically feel it caressing her cheeks. His golden eyes shone like a cats', and Kitty could feel them radiating life and love.
His ears were cute, all pointy like that. And she didn't want to be a pervert, but the things she could imagine doing with that tail.Kitty shuddered from joy, and shook the thoughts from her head.
Kitty laughed. She could see Kurt was nervous. His normally dark blue fur was a deep purple around his cheeks, and his eyes were darting around the floor. His tail was swishing back and forth quickly, like a paper caught in an updraft.
Suddenly, like a flash of lightening, she felt a sharp burst in her head.
"Ow," she moaned, leaning down, and rubbing the spot of pain.
"Kitty!" Kurt jumped up. "Are you alright? Should I get Hank?" he asked nervously.
"No, Kurt." Kitty said. "I'm fine. I just had a slight headache. Sit down, Kurt. I'm fine!" she insisted. Kurt looked reluctant, but sat down.
"Now go on with what you were saying," Kitty urged, still looking down. She cracked her neck, and looked up at the elf. She looked at his soft, golden eyes. His slight smile warmed her heart.
Then it happened. She heard his voice, but deep, and inside her head. She heard it all.
"Don't you see, Katz? I love you."
Kitty was overwhelmed. Had this been a conversation? Was just just making something up from her head. Had she desired so strongly for Kurt to love her, like she did him, that she had created that out of nothing?
Somehow, she didn't think so. She- she-hadn't known he felt this way. Kitty became overjoyed. He loved her, like she loved him.
"Oh, Kurt!" Kitty cried, enveloping him in a hug. She had never been so happy in her life.
"Huh?" Kurt asked. He felt her tighten herself around his waist, and he felt a small shiver. He hugged her back, and the two embraced. He didn't know what he had done, but he had to figure it out, to use it later!
He sat there, just loving Kitty, when he heard it, small, and unsure.
"I love you, too."
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P.S. *My name is Sashi, and I'm a cliff-hanger-aholic. * Everyone sounds out, *Hi, Sashi. * LOL, well, there you are Kurtty fans. I really liked this chappy. I'm sorry again about the other two, consider this one an apology gift from me to you. Ugh, even to me that sounded Disney. LOL. I'm going to write another chappy now, but it'll be an author's not explaining everything. Capiche? Capoche.
Okay, fans. I have been a horrible author lately, and I'm sorry for it. The last 2 chappies were crap, and I know it. I'm just not good at fluff, ya know? Anyways, please forgive me. I will try my best to write good interesting chappies from now on. Capiche? Caposh.
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Kitty looked down at the covers, picking out a piece of lint. Her infirmary room was devoid of visitors. Kitty felt lonely. She had become accustomed to friends dropping by.
Kurt had visited her everyday for the past week. She was eternally grateful for it, too. He had been such a strong support to her, and he never once asked about her- er- history. Tomorrow would be her last day on bed rest. She would finally be able to leave this god-forsaken room.
Kurt knew Kitty felt uncomfortably about everything. She sighed. She could hardly stand to look at herself in the mirror anymore. For the past week on bed rest, she had nothing to do but go over every moment after dinner those two weeks ago.
"Knock, knock!" came the accented voice from behind her door. "Hi, Katz. How are ya feeling?" he asked. He walked in, his arms filled with a batch of wildflowers.
"For me?" Kitty asked innocently, blushing.
"Actually, no." Kurt said. "Mr. McCoy has been feeling jealous of all the attention I'm giving you, so I thought he deserved a treat." Kurt joked, laughing.
"Oh, come one!" Kitty cried, playfully hitting him with the back of her hand.
Kurt changed the roses he had given her yesterday with the fresh ones. Kitty watched lovingly as he fiddled around with the vase.
Sometimes, when they'd be talking, she'd get this strange feeling in the back of her head. It was like the residue of a conversation that had taken place, which her subconscious had figured was worth keeping.
She smiled to herself. Yesterday, she had actually heard Kurt's voice, inside her head. It was a bit muffled, but it sounded like, "Don't you see Katz-?" Then the voice went all static-y.
Kitty snapped back to the present when Kurt sat lightly on her bed. He looked nervous, like he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"Kurt?" Kitty asked. "You okay?"
"Yes, Katzchen. I'm fine." he said, his smile boring through his eyes. "Listen, Katz. There's something I need to tell you."
"Yes?" Kitty urged him on. She felt anxious, as if waiting to get a load lifted off her.
Kitty loved Kurt. At first she denied it. She didn't think she was ready for another boyfriend, and she was scared of Kurt's looks. But that wasn't true anymore. She now knew what she felt was undeniable. She loved him with all her heart, and everyday she wondered if he felt the same. She loved him.
She loved the way his cute fangs showed whenever he smiled. She loved the way he knew exactly what she was feeling, and how to react to it. She loved how he knew exactly the right time to start acting serious, and be a good friend.
When Kitty had first met him, she had been a naïve little girl. _So much has happened in such a short amount of time! _ Kitty mused to herself. She had grown up. She could look past appearances now, and Kurt's was no exception.
Kitty loved Kurt's looks. She loved his individuality, even if he saw it as a curse. His blue fur was soft, and she could practically feel it caressing her cheeks. His golden eyes shone like a cats', and Kitty could feel them radiating life and love.
His ears were cute, all pointy like that. And she didn't want to be a pervert, but the things she could imagine doing with that tail.Kitty shuddered from joy, and shook the thoughts from her head.
Kitty laughed. She could see Kurt was nervous. His normally dark blue fur was a deep purple around his cheeks, and his eyes were darting around the floor. His tail was swishing back and forth quickly, like a paper caught in an updraft.
Suddenly, like a flash of lightening, she felt a sharp burst in her head.
"Ow," she moaned, leaning down, and rubbing the spot of pain.
"Kitty!" Kurt jumped up. "Are you alright? Should I get Hank?" he asked nervously.
"No, Kurt." Kitty said. "I'm fine. I just had a slight headache. Sit down, Kurt. I'm fine!" she insisted. Kurt looked reluctant, but sat down.
"Now go on with what you were saying," Kitty urged, still looking down. She cracked her neck, and looked up at the elf. She looked at his soft, golden eyes. His slight smile warmed her heart.
Then it happened. She heard his voice, but deep, and inside her head. She heard it all.
"Don't you see, Katz? I love you."
Kitty was overwhelmed. Had this been a conversation? Was just just making something up from her head. Had she desired so strongly for Kurt to love her, like she did him, that she had created that out of nothing?
Somehow, she didn't think so. She- she-hadn't known he felt this way. Kitty became overjoyed. He loved her, like she loved him.
"Oh, Kurt!" Kitty cried, enveloping him in a hug. She had never been so happy in her life.
"Huh?" Kurt asked. He felt her tighten herself around his waist, and he felt a small shiver. He hugged her back, and the two embraced. He didn't know what he had done, but he had to figure it out, to use it later!
He sat there, just loving Kitty, when he heard it, small, and unsure.
"I love you, too."
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P.S. *My name is Sashi, and I'm a cliff-hanger-aholic. * Everyone sounds out, *Hi, Sashi. * LOL, well, there you are Kurtty fans. I really liked this chappy. I'm sorry again about the other two, consider this one an apology gift from me to you. Ugh, even to me that sounded Disney. LOL. I'm going to write another chappy now, but it'll be an author's not explaining everything. Capiche? Capoche.