It's later. Maggie's still cooking, and Ororo and Jean are making a
schedule for the week. Rogue's watching them and Charlie's in his private
bathroom, sulking. Logan's in his bedroom, sulking. Katherine and Kurt are
watching TV together, talking.
"So, in German," Kurt explains, "you say--"
Katherine cuts him off. "Kurt, do you have to talk so much?"
"You SAID you wanted me to teach you German!" Kurt says, irritated.
"I lied," she replies casually. "This is nice though, isn't it?"
"Vas ist?"
"Just me, and you, alone..." Katherine shuffles a few inches along the sofa closer to Kurt.
"Erm, ja," Kurt agrees. "Gut. Toll."
Katherine giggles, not bothering to ask him to translate. "So did you ever write back to the pole dancing associations?"
"Ja, ein," Kurt sighs. "I want to try it, once, at least."
"Great!" Katherine says happily. "Can I watch?"
Kurt jumps. The exact words going through his mind at that moment had been, "I wonder if Wolvie can come and watch?" But he nods at Katherine, who squeals with glee, and then goes back to watching the television screen.
"Katherine?" he glances at her. "Vhy are ve vatching... vhatever this is?"
Katherine pauses for a moment to try and work out what Kurt's just said. German accents can be REALLY annoying sometimes, she thinks to herself. But she thinks it's cute too, so she can't argue. Instead she takes her eyes off Kurt's fur and on to the television where a woman is running screaming out of a theatre, a great big lump of what looks like blackcurrant jelly chasing after her.
"It's some old fifties movie called 'The Blob'," she announces, after consulting the TV guide.
"It sucks," Kurt says, watching as hundreds of people run from the jelly. The jelly slurps up a dog as it goes.
"Maybe people scared easier in the fifties," she offers. "Maybe if Logan carries on getting his memory back, we can ask him. Or ask Charlie or Maggie." She sniffs the air. "Talking of Maggie, wasn't he supposed to be cooking? Not burning the mansion down?"
"Ja," Kurt answers. "Aber that smells like smoke."
"Smells like your fur," Katherine offers. She buries her nose in Kurt's arm. "Actually, I like that fresh bamf smell. It's so..." She searches for the right word and can only come up with one. "Kurt."
Kurt's not sure whether that's a compliment or not. But they begin talking about "that fresh bamf smell" and forget all about the potential kitchen disaster Maggie's cooking up.
"All those brimstone type smells," Katherine continues, "They remind me of you." She sighs deeply.
"Everyone else says it stinks..." Kurt says miserably. "Rogue did. It was after I bamfed off but I still heard her." He wonders why he cares more what Rogue thinks than what Katherine thinks.
Katherine almost opens her mouth and says, 'Logan doesn't', but changes her mind at the last minute. "Well I like it." She shuffles up to Kurt so close she's almost in his lap. Kurt tries to shuffle a long a bit in the other direction but finds himself on the edge of the sofa already.
"Kurt..." Katherine begins, as if about to ask a question. "I..." she stops.
"Vas?" Kurt asks, afraid of hearing the answer.
"No, nothing," Katherine says hurriedly. "Really." There's a long silence. "Kurt... you want to, erm, go out for a pizza or something, sometime? Tomorrow night, maybe?"
Uh oh. Conflict of thoughts. Yes, Kurt wants pizza. Kurt loves pizza. A date with Katherine he's not so sure about, but it's pizza! Alright, yes then. "Ja, okay."
Katherine grins. "Great! If you wanted we could maybe see a movie as well."
"Can we have popcorn?" Kurt suggests hopefully.
"Yeah, why not?" Katherine shrugs, happily. Kurt's just happy about the promise of junk food.
* * * * *
Maggie's dinner for the X-Team mysteriously disappeared, so it was once again takeaway pizza for them all. There was a short argument over the pizza, and they ended up with seven different pizzas. Kurt ate most of them. Now it's two am, and nearly everyone is asleep, except Katherine who has an important article to finish for a one-off magazine called "New York's Most Unpopular Superheroes".
"And so," she types, "we would be far more popular if there weren't scheming, cheating, dirty rotten down right evil superheroes out there like". She pauses. Like who? Ah. "Daredevil." She hits save and then switches her laptop off, and drags herself into bed.
She falls asleep almost instantly, having tired herself out finishing that article for tomorrow. Never mind. She can sleep easy now, not knowing of the lawsuits that are bound to come flying her way soon as a result of calling Daredevil a "scheming, cheating, dirty rotten downright evil superhero".
Or she would be able to sleep easy. There's a loud bamf and the room suddenly stinks of sulphur, not to mention the fact that someone skinny, blue and fuzzy has just appeared in the bed next to her. She awakes with a jolt.
"Kurt, what are you doing?" she asks urgently, rubbing her eyes.
"Ich weiss nicht," he says honestly. He wakes up enough to remember to talk in English. "I was asleep, and then I must have just bamfed in my sleep into your room. I suppose I must been dreaming of..." He trails off.
"Of what?" Katherine prompts.
Under his fur, Kurt's skin starts to get red. "Lobsters?" he lies. "Hey, your bed is much more comfortable than mine."
"Is it?" Katherine's waking up properly now and is starting to see what her teammate is up to. She raises her eyebrows, but he can't see it in the dark. But she knows what he's like so she just sighs. "Well, you could just stay here then."
"No, I better not," says Kurt. "Wait... Katherine, I didn't know you slept naked."
"I don't..." She suddenly realises what Kurt means. "Oh, Jean and her telekinesis are so DEAD when I get hold of her!"
"Well, I really must leave then," Kurt insists. He gets up and walks casually out the room.
"Well, I knew you slept naked," she mumbles at the retreating blue figure.
A few moments later, there's a yell of horror that sounds suspiciously like Maggie.
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Some of these ideas were partly Kalaki's. Danke, Kalaki.
"So, in German," Kurt explains, "you say--"
Katherine cuts him off. "Kurt, do you have to talk so much?"
"You SAID you wanted me to teach you German!" Kurt says, irritated.
"I lied," she replies casually. "This is nice though, isn't it?"
"Vas ist?"
"Just me, and you, alone..." Katherine shuffles a few inches along the sofa closer to Kurt.
"Erm, ja," Kurt agrees. "Gut. Toll."
Katherine giggles, not bothering to ask him to translate. "So did you ever write back to the pole dancing associations?"
"Ja, ein," Kurt sighs. "I want to try it, once, at least."
"Great!" Katherine says happily. "Can I watch?"
Kurt jumps. The exact words going through his mind at that moment had been, "I wonder if Wolvie can come and watch?" But he nods at Katherine, who squeals with glee, and then goes back to watching the television screen.
"Katherine?" he glances at her. "Vhy are ve vatching... vhatever this is?"
Katherine pauses for a moment to try and work out what Kurt's just said. German accents can be REALLY annoying sometimes, she thinks to herself. But she thinks it's cute too, so she can't argue. Instead she takes her eyes off Kurt's fur and on to the television where a woman is running screaming out of a theatre, a great big lump of what looks like blackcurrant jelly chasing after her.
"It's some old fifties movie called 'The Blob'," she announces, after consulting the TV guide.
"It sucks," Kurt says, watching as hundreds of people run from the jelly. The jelly slurps up a dog as it goes.
"Maybe people scared easier in the fifties," she offers. "Maybe if Logan carries on getting his memory back, we can ask him. Or ask Charlie or Maggie." She sniffs the air. "Talking of Maggie, wasn't he supposed to be cooking? Not burning the mansion down?"
"Ja," Kurt answers. "Aber that smells like smoke."
"Smells like your fur," Katherine offers. She buries her nose in Kurt's arm. "Actually, I like that fresh bamf smell. It's so..." She searches for the right word and can only come up with one. "Kurt."
Kurt's not sure whether that's a compliment or not. But they begin talking about "that fresh bamf smell" and forget all about the potential kitchen disaster Maggie's cooking up.
"All those brimstone type smells," Katherine continues, "They remind me of you." She sighs deeply.
"Everyone else says it stinks..." Kurt says miserably. "Rogue did. It was after I bamfed off but I still heard her." He wonders why he cares more what Rogue thinks than what Katherine thinks.
Katherine almost opens her mouth and says, 'Logan doesn't', but changes her mind at the last minute. "Well I like it." She shuffles up to Kurt so close she's almost in his lap. Kurt tries to shuffle a long a bit in the other direction but finds himself on the edge of the sofa already.
"Kurt..." Katherine begins, as if about to ask a question. "I..." she stops.
"Vas?" Kurt asks, afraid of hearing the answer.
"No, nothing," Katherine says hurriedly. "Really." There's a long silence. "Kurt... you want to, erm, go out for a pizza or something, sometime? Tomorrow night, maybe?"
Uh oh. Conflict of thoughts. Yes, Kurt wants pizza. Kurt loves pizza. A date with Katherine he's not so sure about, but it's pizza! Alright, yes then. "Ja, okay."
Katherine grins. "Great! If you wanted we could maybe see a movie as well."
"Can we have popcorn?" Kurt suggests hopefully.
"Yeah, why not?" Katherine shrugs, happily. Kurt's just happy about the promise of junk food.
* * * * *
Maggie's dinner for the X-Team mysteriously disappeared, so it was once again takeaway pizza for them all. There was a short argument over the pizza, and they ended up with seven different pizzas. Kurt ate most of them. Now it's two am, and nearly everyone is asleep, except Katherine who has an important article to finish for a one-off magazine called "New York's Most Unpopular Superheroes".
"And so," she types, "we would be far more popular if there weren't scheming, cheating, dirty rotten down right evil superheroes out there like". She pauses. Like who? Ah. "Daredevil." She hits save and then switches her laptop off, and drags herself into bed.
She falls asleep almost instantly, having tired herself out finishing that article for tomorrow. Never mind. She can sleep easy now, not knowing of the lawsuits that are bound to come flying her way soon as a result of calling Daredevil a "scheming, cheating, dirty rotten downright evil superhero".
Or she would be able to sleep easy. There's a loud bamf and the room suddenly stinks of sulphur, not to mention the fact that someone skinny, blue and fuzzy has just appeared in the bed next to her. She awakes with a jolt.
"Kurt, what are you doing?" she asks urgently, rubbing her eyes.
"Ich weiss nicht," he says honestly. He wakes up enough to remember to talk in English. "I was asleep, and then I must have just bamfed in my sleep into your room. I suppose I must been dreaming of..." He trails off.
"Of what?" Katherine prompts.
Under his fur, Kurt's skin starts to get red. "Lobsters?" he lies. "Hey, your bed is much more comfortable than mine."
"Is it?" Katherine's waking up properly now and is starting to see what her teammate is up to. She raises her eyebrows, but he can't see it in the dark. But she knows what he's like so she just sighs. "Well, you could just stay here then."
"No, I better not," says Kurt. "Wait... Katherine, I didn't know you slept naked."
"I don't..." She suddenly realises what Kurt means. "Oh, Jean and her telekinesis are so DEAD when I get hold of her!"
"Well, I really must leave then," Kurt insists. He gets up and walks casually out the room.
"Well, I knew you slept naked," she mumbles at the retreating blue figure.
A few moments later, there's a yell of horror that sounds suspiciously like Maggie.
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Some of these ideas were partly Kalaki's. Danke, Kalaki.