Kurt stared out the window morosely, watching the rainwater slip down the glass pane. The water blurred the images of the scenery outside, melting the greens and reds and whites together into their basic shapes. He sighed, and his breath fogged the window slightly, obscuring the image even more. Absently, his tail coiled and uncoiled around the leg of the chair he was sitting in.
"Kurt? Hello?"
Kurt turned his attention back to his computer monitor, and the person who had called him. Kitty was looking at him with concern in her warm brown eyes. There was a smudge of paint on one of her cheeks, and her lush brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The T-shirt she was wearing was gray, and it too had splotches of paint on it. "You okay?"
"Ja. I'm sorry. I'm just...thinking." Kurt said. "So, how's the project going?"
"No changing the subject fuzzy." Kitty said sternly. "Something's on your mind. Spill it."
Kurt shifted. Perhaps an outside perspective would be a bit helpful. It had been awhile since he'd been able to have a conversation with Kitty, and it could be that she was had gained a bit more wisdom while she'd been in college. "Well," he began, "there's this woman-"
"Ha!" Kitty said. "I knew it! I want details Wagner, leave nothing out!"
"Be quiet, or I'll tell you nothing!" Kurt teased back. "As I was saying, there is this woman. Her name is Morgan. We met a few months ago-"
"She's the one that pulled you out of the trash right?" Kitty interrupted again.
"Ja. You heard about that?"
"I twisted Logan's arm and he spilled the beans to me. Mainly, I think, because he's worried about you."
"So you know that I, um." He paused, unsure of how to continue.
"All Logan told me was that you seemed rather infatuated with her, and that the two of you spent a great deal of time together. All the gory details he left for you to divulge."
"Well that was nice of him." Kurt said scathingly. He leaned back in the chair. "I'll try to be brief." He took a deep breath, and continued. "The moment I first laid eyes on Morgan, I was attracted to her. Extremely so." He said. "At some times the physical attraction was so strong, that I was contemplating things a gentleman should never contemplate." Kurt colored slightly. "Which, as you know, I am a gentleman as well as a catholic. Many of the things that would occur to me were highly inappropriate, considering that. There were even moments where the urge was so strong it was through sheer force of will that I kept myself from doing anything at all. However, there was one moment-"he paused, considering, "-I don't think I could have stopped myself if I tried."
"I see." Kitty said. "So, I gather you-"she wiggled her eyebrows at him.
He laughed at the absurdity of it, and then nodded. "Ja, I.. we did. It is like, when she is nearby, all rational thought leaves me, and all I can think about is, to be frank, sex. Specifically with her. Oh, I was interested in getting to know her better, certainly, but my motivations were less than honorable. I was extremely in lust with her, and my body convinced my heart that it was love."
"Do you think it might be a latent gift she has?" Kitty said. "I mean, if she affects other men that way-"
"I don't believe so. Everyone else seemed rather unaffected by it. Everyone except me, and I think we all chalked it up to my being infatuated with her."
"How do you feel about her now?" Kitty asked.
"Honestly, I don't know. When she left, and was gone for a few days, I began to feel very foolish about my behavior with and towards her. It was as if the attraction went away. Please, don't misunderstand, I very much like her, and I care for her as a friend. And she is very beautiful. I am still very much interested in seeing if there's something between us that could potentially grow into something beyond a friendship, but at the moment that's all I feel for her. Friendship."
"How does she feel about you?"
Kurt shifted. "I'm afraid she might be in love with me. At the very least, she's infatuated by me. I don't want to hurt her Kitty, but I'm afraid to discuss this whole situation with her. I know she wants to talk about it, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I'm afraid that if I see her, that feeling will just come back again. It is like she has me under a spell. Like, I feel this, but deep down I know it's not something I should trust. Does that make sense?"
"A little bit." Kitty said. "How long has it been since you've seen her?"
"About two months." Kurt said. He felt a pang of regret. "We talk on the phone, but it's not the same."
Kitty said. "Well, Kurt, might I suggest that you two try, oh, I don't know, maybe going out on a date perhaps? See what happens? I don't think it could possibly make the situation worse."
"Maybe," Kurt said doubtfully.
"So how'd that situation turn out anyway?" Kitty asked, thankfully changing the subject. "The whole, serial killer demon worship thing."
"Oh that." Kurt said. "We turned Candy and her brothers over to Moria. They're sleeping away on Muir Island there to stay, I assume for the rest of their lives. As for the demon, when we went to the warehouse, we couldn't find any sign of demon worship or anything like it. I believe Mrs. Flannigan when she says they were talking about it, but we think it may have just been something to throw off the police as to why the murders were really taking place."
"Hmm." Kitty said. "Oh, shoot, Kurt I gotta go. Someone's knocking." And sure enough, in the background, Kurt heard someone knocking on her door.
"Ja. Good bye Kitty. Take care of yourself." Kurt said.
"You too elf.," Kitty smiled, and then was gone.
A date. Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his hair absently, then rose from the chair stretching. He focused on popping his vertebrae, bending back until each one was popped and loosened. Too much time spent sitting down. Perhaps Kitty had something there. He'd never really had an opportunity to woo her, they were just sort of thrown together repeatedly. Still, he strongly regretted the moment of weakness that he'd shown. But waking to the feel of her in his arms, the heat of her body, the draw of her flesh, it had been too much a temptation for him to resist. And the following day, when she told him she was leaving, well, it hadn't been a moment of weakness, but a conscious disregard for the tenants of the Church. Even after confession, he still felt as if he had to answer in some other way.
This time, he vowed, he would not the body over rule his mind, or his spirit. A date would be the perfect thing for him to test the waters and hopefully for Morgan too. At the very least, perhaps they could discuss the situation together, and decided how they were going to take it from that point.
Resolved, he picked up the phone and dialed a number he knew almost as well as his own. A warm, feminine voiced answered. "Hello?"
"Hello Mrs. Flannigan. Is Morgan there?" Kurt asked politely.
"Kurt, how many times must I ask you to call me Margaret?" she chuckled, and Kurt detected a hint of Irish brogue. He knew well enough by now that Margaret normally showed her childhood speech patterns when something had her upset. "I'm afraid the wee bairn has fled the coop."
"What's wrong, Margaret?"
"Oh, it's just the usual. I said something I shouldn't have, and now she's off again. I wish she'd just go back to her apartment, but she doesn't feel safe there anymore. And her house hunting seems to be taking an unnecessary amount of time."
"Ah, I understand." Kurt responded. That is, he understood that they'd probably been talking about him again, and that was a subject best left untouched. "Do you know if she took her cell phone with her?"
"'Fraid not love. It's here on my kitchen table. I'll tell her you called though." Margaret said.
"Alright. Thank you Margaret. Have a good night."
"You too."
Kurt hung up the phone, and sighed again. Maybe some exercise would help him get his mind off of it. At least, it was something to do other than sit and wait by the phone. Feeling a bit better about that decision, he went to his dresser to get something to change into.
Morgan dialed the number reluctantly, and brought the phone to her ear. It rang only twice before someone answered it.
"Xaiver's" a very abrupt, male voice said.
"Well hello Logan." Morgan smiled. "And how are you doing tonight?"
"Hmph." Logan said. "Morgan. Oh, I'm doing alright, for an old man," there was a twitter of laughter in the background.
"Oh I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She said.
"Nope. Just some lessons for a few hardcases. Nothing new."
"oh. Well, is Kurt available?" She asked.
"On sec. I'll put ya on hold and see if I can't get him for ya." Logan said.
"Thanks."
The hold music was really rather pleasant, a classical piece in a-minor that helped some of her tension drain away.
"This is Kurt." His voice came onto the phone, and her stomach knotted up. "Hello?"
"It's Morgan." She said quickly. "Sorry, just got distracted there for a minute. What's up?"
"Oh, hello Morgan." Kurt sounded tense to her, edgy. It didn't help her mood any. She knew what he was going to say. He didn't want to see her again, that this wasn't right, it had all been a mistake. "I was wondering, ah," he said.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me?" The words came out in a rush, and it took a moment for her to decipher them through his accent. A rush of elation filled her.
"Kurt, oh, I was beginning to think you never wanted to see me again!" She exclaimed, and then immediately regretted it.
"Was? No no, ach, Wagner, Sie Eel," he muttered, "Morgan, I deeply apologize. I have been very insensitive with you, and my only excuse is that I am, in fact, an ass. Will you please accept my most humble of apologies?"
Despite herself, she giggled, and that hard tangle of nerves in her stomach began to loosen. "Well, I think I might be persuaded, Herr Wagner." Then, a mischievous grin slid across her face. "Geben Sie acht. Ich erlerne, Deutsches zu sprechen."
There was dead silence, and then Kurt laughed. "Ja well, you may be learning, but your accent is horrible."
"You'll just have to teach me to speak it properly then." She said. "Besides, what do you expect from a girl who's learning by book?"
"Hmm. Well, I'll be happy to tutor you. If you would like me to." Kurt offered.
"I'd love you to." Morgan said. "So, dinner? When?"
"I was thinking maybe tomorrow?" Kurt said shyly. "We could get all dressed up, there's a place I know in Boston, a little Italian place. Very exclusive."
Morgan felt a thrill go through her. She'd never been to Boston! "So I guess that means you'd be picking me up by jet?"
"Well, of course. If you're going to travel, you should at least travel in style. Let's say, I'll pick you up around eight?" Kurt said.
"Sounds perfect. I hope we get the chance to discuss a few things." She ventured.
"I'm sure we will." Kurt said. "Until tomorrow then. Goodnight, Morgan."
"Goodnight Kurt." Morgan hung up the receiver. Their first official date. Wasn't the first date supposed to come before the pregnancy scare? With a sigh, she picked up the box for the home test she'd bought, and sighed. "Might as well get it over with."