Chapter 14

Kurt had his math homework perched on his lap as he leaned against the headboard of his bed. All the lights - overhead, desk lamp, bedside table - were turned on to prevent himself from being lulled to sleep by the humdrum of Trigonometry. He rested his pen between his lips, as if contemplating polar complex numbers, but in reality his mind was replaying the last date of Lance's and his. They had been on several dates over the past few weeks, and each one had progressively become more heated than the last. Kurt was enjoying them. Quite a lot. Not only had they been fun, they also made him feel confident again. Something he hadn't felt since… before gymnastics had started near the beginning of the year. Since before Tri-

No. Stop. Kurt refused his brain from traveling down that path any further. He focused back down at his math worksheet, reading through the next problem to distract himself. He got as far as writing down an equation before finding his mind wandering again. Somehow converting complex numbers into polar coordinates wasn't as riveting as it sounded. Instead of dwelling on any darker thoughts, Kurt redirected his attention back to Lance's and his relationship.

What was their relationship anyway? They'd been on several dates, made out, texted, and all that, but they hadn't declared anything official. Were they supposed to declare anything? He hadn't had much experience besides Amanda. But Mark seemed to find it important that Shelly and him were just dating and not officially a couple. Was it any different when you were dating a guy? What if Lance didn't want it to be more than just what it was? Maybe Lance didn't want to be in a relationship because of what Kurt had let Trieg do.

Kurt swallowed down that thought, trying to convince himself that it wasn't true - after all, Lance had repeated over and over again that it wasn't his fault at all - but somehow he couldn't shake the lingering fear.

Before he spiralled any further, a vibration from his bedside table interrupted his thoughts. Unplugging his phone, Kurt smiled at the name.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hey," Lance greeted back.

"I thought you usually texted."

"Yeah, that's easier, but I thought I'd call this time… because… you see… I've been thinking."

"Mm, must be tough since you're so new at it."

"Shut it. I'm being serious here."

Kurt lifted his eyebrows at that. "Okay."

"So what are we then?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we've been on several dates and all. Which has been," Lance dropped his voice, trying for a suggestive tone "..nice and all."

Kurt smiled, glad that Lance felt the same way about their dates.

"But then what does that makes us? A couple? Are we a couple?"

Kurt couldn't help but feel relieved that Lance seemed to be having the same questions as him as to their status. Lance's nervousness traveled through the phone, and he couldn't help but tease him just for a second. After all, telling your possible boyfriend to shut it wasn't the nicest way to talk. "We are? I don't remember anyone asking the other out. You know, maybe Shelly has a good point. Date around a bit."

"Wait, what?"

Hearing the indignation in Lance's voice, Kurt figured he'd clue him in. "What about Toad? You think he'd be open to –"

"Oh, shut up. So… since you're being all pedantic… do you want to go out?"

"Out to where? I could go for a burger." Kurt cheekily said, enjoying the annoyance he was causing.

Lance let out an exasperated huff. "Fine. Will you be my –"

"Yes, I will be your boyfriend." Kurt was smiling like an idiot, glad that no one else was in the room with him. Though, he wouldn't have minded if Lance was there.

"Of course you will. You know I'm the best there is. Then that settles it."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Lance's posturing, but didn't contradict him. "Ja."

"Good." Lance hesitated a second. "But, um I'm still not ready to be out yet at school, okay?"

"Oh?" Kurt had kinda hoped that Lance had gotten used to them being together. Not that they had to come out to the whole student body, but hearing Lance say it right after they decided to be in a relationship raised his anxiety. He started doodling on his math sheet, nervous as he asked, "Are you… ashamed that you're bisexual or that you're dating… me?"

"What? No. I mean sort of, but no. Definitely no to the last question."

Kurt was confused, but didn't say anything as he let Lance sort out his thoughts.

"That is... sort of to the first question. I mean, I just kinda realized it a few months ago. It's all still kinda new to me. It's fine, but you know. I'm just not ready for everyone to know about me still. And you've been really patient and all. Just give me a bit more time." Lance sighed in frustration, unsure if he was thoroughly explaining himself. "Besides, how would the Brotherhood react if they knew about us? I don't want word to get out to them. I mean, Mark should know. He already knows we're dating, so that's fine. But for everyone else. Maybe later. Give me a bit of time then we can tell Jose and some of the other gymnastic guys."

Kurt listened to Lance ramble and repeat himself. He felt sympathetic to him, especially in regards to the Brotherhood. Kurt was lucky that he had the support of the X-men. It must suck that Lance had no one he could really depend on and entrust secrets to outside of himself and Mark.

"Do you… do you wanna tell everyone?"

"I… um… I don't know." And truthfully, Kurt didn't know the answer. In a way, he didn't want to let the whole student body know. It would just be another thing that made him feel different from everyone else. And what if it got back to Trieg? How would he react? Feeling guilt and shame that his opinion could hinge on him, he diverted his thoughts to weigh the other side. Maybe it would be better to just declare it to everyone. He was tired of having to hide himself, and it'd be nice to have one thing out in the open. And that niggling doubt that Lance really was ashamed of dating someone that wasn't... normal - perhaps it would finally sputter out if Lance felt comfortable telling others. More than anything, he was really tired of fear informing his decisions.

Torn, Kurt kept his thoughts to himself. "But I do want to eventually tell some people besides Mark. Like you said, the other gymnasts like Miguel and Jose." Jose and his girlfriend, Marissa, had tried to set him up with a friend of theirs recently. It'd be nice to get them to lay off playing matchmaker.

"Just as long as we don't tell Trey."

"What's wrong with Trey?"

"Ugh. That whiney fucker. Isn't he whiney to you about his German homework now?"

"Maybe." Kurt didn't want to outright agree with Lance, but Trey could be a little suffocating.

"He always whines to you for help. He better not have a crush on you."

"He's not that bad and I doubt it. But anyway, and the X-men too. To tell them. Kitty deserves to know."

Lance let out a put upon sigh. "Do we have to?"

"I promise they won't tell anyone. They'll probably be supportive." Or Kurt hoped so. He knew Kitty would be ecstatic to know she was right about Kurt's crush and happy for him. But he was worried about some of the others. Scott definitely didn't like Lance, but he trusted Scott to still have his back. "Besides, it's like Kitty said, she's your ex and has the right to know."

"Ugh. Don't quote her at me. Fine, you can tell Kitty right now, but wait for the others until I'm ready, okay?"

"Okay, but um… this might seem weird, but there's one more person besides Kitty I might want to tell now."

"Fine, who?"

"Logan."

"Logan?" Lance's incredulity raised his voice a few pitches.

Kurt laughed uncomfortably. "Ja. He's been kinda helping me out with stuff… deal with things.. from Trieg. And we've been closer. I'm not going to make some announcement, but if it comes up, I don't want to have to lie to him."

"Oh. Okay. That's good then." Kurt wished he could see Lance's face to tell what he thought of that revelation. "Just don't let anyone else find out."

There was a lull in the conversation.

"We're idiots," Lance scoffed. "We just became a couple and we're being so serious. We should celebrate. I'm sitting all alone in my room right now and I'm horny as hell. Come celebrate with me."

"I dunno. It's night."

"It's not too late. Only after 9."

"I don't want to get grounded again."

"You won't get grounded. It's not late. Way before curfew." Lance let out a moan, doing his best to rile Kurt. "I could use some help with a real hard problem."

"I.. I dunno." Kurt wanted to go over. He really did. But he was a bit scared. He had been able to become more open physically. He found it better if he was the one to initiate things - feeling more in control. And Lance was always aware and respectful of what made Kurt uncomfortable, like being backed up against something. But it was still sometimes too much. He didn't want to go over to Lance's only to ruin the fun.

"Fuck, Kurt," Lance breathed out heavily, "just come on over." He was already rubbing himself through his jeans, and was reaching to undo the button and zipper.

Thinking back to how he had earlier let Trieg intrude his thoughts, Kurt was fed up with it. He needed to stop worrying and do what he wanted. If things got too much, then he could always stop. "Fine, but you have to wait until I get there. So stop touching yourself."

Lance sighed heavily before complying with Kurt's instructions. He could hear in Kurt's voice that the conversation was having an effect on him too – his voice deeper and throaty. That only made him feel hotter. If Kurt didn't hurry it along, he might just come before they got to the good parts.

"Hang on. Are you in your room?"

"Yeah?"

"Alone?"

"Fuck. I'm alone. No fucking duh. Hurry up!"

"Don't move. I'll be right there."

The call ended, and Lance threw his phone on the bed. He sighed, frustrated but he didn't want to lose that high. He began to picture how the rest of the night would go. He just needed to touch himself. Kurt wouldn't know.

Before he could begin pleasuring himself, a burst a smoke stopped him mid motion.

"I thought I told you to wait."

"You fucking come over here right now." Lance grabbed onto Kurt as he approached, and kissed him - a bit rough and sloppily as he let his lust take over.

Their kiss was passionate, fueled by desire and fervor. It led them across the room, until Lance could feel the edge of the bed against the back of his knees. He sat down, pulling Kurt to sit on top of him. With Kurt sitting astride him, Lance couldn't help but raise his hips, feeling his erection against Kurt's.

He broke the kiss momentarily, enough to help Kurt out of his shirt before peeling off his own. It was odd at first, feeling fur against his skin, but not bad. Definitely not. It was, instead, kinda stimulating - the brush of softness dancing across his skin. Lance wanted to feel that everywhere.

Still, this was the most they'd ever done so far. He wanted to keep going, but he didn't want to push Kurt into doing something he was uncomfortable with.

"Do you mind if I -" Lance glanced down at his pants meaningful. "It's okay if you're not-"

"I'm fine," Kurt practically growled in frustration. He pulled Lance back into the kiss before reaching down towards Lance's pants.

Lance had to accept that Kurt would stop if he needed to, so he let himself enjoy the moment.

Kurt pushed down Lance's pants with Lance helping him by lifting his hips.

Feeling a bit nervous as well as a thrill of excitement, Lance reached down and pulled out his dick from his boxers. He was already near the edge when Kurt took him in his hands and began jerking him off.

Lance knew he wasn't going to last long. He wanted to keep his eyes open, to watch Kurt as he helped him cum - to keep this moment fresh in his memories so he could revisit it. Both were breathing heavily, Lance letting out small noises of pleasure as his thrusts and Kurt's rhythmic movements reached a crescendo -

"Alvers. We need to talk... Is there someone in there with you?"

Lance and Kurt both froze mid motion. Lance looked at Kurt who stared back at him, exchanging glances of horror.

Lance let out a murmured, "oh shit," before Kurt teleported out. With a growing panic, Lance stood up, stumbling about as he tried to pull up his pants over his now painful erection.

Without a by your leave, Mystique opened the door, catching Lance in full glory.

"Ugh. Teenage boys," Mystique mumbled before closing the door.

Hot embarrassment streaked down his head while his heart skipped several beats in fear. He was getting a handjob from her son. If she had caught them.

Lance finished pulling his pants over himself. He willed his erection to go down - hoping that the sight of Mystique would kill any leftover lust from before. He scooted Kurt's shirt under the bed, trying to hide any evidence of their tryst.

"Are you decent now?"

"Yes," Lance called out, trying to keep his voice steady while he grabbed a pillow to place on his lap to cover up any leftover signs of his enthusiasm. He outwardly tried to project a calm facade while inside he couldn't help but repeat, "oh god, oh god, oh god."

Mystique opened his door again, peering around the room suspiciously. Lance thought she might have even sniffed the air.

Keeping a poker face, Lance watched her from his position on the bed. He couldn't read her and tell if she knew or not, but he wasn't going to give anything away if he could help it.

Seemingly satisfied, Mystique turned towards him. "I gave you an assignment. I haven't heard a word from you. So, do you have any new information on the X-men?"

"No." Lance felt his heart drop. If Kurt was listening in... He hoped Kurt gave him a chance to explain.

"Why not? You've had weeks now. You're not trying hard enough."

Lance shrugged. "It's just that there's nothing going on that I know of."

"Have you even asked Kurt yet?"

"He wouldn't say anything."

Mystique scoffed, "You aren't even putting forth the effort. What's the point of you being friends with Kurt if you aren't getting me what I need?"

Offended, Lance growled out, "Maybe because I actually like him."

Raising her eyebrow at that, Mystique threw a gelid glare at Lance. "Remember where your loyalties lie. I let you off easily when you betrayed us for him at the docks. I thought something could come of your new 'friendship.' But if it gets in the way of your duties to the Brotherhood… then I will cut it off myself."

There were so many accusations Lance could throw at her - it's his life and he can be friends with who he wants, he can be loyal in different ways to the Brotherhood - but ultimately he went with the one that garnered the most repulsion from him. "He's your son. How fucked up is it to have me spy on him?"

Mystique shrugged, unaffected by Lance's barb. "Just because I prefer no harm come to him doesn't mean he can't be useful."

"That's messed up."

"No, that's pragmatic. If you want to do what's best for the Brotherhood, you'll see it my way. Now, just get me some information before I have to interfere myself." Mystique didn't wait for a reply, turning to leave. "Oh and Alvers?"

Lance looked over to her silhouetted form by the door.

"Learn what a lock is." With that, she closed the door, leaving Lance with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

Giving it a few moments to make sure she had truly gone, Lance mumbled under his breath "fucking crazying bitch."

It wasn't a second later that Kurt ported back into the room, not giving Lance even a chance to breath before asking, "Are you spying on me?"

Lance threw the pillow that was on his lap behind him. He didn't need it anymore after that conversation with Mystique. Any excitement from before had now petered out, leaving behind only frustration. Seeing how Kurt was refusing to approach him, Lance ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't help but let his frustration seep into his reply, "Yeah, I had your hand around my dick to help in my spying."

Kurt was not impressed at that response.

Sighing, Lance reached down under his bed to toss Kurt his shirt. Fucking Mystique, ruining the mood. "Look. Mystique is all up on my ass. She wants me to get you to tell me about what the X-men are up to. I said I'd do it, but I really won't. Otherwise, I'd never hear the end of it from her."

Kurt still looked a bit skeptical as he pulled on his shirt.

"She asked right after our fight at the dock. We were friends way before that, right?"

"...ja."

Seeing that he was starting to win Kurt over, Lance continued on. "It's not like I had this big grand plan to become friends with you. We hated each other when I first joined the gymnastics team. And I already told you why I decided to do that."

Kurt nodded in agreement.

"And what she wants me to do is pretty shitty, right? I mean maybe past me would've been fine with it, but I've changed. I wouldn't do that to you… to us."

Lance held out his hand, hoping that he could get Kurt to come closer. With a pause, Kurt put his hand in Lance's, letting Lance pull him over to sit on the bed next to him.

"Besides, have I ever asked you what the X-men were up to?"

"Well... no."

"So there. Guess I'm a bad spy. Don't worry, once I get you to jerk me off, then I'll interrogate you."

That elicited a smile from Kurt. "Guess so. Jerk."

They both smiled at each other for a second before laughing as the tension was released.

"I can't believe it. I almost got caught… by my mom." Kurt fell backwards on the bed, hand over his eyes at the possibility.

Lance laid back next to Kurt. "At least you weren't caught all full salute by her. And she just holds a conversation like nothing."

They both gagged before laughing again.

Lance reached out and played with Kurt's hair. "Sucks. She fucking killed the mood."

"Ja." Kurt shuddered to even picture Mystique walking in on them. "But what are you going to do?"

"About?"

"Mystique. If you don't give her any information, she's going to be pissed. She might kick you out."

"Yeah, I dunno."

"You could maybe give her false information instead?"

Lance frowned at that. "Which would help the X-men instead. I don't think so."

Kurt slightly nodded his head in agreement. They laid there on the bed in silence. Lance looked over at Kurt who staring down at the comforter.

Reaching out and slightly pushing Kurt's shoulder, Lance tried to lighten the mood. "Hey, we'll figure something out."

"It's just… it's only been like what, 30 minutes since we decided to be in a relationship and already the whole X-men-Brotherhood rivalry is raining on our parade."

While the whole situation was serious, Lance couldn't help but chortle at Kurt's choice of idiom.

"Was?"

"Just… 'raining on our parade.'"

"What's wrong with that? I used it correctly," Kurt defended himself.

"You did, but," Lance couldn't help but laugh a bit more before continuing, "the images it made me think of. Us in a parade and everyone else-" Seeing Kurt look at him with raised eyebrows and a baffled look on his face, Lance cut himself. "But you know, maybe it's not a bad thing if Mystique kicks me out."

"But I thought you wanted to remain with the Brotherhood."

"I do, but not if this is what I'm expected to do. I meant kick me out of the house, not the Brotherhood. I doubt she could really do that. Magneto's the leader, not her."

"Well, then why don't you talk to him?"

"Talk… to Magneto. Have you met the guy?"

"Oh yeah, we go out for brunch every Sunday."

Lance laughed at that. "Oh shut up."

"But why not? He's your leader. If you're not happy doing what you are for him, why not see what else you could do? Maybe work solo. Get your own place?"

Lance thought that over. It was a very appealing idea, one he had given a passing thought to already. But he just didn't know if Magneto would go for it. And truthfully, he didn't know if he was ready yet to make that leap. Right now him and the Brotherhood weren't getting along, but they'd been through so much together over the past year. Sure, he would never be as close to them as he was to Mark and Kurt. And sometimes he felt ready to just walk away, especially when they were being assholes to him or Kurt. But what they used to have - could possibly still have-, he couldn't just give up so easily yet.

"Maybe. I want to try and stay here first. Things have simmered down a bit with Pietro and Todd since I've started eating lunch with them in the cafeteria. I just need a way to appease Mystique."

"Whatever you think is best."

"I'll keep your idea on the backburner, though." Lance paused a second, not liking to get all mushy in front of others, but it was just him and Kurt, so he continued, "And thanks for being all supportive even though you don't really want me with the Brotherhood. It's..." Lance leaned over to show his appreciation in a kiss, "sweet."

They kissed for a little longer, enjoying each other's presence.

Lance started to run his hand up along Kurt's side, but this time Kurt grabbed his hand and stopped him. Kurt broke off the kiss, glanced at the bedside clock, and sat up. "It's getting late. I gotta get back if I don't want to lose my freedom again."

"Suck." Lance wanted to do nothing more than to pull Kurt down back next to him. Instead, he sat up too.

"Ja, no kidding. But maybe next time… we find a more secluded place? Where we won't be interrupted."

"Fuck yeah," Lance agreed as he pulled Kurt in for a last, brief kiss before he had to teleport away.

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The living room was dark - the blinds drawn against the bright, cheerful Sunday. Occasionally, the room would be cast in light, reflecting the explosions or bright scenes in the movie on the big screen TV. The Professor could barely remember the title of the movie, let alone the plot. It was Rogue's turn to pick, and she had chosen some violent, action movie that lost the Professor after the first gruesome death.

Instead of focusing on the screen, he basked in watching all his students gathered in one area, enjoying each other's company. It was surprisingly Hank's suggestion for them to start weekly movie viewings - a way for them to all bond together than just in Danger Room simulations. And so far, the Professor felt it had been a success.

Currently, Scott and Jean, visiting as they tended to do every weekend, were sprawled out in front of the coffee table. They were cuddled up together on a pile of oversized pillows and blankets.

In the opposing facing chairs on either side of the coffee table, Ororo and Hank had planted themselves. Ororo seemed invested in the movie, her bottle of beer from Logan's homebrewing attempt left forgotten in its coaster on the table. Hank was similarly engaged, though he felt the need to make comments throughout the movie of how improbable it was to have a bullet ricochet off at such an angle.

Spread out on the couch were Logan, Rogue, Kitty, and Kurt in various states of engagement. Rogue, being the one who chose the movie, was of course engrossed, yelling out commentary along with Hank's- though her commentary was more along the lines of enthusiasm for the violence than scientific debunkment.

"Pass the popcorn, Jean," Logan asked from his spot on the far side of the couch next to Rogue.

Wordlessly, the giant silver bowl of buttery popcorn was handed backwards. The Professor thought Logan seemed to be enjoying himself. He threw some popcorn pieces in his mouth as he chuckled at the spectacular kill the main character just enacted on screen.

He turned to Rogue and remarked, "Next time in the Danger Room, I'm going to need to bring a pencil to try that out."

"I'd pay money to see that," Rogue replied as she reached for the popcorn.

"Here, pass me some," Kitty piped up next to Rogue.

"Not until you put your phone away. Didn't we already set that as a rule."

"Ugh. Fine, whatever." Kitty complied, putting her phone face down on the coffee table and held out her hands for the popcorn bowl. "Just don't choose such a gross movie next time." She took a few pieces before turning to Kurt next to her. "Want some?"

"Ja, sure." Kurt grabbed a few kernels himself. "Professor, you want any?"

The Professor had his wheelchair planted right beside the end of the couch. Taking up Kurt's offer, he snagged a few pieces from the bowl. Looking down, he could already feel the grease from the butter coating his hand. He must've made some type of face because Kurt followed up with a napkin.

"Thank you."

"Ja, no problem. This popcorn is super buttery."

"Then next time, you make it," Scott interjected from the front.

"Sure, just so you know I like to add gummy bears in the mix."

"Ugh, gross," Rogue commented. "No way are you making it next time."

"With the gummy bears, I suggest adding M&Ms." Ororo reached for some popcorn from the bowl now placed in front of her. "Besides, Kurt is right. This is way too buttery."

"I'd totally eat that!" Kitty added in her own thoughts to the popcorn debate.

"Great, it's settled. Next time we'll have weirdo popcorn for Ororo, Kitty, and Kurt and normal popcorn for the rest of the civilized folks. Now shut up so I can watch the movie." Everyone turned to Logan at his outburst.

"...I'll eat the weirdo popcorn as well." If looks could kill, Hank would be dead in his chair as Logan turned his gaze over to him.

Hank gave Logan an innocent look, and before he could stop himself, the Professor started laughing, which in turn got everyone else giggling as well.

Logan grumbled in his seat, but the Professor could spot the small smile creeping across his face.

As everyone settled down to watch the movie again, the Professor whispered to Kurt, "I'd try your popcorn too."

Kurt smiled at him and gave him the shushing sign before glancing over at Logan.

The Professor smiled back before turning his attention to the screen. He couldn't help but feel a warmth spread throughout him.

Every since they had enacted Logan's plan, the students had seemed happier. Not just the students, but even Logan, Hank, Ororo, and himself were happier. They were all closer. A family, if you will.

Ororo had said that Rogue had been coming up to her with problems and confiding in her about difficulties she'd been having from school to her powers. A huge difference to when she had first joined the team. Kitty had always been pretty good on seeking out others for help, but the Professor noticed she was now asking Jean or Rogue for advice as well.

The Professor had always been close with Scott, who he was seeing more and more as a beacon for the way he wanted to X-men to grow.

And Kurt. While he had always been good at helping others when needed, he had been the most private of his students regarding personal issues. The Professor had talked with him multiple times, forging a small bond with him. But Logan was the one who had made the most progress. He said Kurt was still reticent about the assaults, but he had started opening up. it was slight but there, and that's what was important.

He was pleased that Kurt seemed to be happy hanging out with Lance, and that his new friend, Mark, was accepting of his appearance. He had always hoped that Lance would mature and realize his place was with the X-men. With Kurt and him as friends, perhaps that'd happen sooner than the Professor expected.

The main thing the Professor wanted to work on next was to get Kurt to tell his parents about Trieg. The Professor had given Kurt a bit of time after the first and then second assault, hoping that he would take it upon himself to do so. But, it seemed that Kurt would need more encouragement. The Professor couldn't let it go much longer without following through himself.

Shunting aside such thoughts, the Professor focused on the now and the future. With the way things were going, he could see how his family would grow in several years. With guidance, his current students would join them in becoming the next set of teachers - the next set of mentors. And would likely be better than when the Professor and the other adults tried their hand at it.

Feeling proud and hopeful, the Professor turned his attention to the movie.

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Trieg gripped his bottle of beer tightly, angered at the sight before him. He had lost his job because of him. Had to work as a coach at some fucking gym center for little kids. Every day he had to endure screaming and crying children and their obnoxious parents.

And Kurt got to continue on like nothing had happened.

Trieg had been tracking him as best as he could through geolocating. For five weeks, it read that he was always at that mansion he was boarding at, which Trieg knew was a lie. He saw him on the school grounds. Watched him as he ran track at school or had lunch outside with Alvers and Mark. Until finally, in the past few weeks, his location updated to different areas around the city. Sometimes, Trieg could accurately guess where he was, but others it was a miss.

Now, with the County Spring Fair in town, there was no doubt where Kurt was. Trieg had first spotted him with Mark, waiting in line to buy some funnel cake.

From his shrouded corner by the edge of the gaming booths, Trieg watched his face light up when Lance and and that big-breasted senior - Selby or something - joined them. He grew angrier at Kurt's obvious joy.

Then, when he spotted Kurt and Alvers sneak away to what they obviously thought was a secluded place, Trieg saw red as they exchanged a kiss. He felt possessive as he watched Lance caress Kurt's back.

Trieg knew that he was spiraling down a dark path, but he didn't care. Kurt had been his obsession for over the past year. Ever since he joined the gymnastics team last year. There had been others before, but none that had driven him this far, made him take such drastic approaches. He was special. More than Trieg had ever guessed.

And now Kurt was no longer just an obsession. He was all that consumed Trieg's thoughts. He still wanted him - that desire and the need for absolute control over. But there was also the darker need - to punish, to show Kurt that he always got his way.

He would make Kurt listen to him, respect him, and give him what he wanted. With full knowledge of Kurt's capabilities, Trieg was prepared.

But he could bide his time. With so many people milling about, his plan could fall apart. He needed to get Kurt alone. Though, if Alvers happened to be there and got what's coming to him as well…. Trieg wouldn't turn his nose up at that opportunity.

He just had to be patient.