A few days had passed without a single gesture from Pietro – and that includes doing the fingers and stuff like that. Kurt had been worried after Pietro had stolen his clothes, but it seemed that Pietro had given up. (All too easily, if you ask me)
"Vhat's that smell!" Kurt exclaimed early one morning. He looked around the room, but could find no source for the stench. After turning his room up and down, he finally found it.
Prawns. In the curtains, sewn into all Kurt's clothes, in the pillow, everywhere. Kurt was furious, as you'd expect, but knew he couldn't say anything without at least one person being suspicious of what was going on, so he kept it to himself.
"There you are!" Kitty exclaimed, as Kurt came out of the bathroom wearing the only pair of pawn-free clothing he could find. "I found this outside your room, and thought you might've dropped it."
In Kitty's hand was a small note, folded in half. Kurt instantly recognised the writing scrolled across the top. In the blink of an eye, he'd snatched the note out of Kitty's hand, and was reading it.
'Kurt' the note began. 'I see you have found my little "gift". Yep, I've been watching you, and will continue to do so, doing little things all over the place, until I feel I've punished you enough. Now, here's what you gotta do. First, go back into your room. There, you will find my next instruction.'
Though Kurt really didn't wanna go back inside his room, he did anyway. On his bed was another note – and a pink bra. Kurt had a bad feeling he knew what the note said, but he picked it up anyway.
'Good. Now put the bra on, and wear it all day. If I don't see you wearing it at any time, shrimps will be the least of your worries.'
With a sigh, Kurt put on the bra, and sat there. 'Who knew Pietro was so jealous?' He thought to himself.
Suddenly a paper plane flew through the window. Kurt opened it up.
'You still have to go to school you know, but to be nice, you can wear these instead, under your clothes.'
Thwip! A baby-pink g-string flicked Kurt in the face. 'Well, at least I can wear this under my clothes.' He thought, shutting the curtain and putting it on. He checked his watch, and gasped, realising he was late – again!