Only a few days had passed since the kiss in Kurt's bedroom. Every night, Scott had dreamt about it and none of the dreams were pleasant. In one dream, the kiss happened as it had in reality. But afterwards, when Kurt teleported over to his window, he did not tell Scott to leave, but instead he simply cried by the window sill and no matter how hard the older teen tried, he couldn't apologise, couldn't take it back; his tongue tied in his mouth and made him seem anything but remourseful. If he tried to cross the room to comfort Kurt, he found that the short distance between them only grew greater with each painstaking step until Kurt was a dark splotch against a white light, crying and wailing.
In other dreams, Scott went to take a shower after Kurt told him to leave. A shower in attempts to wash away the slew of emotions and guilt that he had stewing inside of him. While showering, he noticed that the water began to fill the room and he would look up to see the source of the water had become Kurt. Above him, Kurt sobbed, his tears falling down onto Scott as he showered. The tears continued to rise, and before long, Scott was trapped under the water. Kurt continued to cry above Scott as he struggled to escape the water, reach the surface. His lungs began to fill with water and burn. He struggled and the last of his air would escape him and black dotted his vision and… He would wake up.
Sometimes the dream would play out the same way up to the kiss. But, instead of Kurt pulling away, they continued to kiss, falling back onto the bed, their tongues intertwining and hands exploring and they kept going until they couldn't breathe and they hat to part, gasping for breath. These dreams were the worst because when Kurt leaned forward to kiss him again, the bed would split open underneath them and fire and brimstone was all Scott could register. He saw Kurt chained and screaming, being dragged further and further into the depths. "You did this to me," came the calm echo of Kurt's voice even though Scott could see him thrash amongst the flames. "I was scared to go to Hell, und I thought you could save me." Scott raced after the blue boy, wanting nothing more than to save him. "But, Scott… You were the one who damned me."
Scott woke up in a sweat, nothing but darkness greeting him due to the band around his eyes. He was grateful for it now in a way he had never been before because it really would have sucked to blow a hole through the manor at this hour. He reached for the edge of the band, twisting the knob to lightening it some so that he could see through it.
" I was scared to go to Hell, und I though you could save me… But, Scott… You were the one who damned me."
Those words echoed with Scott even though Kurt had never truly said them. But it was truly. Kurt had shared all of his fears to Scott, and in Kurt's moment of vulnerability, Scott had committed a horrible sin in the eyes of the Catholic community. He was sure Kurt hated him… Since the incident, neither so much as remained in the same room as one another, excluding the Danger Room.
They skirted around each other and the only form of communication either had with the other was only for official business. Scott was torn up inside, unable to figure out how to make things right. If he could just get Kurt alone, just talk to him and apologise and ask the other to forgive him… But he'd understand if Kurt never forgave him. Homosexuality was a sin in the eyes of the Lord, Scott had been told countless times. By people who both knew and were ignorant to his sexuality. Kurt could never forgive Scott, he knew, but he would beg, plead, bargain whatever remained of his soul just to make sure that Kurt's still made it into Heaven.
The kid was just too pure to be sent to Hell, and his fears were all material based. He was scared that God would see him as a demon and cast him to Hell. He was scared that nothing he would do could repent for whatever sins he believed he did, caused, or embodied. Kurt knew, that if God was real, and even if God was cruel, he'd never do such horrendous things to someone so faithful, so broken, so innocent and so deserving of Heaven.
Scott looked to the clock, sighing heavily when he saw it was only 3:06 in the morning. His stomach choose an inopportune time to growl loudly, prompting him to throw aside his sweat soaked blankets and walk into the chilly hallway air. He made his way to the kitchen, his bare feet slapping off the wooden walkways, the sound changing slightly when he entered the tiled room of the kitchen. He heard humming from by the fridge and he stopped.
Kurt was rummaging through it, a gallon of milk held up by his tail and some lullaby like hum. He turned and stopped when he saw Scott, an emotion almost kinship to fear crossing his face. He turned to put the milk away, obviously intent on no longer eating the cereal he had been preparing, but Scott stepped forward, grabbed his wrist and begged. "Wait, please. Kurt. Let me talk to you." His words were strained with days worth of agonising and analysing and chastising. "I just… I just want to talk to you." He could feel how tense the younger male was under his palm and he loosened his grip, letting his hand fall back down to his side.
Kurt stood up straight before slowly walking over to a chair, sitting down and watching Scott with intense yellow eyes. "You wish to talk? So talk."
Scott swallowed, fiddling with his thumbs before sitting in the chair across from Kurt. "I'm sorry," he breathed. "For what I did the other day. I- I had not right to just… I'm sorry. You were so upset and I let my own feelings slip into the situation and I failed you not only as a team leader but as a friend." The words felt like they were choking Scott and for a moment he panicked that he actually might start choking on them. But once they were out, the lump began to shrink and he found himself able to tentatively look up at the other.
There was hurt in Kurt's eye and Scott panicked that he had said something wrong. "Scott… Es tut mir leid . I did not… I did not mean to hurt you when I told you to leave. I was… I was just taken back and confused. I thought…" He sighed, rubbing at his tired looking eyes. "Perhaps avoiding each other for the past week was not the most wunderbar idea."
Scott nodded in agreement. "I want to talk to you, a real talk. But somewhere more private, if you're okay with that? I don't want someone like Kitty to find her way in on our conversation like she has a habit of doing."
Hesitation flashed through those radiant yellow orbs before Kurt nodded. "Take my hand, mein freund . I know a place we can speak."
And so for the first time in over a week, Scott touched Kurt and everything exploded in a flash of smoke, sulfur, an f!