Kurt groaned as he awoke, wondering why he was sleeping on the floor in Storm's room of all places. While the fact that he'd awoken on hardwood which he'd likely been awkwardly positioned on for hours, if the sunlight that was pouring through Storm's West facing window stabbing at the insides of his eyeballs was any indication, that was not the reason behind his pained moaning. Not only did he have a headache, but there was a heavily pervasive chemical smell surrounding him that badly stung his eyes - which he closed in self defense - and his nose and exacerbated things.
Popping over to his bathroom so the students couldn't see him in this state, he hurriedly got into the shower and turned on the water by feel and started washing himself. Eventually, thanks to the fact he'd neglected to turn on the bathroom light and the water that washed away a good deal of the chemical stench, he felt it safe to open his poor, abused eyes.
What he could see in the slightly muted light coming in through the frosted bathroom window didn't make sense at first. His brain, which wasn't functioning at peak efficiency, failed to process it for any number of seconds . Finally realization began to dawn. The shock, anger, and utter mortification began to follow after, languidly joining the realization at their own pace.
There were yellow lines of varying thicknesses all over his body. About the only place on him that hadn't been decorated in swirls, whooshes and geometric patterns was his...
Tracing his hand over one of the designs that had been bleached into his fur, Kurt began to plot his revenge.