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A Spell of Snowfall
Dec 8th, 6:00 AM
The sun rises over the manor on a cold December morning, and Scott Summers rises with it. Some people have what they call “a morning routine”, wake up, wash your face, brush your teeth, etc. Scott is no different, he untangles himself from the woman beside him, rolling over, as he reaches out towards the night table where his hands found a pair of sunglasses. He’s done this so often he could do it blindfolded, which in essence, he does. He removes the sleeping mask from his face, swiftly putting his glasses into place, then and only then does he open his eyes. He turns and looks at the woman who had been lying beside him, still fast asleep. He leaves a gentle kiss on her forehead, as he ascends from the bed, preparing for the day ahead.
The sky is a rich shade of blue today. He can’t tell. Everything Scott Summers ever sees is red.
Every morning after waking up, Scott runs four laps around the Manor’s grounds. A simple routine, yet one with several benefits, including increased focus, improved sleep quality, and feeling energized for the rest of his day. Most days, Scott is the lone soul on the manor grounds awake at this hour. Today is, evidently, not most days. Instead of the normal peace and quiet he gets from his morning jog, his ears instead are occupied by the sound of BAMFS, and a recognizable voice humming along to a familiar carol. As Scott jogs, he keeps his eyes on the Manor roof and watches as the unmistakable form of Kurt Wagner teleports around, attaching strings of wires to the roof, most likely lights, Scott realized. Scott finished his jog just around the same time as the Amazing Nightcrawler began to crawl down the side of the manor, back towards the ground.
“Guten Morgen, Scott,” Kurt called out to Scott as the Alaska native approached the front of the manor.
“Good Morning, Kurt. You are up earlier than usual,” he said, having to crane his neck up to look at Kurt as he crawled past the second story window.
“Had trouble sleeping, so I decided, why bother?” Kurt said, not sounding anywhere near as tired as a man without sleep should. Then, as if to prove he had no lack of energy, the former acrobat leapt from the wall, still about 10 feet off the ground, spinning through the air, before he landed softly on his feet right in front of his friend. “I decided instead to decorate the manor. it is the giving season, ja ?”
“Well, that’s what the commercials say, I suppose,” Scott said.
“Oh don’t act like Der Grinch, herr Summers. We don’t have enough room for a third colorful furry mutant on the team,” Kurt joked as he turned around beginning the process of plugging the end to the lights into the extension cord he had set up.
“I think you have me confused with Logan, I like the holidays just fine.” Scott said. Memories of spending nights with Jean over the years danced like sugar plum fairies in his head. That being said, Scott was not one to spend a whole month celebrating one day. “Need a hand?,” he asked.
“ Nein , but danke . Just one moment-” Kurt connected the plug to the extension cord, and the array of lights shone. “Ta-Da” He said with a dramatic bow. “What do you think?”
“I think they’re bright,” Scott said blankly, the glare making it hard to tell what colors they were from behind his red specs. He noticed Kurt sag in response. “You did a good job, Kurt,” he said consolingly. “I’m sure the others will love it.” He patted his friend on the back, for good measure, noticing the red and green fluffy garment he wore. “Nice sweater by the way,” Scott said.
“ Danke , it was a gift.” A strange expression Scott was unable to identify bloomed on his face for a second as he looked down at his sweater. “She thinks I look quite dashing in it.”
“Oh yeah,” he said, now remembering Kurt had taken off for the night citing “personal reasons” . which for Kurt, meant a date. “I forgot you went on a date with an Avenger last night.”
“Wanda,” Kurt clarified, as if Scott didn’t know.
“The Scarlet Witch, yes. Well, judging by your good mood I trust the date went well?” Scott asked. Kurt simply nodded, the strange expression that Scott found a bit disturbing from before returning to Kurt’s face.
“Good,” Scott responded. “Happy to hear it…you did have your emergency transponder on you last night though, right? Thankfully there weren’t any emergencies, but for the future you-”
“Yes, yes of course, I know the rules” Kurt waved him off.
“They’re not rules, they’re regulations. Sorry for asking though, I should know you’re not green enough to forget.”
“Of course not, herr Summers, I’m Blue.” Scott rolled his eyes at Kurt’s lame joke.
“Alright, alright. I got some other things I need to take care of, talk later. Tell Wanda I said hi, it’s been a while.” Scott walked past him and into the manor, unaware of the disturbing expression returning to Kurt’s face for a third time.
Dec 7th, 7:47 PM
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum
The noise sounded as Kurt tapped two of his three knuckles against the door to Avengers Manor. He returned his hand to the pockets of his trench coat as the cold night air was sharp enough to bite even past his thin layer of fur. The chilling breeze that made the ends of his scarf dance a polka behind him certainly did not help.
Kurt couldn’t help but be nervous as he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching from the other side of the door. He was a bit late. The two had agreed to go out at 7:15, but it seems that one of New York’s many super villains had something to say about that. Defeating him hadn’t taken very long, especially thanks to Kitty and Illyana being there to help, but it did force him to have to take another shower and change his wardrobe. He had managed to send a text to Wanda, who seemed understanding, but it was still a bit embarrassing to be late because of Big Wheel .
A balding man in a nice suit opened the door, and like most who first come face to face with him, seemed taken aback by Kurt’s appearance.
“I dare say,” the British accented man said. “If I didn’t know any better, it would appear that Erroyl Flynn had crawled out of the grave to visit.”
‘Oh’ Kurt realized, now chuckling at his false assumption.
“Apologies, I forgot I had this thing on,” reaching into his coat pocket he retrieved the image inducer, and switched it off, revealing his true fuzzy self.
“Ah, Mr. Wagner.” The British man said, relaxed now. “Miss Maximoff will be quite chuffed to know you arrived. I’m Edwin Jarvis, butler to the Avengers. It must be ghastly out there. Please, come in.” Kurt followed Jarvis into the manor which, thank the Lord, was warm. Jarvis stopped in front of an opening to a room, Kurt’s pointy ears picking up the sounds of conversation from within.
“I believe that Miss Maximoff is still getting herself ready for you,” Jarvis said. “Please feel free to wait here in the lounge while I inform her of your arrival.” Jarvis gave him a nod after finishing his sentence before quickly walking away. Kurt was surprised to hear she was still getting ready, but he supposed she probably waited longer to start knowing he would be late. Without many other options, Kurt peered into the lounge, and saw quite the group of heroes.
Ant-Man, Spider-Woman, She-Hulk, Hawkeye, Tigra, and the ever-loving, blue-eyed, idol of millions, Ben Grimm, were sitting around a table playing poker. Tigra began sniffing the air.
“What the hell smells like rotten eggs,” she turned and locked yellow eyes with him. “This freak one of ours?” She asked brazenly, wounding his pride a bit.
Before Kurt could respond, Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye interjected. “Don’t you read the news?” Clint said, rolling his eyes. “He’s an X-Men, it's hard to mistake that face.”
“You don’t look much prettier from where I’m sitting, pal. Now quit stalling.” The Thing stated, and pointed a rock covered finger at Clint’s hand of cards.
“I’m not stalling Rock Ness.” Clint said, to stall. Finally after realizing his hand wasn’t going to change no matter how hard he stared at it, he threw in the towel. “…Damn…fold.” Clint relented.
“Ha,” Ben said with a gravelly chuckle. “Thought so. You’re next Jess.”
“Call,” Spider-Woman said, tapping the table. Done with her turn, she now turned her attention to Kurt, who was still awkwardly standing in the doorway. “Wait a minute, are you Nightcrawler?”
“The one and only,” Kurt said with a smile and a mock bow. The act didn’t seem to impress Jessica as she looked him up and down.
“So you are Kurt, I’ve heard so much about you. You know…fur notwithstanding…I get it.”
“Uhh…thanks?” Kurt said, both flustered from the knowledge that Wanda may talk about him, and the back-handed compliment.
“That’s fur?” Scott Lang asked.
“That’s what Wanda said,” Jessica responde with a shrug.
“It doesn’t look like fur,” Scott said, squinting at him.
“It’s a very thin layer, hard to notice if you’re not up close,” Kurt supplied helpfully, taking a step forward.
“It’s definitely fur,” She-Hulk said, keeping her eyes on her hand of cards. “Feels like velvet, allegedly.” Jennifer set a few chips down on the table. “You know what Ben? I don’t think you have shit, I’ll raise you.”
“Good to see you, Jennifer.” Kurt said, strolling to the table. She was the one he was most familiar with, having been friendly while working with her in the past. “How goes the law-firm?”
“Same old-same old. I can’t tell you too much, an attorney must keep her secrets after all, but business is good. How’s the school, Kurt?”
“It-”
“WAIT!” Scott interrupted. “His name is Kurt?!”
“I said that earlier,” Jessica said.
“I wasn’t paying attention!” Scott defended.
“Yes, my name is Kurt Wagner-”
“Scott, why does his name surprise you?” Jennifer asked, interrupting him.
“I don’t know, I expected Dracula, Renfield, Helsing, some Bram Stoker stuff.”
“I am NOT a vampire!” Kurt said, now a bit peeved.
“Yeah, I got fangs too. Lay off the guy, Scott.” Tigra said.
“I agree, but Greer, Didn’t you just call him a freak a few minutes ago?” Jessica pointed out.
“That was before I knew he was a fellow member of the Fur Federation. Now, he’s family, and you gotta stick up for family.”
“HEY!” Ben shouted out. “What’s with all the hubbub?! I thought we were playing a game here!”
Kurt then jumped, not because of the bellows of the Orange Slice, though it would certainly be warranted if it was. No, it was because he felt a tap on his shoulder, surprising him.
“Hello Kurt, sorry for the wait.” Wanda. The voice that seemed to turn his ears on fire anytime he heard it was unmistakable.
“No need for apologies,” he said as he turned around. “I was late first after ... .after a-all.” Kurt stumbled over his words as he gazed upon her visage. She wore a violet cashmere coat, with a matching beret resting atop the waves of brown curls.
‘Mein Gott im Himmel.’ He thought to himself, as he pondered over what he had done in his life to be standing here, with a woman so radiantly beautiful that the room appeared brighter just from her entering it. Thankfully he was able to regain his ability so he didn’t make any more of a fool of himself. “I see it was time well spent, you are a picture of beauty, Frau Maximoff.”
“You look quite dashing yourself, Herr Wagner,” she smiled tenderly. The two shared a wordless moment, basking in each other's presence.
“WOULD YOU TWO STINKIN’ LOVE BIRDS GET OUTTA HERE ALREADY?!” The Thing hollered. “I’M TRYING TA’ CONCENTRATE!”
“My old pal Benji’s just stalling cause his hand stinks,” Jennifer said to the two with a smile. “You two have fun tonight.”
“Danke,” Kurt nodded at Jennifer, while Ben grumbled over his cards, but not denying their alleged poor quality. The former circus star turned to the avenger at his side. “Shall we?”
“Hmmm…” Wanda said, as if she was mulling over it. “I guess so.”
Dec 8th, 8:30 AM
Kurt continued his holiday operation of setting up decorations, having already finished the foyer and now wrapping up the lounge. He stepped back from his work, smiling proudly as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. When he turned to greet them, he was happy to see the countenance of his close companion, who let out a yawn as she combed her hands through her long brown curls.
“Good morning, Kätzchen!” Kurt greeted, with a nickname reserved only for her. “Sleep well?”
“Morning Fuzzy,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “I had a dream that I somehow forgot to submit a ton of assignments to my professor, it was awful.”
‘Dreams are echoes of our subconscious,’ Kurt remembered someone telling him once. Kitty had been taking online courses for a technical institute. It wasn’t exactly the most prestigious program as he understood, but it did allow her to earn a degree while not interfering too much with her place on the team. Besides, he had trouble believing any school could offer much to teach his Kätzchen. She’s been a wiz with machinery since she joined the team. But, if she was having troubling dreams, perhaps things were not going as well as he had thought.
“Is something wrong with your online courses?” he ventured to ask, hoping he didn’t sound like a nag.
“Of course not!” she said, a bit defensively, now properly looking at him. “It was just a stupid dream,” she pouted.
“Dream or not, nothing that causes you distress is stupid to me.” His concern elicited a sigh from Kitty, as she calmed down.
“Thank you, but seriously, it’s not a big deal. It just wasn’t the way I would like my day to start. I’m sure we’ve both had far worse dreams than that.” She said in a way that could be read as half joke and half statement. Kurt simply nodded in response, not wishing to comment on his own night terrors. He did not need to trouble her with the memories of fire, mobs, and lies. Kitty glanced around the lounge, finally taking it all in, her mouth falling open.
“Kurt it’s…”
Happy for the change in topic, Kurt brightened, seeing she had finally noticed his handiwork. A wreath hung over the fireplace, and a garland on top of the mantle. From the wreath hung ornaments of two colors, colors that matched the colors of various candles, bowls, and other decorations scattered throughout the room.Those colors were blue and white , more than a few of them marked with the Star of David.
Kitty looked back to Kurt, wide brown eyes meeting ones of pure glowing yellow.
“You-” she stuttered. Kurt’s smile grew until it could not be any bigger. Prideful of the joy that his hard work had elicited.
“Tonight will be the first night, ja? I figured you may wish to celebrate in style.”
“Kurt?”
“Yes?” His reply was his friend abruptly colliding into him, throwing her arms around him. He returned her hug after a moment of surprise.
“Damn, you and your big fuzzy heart.” she said into his chest, through what sounded like sniffles.
“Kätzchen, did I misstep? I did not mean to make you cry.” He said, worried.
“They’re happy tears, you dork,” she said affectionately, as she squeezed him tighter. “Thank you, Fuzzy Elf.”
“ Bitte , you don’t need to thank me. I was happy to do it.”
“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” Another familiar voice came from the lounge entrance. Kurt, arms still wrapped around Kitty, turned his head to see none other than the time-displaced mutant herself, Rachel Summers. Walking into the lounge.
“Nein, feel free to join in if you wish.” He joked.
“Appreciate the offer, but I’ll pass,” she said back, now noticing the decor.
“Woah, did you two do all this?”
“Actually,” Kitty said, separating herself from Kurt. “It was just Kurt.”
“Guilty as charged,” he said, as he showed his fanged smile.
“Sweet, and impressive,” Rachel said. “I’m not helping you clean all this up in 9 days though.”
“You wound me,” Kurt said dramatically. “I would never burden a fair maiden such as yourselves for assistance in such a task. I would burden Henry.” Rachel laughed, Kitty rolled her eyes.
“Either of you two eat?” Rachel asked, Kurt and Kitty both shook no. “Well, I’m going out for breakfast. So if you want to come, feel free.”
“Sure,” Kitty said, “Beats whatever we have lying here. What about you?” She said looking at the tallest and furriest person in the room.
“Well, decorating did work up a bit of an appetite.” He said. “I will accompany you if you’ll have me.”
“I just invited you,” Rachel said. She gazed at her friend’s state of wardrobe, Kitty still in her PJs, and Kurt in an ugly sweater. “Want me to give you two a quick change?” referring to her telekinetic ability to change clothes into whatever outfit she wished.
“After the last time, no thanks.” Kitty said.
“Your loss,” the redhead shrugged. “And you, Kurt?”
“I think I’ll pass as well, mein freund.” Kitty now looked at the sweater she had just been crying into
“Is that new, Fuzzy? I haven’t seen it before.”
“Oh? This?” he said, thankful for his fur concealing his blush. “It’s new, yes.A gift, actually.” Why was he embarrassed about this? it was fine to tell Scott, but not Kitty and Rachel? Two people he was much closer with?
“Who from?” Kitty asked. The look she was now giving him was one he saw often, whenever she was trying to solve a problem or a mystery.
“You can interrogate him in the car ride, Kitty.” Rachel said. “I’ll give you both 5 minutes to get changed, if you’re not ready by then, I’m leaving without you.”
“Jerk,” Kitty grumbled as she quickly raced up the stairs. Kurt was saved for now, but knew the two of them would get a confession out of him sooner or later.
“I think I’m fine as is,” Kurt said, moving to retrieve his coat from the hallway, where he had left it the night- err, make that morning, prior.
“If you want to look silly, that's your own prerogative.” Rachel said with a shrug.
“That’s harsh, I rather like this sweater.”
“You’d like a trash bag if a pretty woman gave it to you.”
“Hey! Wait, how did you-”
“I don’t need to read your mind to know that, Kurt.” she interrupted. “You’re just obvious.”
“Oh…”
Kitty raced back down the steps towards them.
“3 minutes and 27 seconds, for your information.” Rachel simply nodded in response, smiling. And the three friends left to get their most important meal of the day.
Dec 7th, 8:20 PM
A light dusting of snow fell as the two immigrants walked towards Riegelmann Boardwalk, their agreed destination. Kurt’s image inducer was back on, however, he was not donning the appearance of Erroyl Flynn. Instead he used a mode that made him appear close to what he presumed he would look like if he wasn’t a mutant. They had not been walking long before Wanda had surprised him and snatched a hold of one of his hands. While the image inducer could produce the look of a normal, bronze colored, five-fingered hand, it could not create the feel of one. Wanda still felt the fur and three-fingered nature of his real hands. She did not seem to mind though, and soon she had found a way to interlock her fingers with his own larger ones.
“You’re not wearing any gloves,” she said when he looked at her. “Wouldn’t want your hands to freeze.” Kurt knew a weak excuse when he heard one, but he certainly was not going to complain.
“I assure you, so long as you’re near, I have no need to fear the cold,” he said in response. The warmth in his chest that rose when he saw her blush proving his point. Wanda looked down at the simulacrum of his hand.
“I wish you didn’t have to do all this,” she said, looking back up to his face.
“ Was? ”
“This,” she repeated, nodding her head at him. “This illusion. You shouldn’t be ashamed to show your true self.” Ah, he understood now. He flashed her his best charming smile.
“Tis’ a small price to pay for the luxury of your company, schön.”
“You’re deflecting,” she said, her lips downturned. “I appreciate the flattery, and perhaps I’m overstepping my bounds, but I’d rather you be open with me, than lie.”
“I wasn’t lying,” he said, perhaps a bit defensively. “Not entirely anyways,” he added. Wanda didn’t look like she believed him, but didn’t comment, looking downwards again.
‘Nun, du hast es endlich vermasselt, Wagner.’ he thought to himself.
“As a child,” Wanda said, startling him out of his pity party. “My parents always warned me to never mention that we’re Roma when we went into towns.” Kurt nodded, remembering Margali teaching similar such lessons to Stephan and Jimaine. Most people could tell his mother was romani just from looking at her, but his siblings were less obvious, Jimaine especially. “Didn’t matter much, most figured it out anyways. I didn’t understand it when I was young, I was supposed to be proud and happy of who I am, yet I had to hide part of myself.” Kurt saw where she was going with this. Wanda paused her story as the two halted at a traffic stop, and awaited the walk sign.
“I understand, but why are you telling me this?” He winced at how rude his words were, but Wanda didn’t seem offended.
“I feel like I can trust you, like you can understand.” Her green eyes were like black holes that sucked his heart and soul as she gazed up at him. “I want to be open with you, so please, be honest with me.” Kurt hesitated, a lifetime of protecting those around him from his troubles would not change instantly, even upon the request of the heaven sent angel before him. That being said, he liked Wanda a lot , and if whatever this was between them was going to continue, he would at least have to try.
“I am not ashamed of myself, Wanda.” He said simply, averting his gaze to keep his eyes on the orange hand to see when it would change to the walk sign. “but, I am aware. My appearance can be…disturbing.” He remembered a girl from Illinois, so scared of his looks that she ran towards her pursuers instead. “It is…easier, for myself and those around me, to appear this way.” Wanda squeezed his hand.
“I’m sorry,” she said, as the sign signaled for them to resume their walk.
“I meant what I said earlier, Wanda.” he continued as they walked. “I may not like wearing this facade, but I’m willing to do it to be able to be with you.”
“You don’t have to do that for me,” she said. “If you’re doing this for me, then please, turn that thing off.”
“I appreciate that, I really do. But…” He paused as he tried to figure out the exact words to use. “I want to enjoy my time with you Wanda, and I can’t do that if I’m ignoring dirty glances from everyone around us, or worrying who will be the first one to take action against me.” She looked away from him. Mulling over his words.
“Thank you, Kurt. I’m asking a lot from you right now, and I’m sorry to drag the mood down. But I’ve been with men who thought they needed to protect me from everything before. I don’t want that.” Kurt rubbed his thumb across the back of her glove, silently supporting her. “I don’t want any more masks.” her voice was somehow both soft and firm. She raised her free hand, and Kurt saw strange glowing lines emanating from it as she flicked her wrist, the lines dissipating in the air like smoke until they were gone, and she lowered her hand. She maintained eye contact with him, and a soft smile rose across her lips.
" Blau steht dir besser,” she said. Kurt looked down to see the false image was now gone, his true, very blue, hand now revealed to the world. His eyes darted around, seeing if anybody had noticed, waiting for the angry shout or shriek of fear. Instead he felt her rub the back of his hand. “Don’t worry,” she said calmingly. “Only you and I can see this, as far as the rest of the world is concerned, your illusion is still intact.” Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, true to her word, nobody around them seemed to see his true appearance.
“I-how did you…wow.” Wanda laughed at his confusion, a sound he would be elated to hear if he wasn’t busy being utterly baffled.
“Being a witch has its benefits. A small bit of magic is a small price to pay to witness your handsome face.” Wanda said, imitating his words from earlier. Kurt couldn’t help but smile.
“You prefer me like this?” He couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes, because it’s you. The handsome looks don’t hurt either,” she joked.
“Miss Maximoff, flattery will get you everywhere .” Kurt looked down at their hands, his large blue paw wrapped around hers… it looked right .
December 8th, 9:40 AM
The scent of his coffee wafted up to his nose, the fur on which is currently hidden by the image inducer. Rachel, Kitty, and he were seated at a booth upon arrival, him and his coffee pressed against the wall, Kitty seated beside him, and Rachel all by her lonesome across from them. The three had already ordered their food, Kurt and Rachel also ordered coffee and tea respectively. Kurt eyed Rachel as she mixed her tea, a taste for which she had developed during their time across the pond.
‘Perhaps Brian introduced her, or perhaps it was Herr Stuart.’ The memories of their former colleagues caused a pang in his chest. They had some good times, the three of them, Brian, Meggan, even the Professor. They’d had some bad ones too of course, his tail unconsciously bending towards Kitty as he was reminded of losing her for months while dimension hopping. Good or bad, those times were over now, and he couldn’t help but be a bit saddened by that realization. He felt a tap on his knee, and looked over to see Kitty looking at him with unmistakable concern.
“Everything alright?” Kitty’s question elicited Rachel to look up from her tea, her focus now on him too. He must’ve been doing a bad job of disguising his brooding if Kitty could decipher it through a completely different face. No that was unfair, she simply understood him more than he often gave her credit for.
“Of course,” he said, as he gave her his perfected stage smile. “Just doing some thinking.” Kitty fixed him with a look that said ‘Cut the bull’ .
“Care to share?” He trusted Kitty, she was a close- no, she was his best friend, equally important to him as Logan. He trusted Rachel too, he’d spent nearly as much time with her as anyone besides Kitty. He didn’t even have anything to hide, just some mourning of a relatively new loss. He should admit that to both of them right this very moment. Yet still, he hesitated, he felt deja vu, only he quickly realized it wasn’t deju vu at all. He had this exact same feeling last night. The pair of eyes imploring him now were a warm brown instead of green. Kurt collected his thoughts, as he prepared to open himself again.
“I was reminiscing about Europe,” he said, knowing they’d understand. “I suppose I was just feeling a bit, Wie heißt das Wort? Wehmütig“
“Wistful,” Rachel helped.
“ Danke -eh, thank you. Seeing all the others again, Logan, Ororoe, even Scott, it’s great, but…”
“It's different?” Kitty said. Kurt gave a single nod in response looking down. “Hey,” she said, grabbing his hand, causing him to look back at her. “I miss it, too,” she said, Unknowingly making him feel like shit. Here she was, being open and transparent to him, meanwhile she had to drag him kicking and screaming to admit anything to her.
“We all do,” Rachel added. “You don't have anything to feel embarrassed about.”
“I-” his thoughts would have to wait, as the waiter came out, delivering their food to them. Kurt had gotten pancakes with a side of sausage, Kitty a plate of waffles with chocolate chips, and Rachel got an omelette. As the three set about preparing their breakfasts with butter and syrup, Rachel spoke again. Before he dug into his meal he made a vow to himself, to be more forthcoming with the people who cared for him.
“I’m glad you told us Kurt, Excalibur may be done, but we still have each other,” she paused, taking a bite of her omelette. “That means everything to me.”
“I feel the same,” Kitty agreed, as she finished pouring syrup, handing it to him. “Scotland was nice, and I enjoyed staying there, but…when we came back to Xavier’s I didn’t feel like I was leaving home, or even coming back to it. So long as we stick together I’m always home.” Her words were meant for both of them, but she kept her eyes on Kurt the entire time. “You got that, Fuzzy Elf?”
Kurt laughed, genuinely, his invisible tail swishing.
“What’s so funny?” Kitty said, a bit perturbed, after pouring her heart out to him.
“Nothing is funny, mein Kätzchen . Der Herr hat mich gesegnet, The Lord has blessed me. I am fortunate enough to share the company of two of the most beautiful and spectacular women in the world.” The two beautiful, spectacular women in question blushed. Kitty brightly, Rachel on the other hand attempted to hide it.
“Flatterer,” Rachel said. “”Did you use that line on her last night?” Kitty’s blush faded, Rachel’s words confusing her.
“Of course not, what kind of scoundrel do you take me for?” He said, mock offended.
“The Blue and Fuzzy kind.” Kitty said, ruffling his masked fur.
“Would you have me any other way?”
“No,” Kitty said simply, then turned back to her food, all 3 now remembering to eat. After a few moments, with some remnants of food still in her mouth. She spoke again. “So who is this her, Rachel speaks of? Is that why you were out last night?” Kurt braced himself for a long day of teasing, as he swallowed his sausage.
"Well, since you asked, I suppose I'll tell you."