Galatea

Galatea Chapter Twelve (NC-17)
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The more Kurt thought about it, the more annoyed he became. _She didn't even tell me she was going to pierce herself! How long has she been planning to do that and why didn't she tell me? _ He was so wrapped up in his internal monologue that he did not see Logan until the man spoke.
"What's your problem?"
Kurt stopped abruptly and pivoted os tos toes to face his girlfriend's foster father. "Kitty!"
Logan's brows shot up. "Trouble in Paradise?"
"She _debased _ herself!"
"She _what _?" Logan stood, abandoning the beer and football game, and closed the distance between him and Kurt. "What did you do to her?"
"She did it to herself!" Kurt snapped, too upset to even be scared of the man.
Logan was not sure he wanted to hear about this. "She...what?"
"She got her navel pierced!"
Logan blinked. "Is that it?"
Kurt stared, the wind taken out of his sails momentarily. "Well...ja..."
"Elf, it's a piercing. Not like she got a tattoo or something."
Kurt frowned. "That would be not nice."
"Why not?" Logan shrugged. "Her body. She's legal....wait a second..." He frowned. "Not until June she isn't..."
Kurt felt a wash of guilt. He had just gotten Kitty into trouble. "Maybe she took it out," he offered as Logan sidled past him.
"What's it got you so upset for anyway?" Logan demanded as he paused in the entryway, seemingly deciding where Kitty was most likely to be before turning sharply and heading down the side hall.
"It's just..." Kurt struggled for the words. "Tabby had her navel pierced and remember how she used to be..."
"Tons of women have their navels and other things pierced and they're not...not like that." Logan paused again and smiled faintly, turning towards the infirmary.
Kurt shook his head impatiently. "But not Kitty...she's...nice."
Logan came to a complete stopped. "Don't tell her that."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Unless you want her to be seriously pissed at you, don't tell Kitty you think she's a nice girl. Who knows what she'll come back with pierced next time."
Kurt stood in the hall as Logan proceeded on to the infirmary, horrified. "But she *is * nice!" he called, hurrying to catch up.
"Trust me, Elf, don't even try it..."

Kitty was hunched over her lap top, frowning at Amara's file as Jean leaned over her shoulder. "I just don't see how we can fix that..."
Logan filled the doorway, making them both look up. "Half Pint, show me your stomach."
"Pardon me?" Kitty blinked several times up at him, surprised and a little taken aback.
"Your stomach. Show it to me."
Kitty's eyes lit on Kurt, hunkering in the shadows and looking very guilty. "You rat," she said plainly. "Fine." Kitty stood and lifted her shirt enough to expose the still-red flesh of her piercing, only a few hours old. "Happy now?"
"Take that thing out," Logan snapped. "How the Hell did you get that? You're underage!"
She was tempted to tell him all the other girls except Theresa and Paige had gotten pierced, too, but she held her tongue. "No."
"Katzchen," Kurt said plaintively, "please?"
"Oh, for the love of..." She pushed her computerardsards Jean. "Just bring it up when you're done. I'm going to use the one in my room and see what I can come up with."
Logan grabbed her arm as she passed. "You listen to me, Half Pint. Just because I'm not ybiolbiological father doesn't mean you can act like that to me!"
Kitty's face became dark in anger. "Fine," she growled. "I'll take it out tonight."
"Now," Logan said patiently.
"Tonight," she repeated, phasing from his grasp and into Jono's room below.
Jean frowned at them both. "Logan I can understand, but you, Kurt? Geez. How draconian can you get? Ever think that there's something about you she doeslikelike but deals with it because she loves you?" She gathered up her paperwork and disappeared into Beast's office with a backwards glare. "And Emma said clean up your own mess, Logan!"
Logan frowned. "With God as my witness, I will never understand teenaged girls."
Kurt sighed painfully. "You and me both."

Evan sighed and stared at the floor of the convenience store dejectedly. _How did I get like this? Two months ago, I was living high and not a care in the world. Now I'm waiting for Pietro to steal toilet paper. _ A breeze and a blur ruffled his field of vision and Evan sighed again, dropping the twenty cent pack of gum on the counter and paying for it without saying a word. Would not due to arouse suspicion, Tarot had said, handing him to the two dimes. He trudged out under the watchful electronic eye of the security camera and met Pietro at the corner nearest Main Street. "Done?"
"One more stop," he said with a sigh, "and shopping's done."
Evan took the toilet paper wordlessly and stuffed it into his backpack, leaning against the bus stop to wait. Pietro returned in under two minutes, shoving handfuls of sundries at him. "Let's get outta here. I think I twigged someone to me." He was gone in a blur, leaving Evan with a backpack full of stolen goods. Feeling sick to his stomach, he turned in the opposite direction and wandered down Elm towards Pine, the back route to the boardinghouse. He paused at the last turn and stared up the hill towards the Institute. He had to know... had to find out...
Piotr was still on the phone when Evan entered through the side door above the cellar entrance. "I need on there," he said stridently, gathering courage.
Piotr glared and murmured something in German. "Dosvedanya," he added more loudly. "I was trying to have a conversation with Katja," he sulked.
"All you've done is talk to her since we got here," Evan snapped.
"Maybe because we have nothing else to do!"
"The two of you go back to the old man then," Tarot sighed, bored.
Evan narrowed his eyes at her. She had not moved off the couch in hours, reading magazine after magazine that they could not afford. "Why don't you go shake Mystique loose and do something useful?"
Tarot twisted her wrist and produced a card from seemingly out of nowhere. "Don't fuck with me," she said softly.
Pietro's head popped around the corner and he cringed. "We just got done cleaning up from the seven of wands...don't make her do anything..."
Evan felt a migraine coming on. "I'm out of here," he sighed. "Piotr, coming?"
"Nyet." He was already dialing the phone, calling card out and ready.
Evan tossed a rude gesture over his shoulder and plunged out into the late afternoon's wan sunlight. He did not know where he was going, but he knew he did not want to be found.