Galatea

Galatea Chapter Thirty Two (NC-17)
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"We don't have a lot of time before Logan figures out we're not all in our rooms," Kurt said quietly, standing on his bed.
Jamie sighed. "Just when I thought I'd stopped feeling like a kid..."
Kurt glared briefly. "Listen up. It's been determined that the girls are either insane or mad at us. Or both."
"I'm voting for both," Lance sighed.
Scott stretched and yawned. "Look, Jean's not going to be gone long so we gotta hurry. I'm more afraid of the wife than of Logan right now."
"Yeah," Todd grinned, "what was all that yelling earlier, anyway?"
"What yelling?"
He glanced at Sam and replied slyly, "I was down by the lake, yo, an' I heard Red yellin' at Fearless Leader. Must've been pissed to do it out loud, ya know?"
Kurt saw the dangerous expression wash over Scott's face and cleared his throat. "To be quick about this, if we want the girls to stop acting so...odd...we have to stop taking them for granted."
A burst of denials issued forth from the males seated on the floor and on the bed. Finally, Todd's voice drifted above the others, "Fuzzbutt is right, yo."
Remy snorted. "Like Hell."
"Think about it," Kurt said in a tone bespeaking much exasperation with his friends. "Most of us have been with our girlfriends for a while now and we're sort of letting things slide."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Nothin' is slidin' my way, man." Jono's ker ker needed no explanation. "Nothin' better be slidioursours either..."
Kurt waved for quiet again. "So it's about a week until Valentine's day and this is what I'm suggesting..." He paused for effect, waiting for one moment longer than was absolutely necessary to garner all the attention in the room. "Be the most attentive, considerate, caring boyfriends they could ever want. At least for this week. After that, maybe we'll be less likely to treat them like just friends and they'll see we didn't mean to do that to them."
"A week?" Todd sighed. "I don't think I can do mush for a week."
Remy shrugged. "Pas de problem.1" With a slow smile, he added, "C'est mon etat naturel."2
Kurt snorted. "Anyone going to have a problem with this?"
Jamie raised his hand. "Rahne's off me. Months of...stuff...and yesterday SHE turned ME down!"
Lance just shook his head. "My girlfriend's gonna go to federal pen tomorrow. I got more stuff to worry about than whether or not I should give her flowers."
Kurt and Remy exchanged glances and vented a mutual sigh. "Look," the Cajun took over, "it ain't 'bout flowers an' crap. Jus'..."
"Be yourselves, how you are with them usually, only more so," Kurt put in.
Remy nodded. "Be open in your affections."
Scott cleared his throat. "Why does this sound like some weird cult?"
"Join us," Todd chanted in a moony voice. "Join us, Scott...Follow the mushballs..."
"Klappe," Kurt ordered. "Now we'll check progress tomorrow night, ja? After dinner."
"I'll set up a Danger Room session," Scott sighed. "It'll look less suspicious if we have something to do together instead of meeting like this."
"Good idea," Kurt nodded, looking up sharply as Bobby stuck his head in the door.
"Logan just left his room. You got two mintues!"
"Okay, tomorrow!" Kurt blew out a sigh of relief as everyone scattered to their own rooms. He fell back on his bed with a grimace of tired stress. _How else can I act with Kitty, other than how I already do? I show her how I feel all the time... Maybe it's too much? _

"I'm sure he's not cheating, Jean," Kitty said kindly. "He loves you too much..."
"I don't think he's cheating," the older teenager replied matter of factly. "I think the little bastard's up to something and I hate being kept in the dark."
"Um, this might be stating the obvious, but...Jean, you're psychic." Jubilee made "figure it out" motions, staring hard at her friend.
Jean sighed. "I'm not a strong one, not like Emma or the Professor. Besides," she sighed, "Scott's got shields up that'd make Fort Knox3 look flimsy."
"I think," Amara intoned with only the faintest hint of a lisp, "that he feels confined."
All eyes turned to her. "Huh?"
"I saw it often on Nova Roma. We married young there, women more than men, but the men who did tended to go off like Scott does. Go to town for hours on end, go to the hillside...disappear to be away from his wife and family." She shrugged, working the tongue ring around in her mouth. "It was expected."
"Not here it is," Jean sniped.
"Okay," Kitty said a little more loudly than Jean was speaking, "we only have fifteen minutes before Logan's second sweep. Gotta make this fast, okay?"
Rahne groaned and closed her eyes. "I'm not wearin' make up!"
"No," Kitty said patiently, "no make up unless you really want to."
Emma sighed. "Kitty..."
"Right. Onwards and upwards," she giggled nervously. "Okay, we're here because, um...well..."
Rogue rolled her eyes and stood. "Because we're having problems with the guys. Just say it."
Kitty nod not not quite willing to consign her recent spats with Kurt to the realm of problems and all it's negative implications. "What I was thinking is this...all of us...well, most of us...have gotten kind of lax in how we act with the guys. I mean, today, I was making out with Kurt," she paused, blushing brightly under Emma's amused glance, "and I realized I hadn't, like, shaved my legs in DAYS!"
Jubilee snorted again. "Dude, I'm wearing a skirt. A skirt!"
"What Kitty means is," Emma put in, rising smoothly to her feet as she strolled towards the door, "she thinks it's a good idea to act very...feminine...with your significant others to show them that you still consider them worthy of the effort."
There was a thunderous silence, then Rogue spoke. "I look like Betty Fucking Crocker. What the fuck else am I supposed to do?"
"Uh..." Kitty blinked. "Spend the night here and I'll help with the make up and clothes thing, but everyone else...don't go all Barbie or anything just..." She gestured vaguely. "Just be more girlfriend-y."
Emma frowned. "This hen party had better split up now. Logan's prowling."
The girls hurried to leave, Amara and Rogue lingering with Emma in Kitty's room. "Amara," Kitty said sotto voce, leaning close, "see me before your meeting tomorrow. I have something that'll help."
"Oh?"
"Trust me...just don't forget to see me first if I don't find you, okay? Promise me!"
"I...promise..." She raised a brow. "What is it?"
Kitty licked her lips and glanced at Emma and Rogue. "I can't say now... Just trust me."
"Against my better judgment, okay."
Rogue cleared her throat. "So are you gonna make me girly or what?"
"I'll...try..." Kitty managed, trying not to giggle at the picture of discomfort Rogue presented.
Emma smiled. "Good night girls," she said loudly, her reason why appearing a moment later in the partially opened door. "Ah, Logan... Amara's very upset about tomorrow. I told them it would be alright for them to spend the night together, comforting her..."
Logan raised a brow. "Sure...Night Half Pint. Amara, Rogue."
"Night, Logan," they chorused too perfectly. Emma's wince drove Kitty to add, "We'll be shutting down soon so don't worry."
"Right..." He made a mental note to check on them in ten minutes. "Night, girls. Emma." He shut the door firmly between them, Emma turning away without speaking to him and heading towards her own room. He sighed and paused, not willing to face Storm's mood just yet but knowing he had to. _If I ever get my hands on Evan, I'm killing him. _

A/N Beast/Cecilia next. And others.


1 Not a problem
2 It's my natural state.
3 Depository for the U.S. gold standard and silver as well. Very heavily guarded.