Pretending

To clear something up, we wanted more drama in the RP, so we added Sabretooth. I thought up the theory of why he'd want to get to Kurt. To put it simply, he wanted revenge for episode 1011 (S1E11), Grim Reminder. Kurt made a fool of him and, well, Victor Creed does not take that lightly.

So there you go. 8D

My friend played Sabretooth in addition to the norm. [:

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Kurt fiddled with his image inducer outside of-- and in a less conspicuous part of-- the school. 'Sandra' flickered into existence once again and he quickly changed the outfit.

After that was done, he emerged and blended into the crowd.

Scott was walking along when someone bumped against his arm. He looked round with an irritated frown that melted away as he saw Sandra, he nudged her back gently.

"Hey babe, how's your day going?" He murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the hustle and bustle around them.

Kurt grinned up at him, giving a small shrug. "Pretty good, I guess. Nothing too exciting going on."

"I've just arrived and you say nothing's going on? I'm hurt," He teased.

"Can't blame the lady for bein' honest," An all too familiar voice said from slightly ahead of them.

His smile faultered and he sighed. "Toa-- Todd. Um, hi..." he said, catching himself from snapping at him. Almost forgot he was female for a minute.

One of Scott’s hands went almost automatically to the small of Sandra’s back, protective and slightly possessive at the same time.

"What the hell do you want?" He growled at Toad, glancing down at Sandra to make sure that she was okay.

"Just talkin' with Sandra, one eye, no need to get riled up." Todd smirked, feeling absurdly pleased that she had remembered his name. "How you been? Got bored with them yet?"

He blushed, glancing up at Scott then over to Todd again. "U-um... Well, n-no," he muttered, frowning just a little bit.

"So take the hint and leave, Toad," Scott snapped, really wanting rid of the annoying little tick, turning his back on him, facing Sandra. "What class have you got first?" He asked her, the anger draining out of his face as he looked down at her.

"Make me, Summers," Toad scowled, flushing a little at Sandra's put down as he leaned back against the wall, folding his arms.

His gaze stayed on Todd for a second or two before looking back at Scott. He kind of felt bad for Todd, but it's not like he could do anything. "Um, math I think."

"Aw heck," Scott pulled a face, absently reaching out to push a strand of hair away from Sandra's face, "I've got P.E. first." He leaned down, kissing her quickly before straightening up. "I guess I'll catch you later, yeah?" He murmured, shouldering his bag before turning to walk away.

Todd pushed away from the wall, shaking his head as he sniggered.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, blush forming on his cheeks. He smiled and lightly touched his lips, momentarily forgetting Todd was there still.

Scott waved, turning back in time to see Todd reaching out to Sandra, turning her to face him.

"That ain't how you kiss a lady." He smirked, quickly - but gently - dipping her back before kissing her passionately, running his tongue across her lower lip before biting it lightly, righting her and letting her go before she had chance to regain her wits and slap him. "That's how you kiss a lady," He winked, hopping back.

Kurt squeaked, automatically reaching up and gripping at his shirt so he wouldn't fall. He was compliant in the kiss, over too fast for him to tense up. He leaned against the lockers, blinking slowly-- in a daze.

"You dirty son of a -" Scott snarled, storming back down the corridor his one hand going to his glasses.

Toad sniggered, jumping back as he saw Scott reach up. His jaw dropped as something finally registered in his mind and he looked down at his webbed hands.

"Fur?" He murmured, looking at Sandra as a red blast slammed right into the wall beside him.

The blast brought Kurt back quickly and he turned on Scott, eyes wide. "Scott, no! You know we can't do that," he said, forgetting-- or maybe not caring-- that 'Sandra' didn't know about mutants or any of that.

Scott nearly walked into Sandra, looking down at her, his temper flared right up before he looked into those crystal blue eyes, instantly calming him down instead.

"He kissed you," He ground out.

"Who the hell are you?" Todd asked with a frown, reaching out towards Sandra once again, ignoring Scotts near growl.

"Not right now, Toad," he said, finally snapping. He scowling lightly, folding his arms over his chest and staring up at Scott.

"And so did you, Scott. And you-- you know!"

"But that's totally different!" Scott spluttered as he blushed, looking down at Sandra. "He's the enemy! And you don't love him!" He gestured to Todd who was watching the whole exchange with narrowed eyes.

Kurt flushed deep red and glanced down then back up, glaring half-heartedly. "Oh, and you so do," he hissed out quietly. His eyes darted around and-- truly not caring that Todd knew now-- quickly 'ported out of site.

He really just needed to get his mind together again.

“Fuck," Scott swore loudly at the small space that Sandra - no, Kurt had occupied a moment before, closing his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his visor.

"That was Wagner?" Todd's voice broke through his thoughts and he looked up.

"Todd, tell anyone and I swear to God -" Scott was cut off by Todds fist on his face.

"You total fucking dick!" Toad snapped, "You actually sunk so fuckin' low as to do that to someone who obviously worships the ground you walk on? You're sick, yo."

Scott glared at him, barely resisting the urge to punch back. "Yeah? And why do you care Toad? Huh?" He challenged.

Todd took a step back, shaking his head. "Fuck you," He spat before walking away, leaving Scott alone and confused.

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Kurt 'ported himself to the far side of the out-of-season game field. He crawled under the bleachers and turned off the holowatch with a sigh. He closed his eyes and molded his back against one of the vertical metal poles, skin and fur prickling from the cold-- giving him goose bumps.

God, this was so messed up. He frowned and touched his own lips again, thinking how totally different they were and-- whoa, why would he compare them anyway? He sighed again, rubbing his temples.

Todd strode out of the school until he was sure he was out of sight, dropping down into a crouch he hopped over to the bleachers and moved to crawl underneath, pausing as he realized someone was already there. He crouched back, realizing it was Kurt. Man... he looked so stressed - whoa, since when had Toad given a fuck about that?

"What the fuck you doin' here, fuzz butt?" He asked harshly.

Kurt opened his eyes, glancing over at Todd, for once not moving defensively in his presence. "Toad, I'm sure you've figured it out by now-- you're not that dumb. So please just leave me be; I don't want to deal with our squabbling right now," he said, knowing his voice must sound pathetic.

Kurt's tone did something weird to Todd's insides and it took him a moment to figure out that it was guilt. He sighed heavily, sitting down opposite the other boy in the small space, knees drawn up tight against his chest.

"Alright, no squabblin', no pretendin' to be a dumb ass." He looked up through his hair at the other boy. "I... I'm sorry I kissed ya. I didn't know you and Summers were really... Well, y'know." He shrugged one shoulder awkwardly.

He groaned, lowering his head to rest in his hands. "We're not," he said, though muffled. "That's the thing."

"Uh, I know I said no being dumb but I'm afraid you lost me." Todd frowned a little, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from reaching out to the other boy. Oh gawd no, he didnt wanna have to deal with that on top of everything else. Realization slowly started to dawn, "That looked like an interesting kind of kiss you two had."

Kurt huffed a heavy sigh and shrugged. "It's still all for Jean, you know. But," he snorted lightly, "Scott's like any normal heterosexual guy-- he sees some girl with big breasts and back to... back it up..." He shrugged again, slower. "He goes all crazy anyway. Doesn't matter if it's really me." He smiled bitterly-- not quite reaching his eyes.

"Jesus, who sucked all the self worth outta you?" Toad asked, not liking this one bit. This time he reached out, lifting the other boy's chin with a knuckle before hastily removing his hand. "What happened to the pain in the ass ball of blue fur that we all love to hate?" He asked before frowning. "You... you really love this guy, doncha?" He asked quietly, wondering why his stomach sunk.

He swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the small tingle on his chin. He put on a smirk and said, "Sorry, he's on lunch break."

His smirk faultered and he glanced down, nodding slowly. "Yeah... I do. I... I know he's not perfect or... anything. But, I just can't help it. He... he was my first real friend, you know?"

"Nope. Not as lucky as you, ain't never really had anyone I could call a real friend before. Even Lance throws me over for Kitty." Todd forced a smiled, shrugging one shoulder easily and ignoring the gnawing at his stomach. “But I can imagine." He frowned a little. "Are ya willin' to put yourself through all this shit just for a guy who treats you like, well... shit?" He asked, brutally honest.

Kurt's frown deepened at his response, but held his tongue, figuring Toad didn't want to rant either. He sighed again. "I know I shouldn't. In theory I know it's stupid and I know I'm better, but... this," he gestured to his chest, "doesn't think like that so much."

Toad laughed, the edge of it sounding far too sympathetic to his own ears let alone what it must sound like to Kurt. He looked away.

"Fucking useless thing sometimes, isn't it?" He said softly, indicating his own chest, pain stealing into his own heart. "Doesn't seem to know what's good for it." He smiled, looking back at the other boy, "So what's next on Summers' grand plans? Is he gonna actually fuck you in front of Princess Grey or not?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and playfully kicked at the other boy. "Oh, shut up, Toad," he grumbled, but hid the small smile that was threatening to form.

Toad sniggered, leaning forward to punch Kurt on the knee.

"Make me, Crawler," He quipped back, thinking how weird this was. "Am I makin' ya think too much, fuzz butt?" He asked with a bit of a smirk.

He laughed, but was thinking along the same lines. "I don't think you're capable of doing that," he joked, matching his smirk with one of his own.

"Aw man! Hurt! Totally hurt!" He laughed, clutching at his heart over dramatically, rocking back as much as the small space would allow him before his smile faded. "Seriously though - and this is kinda hard for me to ask, with you bein' my worst enemy an' all -" Liar, Toad's mind whispered at him, "- but are you, er, gonna be... you know, okay?" He asked awkwardly.

"Yeah," he said, all humor wiped from his face again. "Yeah, I'll be okay. I just... need to talk with him." Before Rogue gets knowledge of this, anyhow. He smiled lightly. "Why do you care anyway?" he asked. "I mean, if I'm your 'worst enemy an' all'..."

"Hey, when did I say I cared?" Toad smirked as he stood up, shouldering his bag but not quite managing to meet the other boys gaze. "You just looked like you needed someone to talk to. I could always beat the snot out of you if you prefer?" He offered, punching his shoulder playfully.

He snickered and punched back just as softly after standing up himself. "Oh, like you could," he said, smiling more. "You know, for being part of the Brotherhood and a slime ball, you're not so bad. But don't worry," he paused and reached out, pinching his cheek annoyingly, "I won't tell and ruin your rep."

Toad slapped his hand away, rubbing it with mock irritation as he looked away, hoping that the redness on his face could be put down to the pinch rather than anything else.

"'Not that bad'?" He elbowed Kurt before hopping out from behind the bleachers and wincing at the light. "Where's the real Nightcrawler and what did you do to him?" He asked, raising a webbed hand to shield his eyes, squinting out to see. "Uh, looks like lover boy's on his way," He nodded to where Scott was walking towards them, "I guess this is where I make my exit, huh?" He half smiled at Kurt.

Kurt nodded, his shoulders slumping just a little. "Yeah... Uh, thanks, Toa--... Todd. And, if you were wondering..." he paused, smirking. "You're a better kisser," he said with a wink, wondering why he was flirting with him. He quickly kicked at his back, getting him going. "Now hop away to your pond, little amphibian."

Without actually thinking about it, Toad's tongue shot out, smacking Kurt's ass loudly in retaliation.

"I know I'm a better kisser, fuzz butt," He winked, calling back over his shoulder as he literally hopped off. He bounded over to the school, rounding a corner and turning back, hiding behind it, peeking 'round so he could watch what happened next.

Scott walked up, scowling as he saw the pair practically playing before Toad left. He looked at Kurt. "Hey," He mumbled, blushing a little with shame, echoes of what he'd said running round his head.

Kurt yelped, jumping a little. He half-scowled in Todd's direction, rubbing lightly where he hit. "Arschloch," he muttered, but his voice was anything but angry.

"Uh, hi," he said, trying to manage a smile but failing.

Scott watched the smile hover for a moment before falling away, guilt roaring up in the pit of his stomach.

"Look," He sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, "I... I'm sorry. I... I acted like a total jerk, I didn't mean what I said, no, rather, I didn't mean to hurt you and..." He looked at Kurt worriedly, "Have I messed it up?"

"Yes, you were a jerk," he said, "but..." He heaved a sigh. "I don't know. Scott, look... You... You obviously know that... I do like you. I know I haven't been hiding it well. It's just..." He trailed off with another sigh, his heart clenching a little. "No matter what I look like-- despite what I look like-- I'm still me. I still care."

"I know you're you, Kurt," Scott frowned a little. That's part of the problem.

"I knew you were you as soon as I kissed you and..." He shrugged. "Look... I, I really, really like Sandra but I... I don't... I can't..." Like you. He shook his head. "Maybe all this wasn't such a hot idea," He said flatly.

"No, maybe it wasn't," he muttered, glancing down. He bit his bottom lip, pushing back a frown. "You do know that Sandra is me, right? Just... female? And fictional?" he said softly.

Scott couldn't help smiling a little.

"Yeah. Damn my mind for falling in love with a fictional character," He murmured before freezing, hoping Kurt wouldn't take that the way it sounded. "I mean, she, you-- Sandra doesn't... seem like you... when we're together. It's easy to forget that she's you... I'm not blaming you for that," He said hastily, "It's just... you're a great friend, Kurt, the best but..." He shrugged. "I love Jean," He said even as his mind questioned that fact.

"I know," he said as he blew out a breath, and then repeated. "I know." He looked up again, with a bitter smile. "I... have to think about it all, Scott. I don't..." He paused, shaking his head. "Just cover for me today, okay? Please?"

"You know I will. But just a minute... Look, you..." Scott reached out, a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "You know I meant it when I said I'm sorry, right? You really are a great guy..." He said softly, knowing he was probably screwing up but wanting to know that he knew.

"I know." Just not great enough. He hesitantly reached up his own hand and put it on Scott's. He squeezed it gently then pulled it off and let go. "I'll... talk to you later," he said quieter then bamfed away.

Scott sighed, shaking his head as he turned and headed back to the school. Maybe he could find Jean and try to figure out what all this was about.

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Kurt reappeared downtown, behind the Gut Bomb building. Quickly, he turned on his inducer, switching it back to his own holo-appearance.

Sabretooth looked up at a familiar scent, a grin slowly forming across his face as he stepped further back against the shadows he'd been standing in when the boy had appeared. Talk about good luck. He reached slowly into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, clawed fingers closing slowly around a needle. Inwardly he willed the boy to turn round, to face away so Sabretooth would have a clear shot.

Kurt sighed softly and ran his fingers through his hair-- a bit of a nervous habit of his. He closed his eyes before turning and starting to walk around the building. He hoped that maybe his favourite burger would at least distract his mind for a minute or two.

Sabretooth’s grin widened as he watched the boy move. With swift reflexes, he threw the needle aiming for Kurt’s spine and smiling as the sharp glint of silver hit home, right at the base of Kurt’s neck. He moved forward quickly, knowing the drug that he'd stolen would take quick effect on the teleporter’s fast metabolism, and not wanting his prize bruised. Not yet anyway.

He flinched with a gasp at the prick of pain and reached back, pulling the needle out. He stared down at it, confused, and glanced around. His gaze caught on Sabretooth and he took a half step back, wobbling as his sight turned fuzzy. Shit. He tried yelling out mentally to Jean and the Professor before falling over and passing out.

Sabretooth went forward, catching Kurt before he hit the floor, lifting him - throwing him, really - over his shoulder. Kurt would have a bruise later where Sabretooth’s shoulder connected with his stomach but the shaggy blond didn't care about that much right now. He ran a clawed thumb down the side of the Nightcrawler's leg. He turned and carried his victim away.