Forever

Chapter Six—Forever

 

 

A/N—hey! We’re
gaining momentum! Wahoo! Once again, thanks to Internutter and
Foxfeather for all the wonderfulness. J
Still NC-17—don’t be seduced by the lack of smut in the last chapter into
thinking it’s gone all tame…

 

 

 

 

I sense
a disturbance in the force… Dinner
was long over and only a few of the mutants were still awake at the
Institute. Kitty had her homework
spread across the kitchen table, double-checking her math, while Jubilee hemmed
and hawed over a history assignment.
All day, Kitty had felt like something bad was going to happen, worse
than the incident at school. She had
been sent home by the nurse to “recover” from her bad morning, taking Kurt’s
flannel shirt to tie around her waist and leaving him in some arcane band
t-shirt. An insane little piece of
Kitty’s brain wanted to stay at school—He looks sooooooo hot in that
shirt. All the girls will be all over
him. Grrrrrrr. Logic soon won over
jealousy, though, when Logan filled the doorway and glared at Kurt, then
Kitty. Seeing her tearful expression,
his glare softened and he chucked her on the shoulder. The nurse, who had backed against her file
cabinet when Logan came in, held a clipboard of papers out at arm’s length for
him to sign, verifying that he was indeed her guardian. Curling his upper lip in an exaggerated
snarl, Logan signed his name and shoved the papers back at the woman, turning
to Kitty and Kurt. Scott had been sent
back to class as soon as he returned with all of Kitty’ schoolwork that she
would be missing and Amara. Amara had
just stood there and smiled maliciously, eying Kitty’s gaping blouse and the
shirt around her waist, hiding the torn pants. She is not right!
I am not fat! Shut up shut up
shut up! Logan allowed Kurt to follow
them as far as the front door of the school before he snapped, telling him to
“get his fuzzy ass back to class.” With
a startled jerk, murmured his agreement before turning his eyes to Kitty. “ ‘Sokay, Sweetie. I’ll be there when you get home.”

“Ja, but
who is going to stop me from ‘porting Lance’s head off his shoulders if you’re
not here?” He was only
half-kidding. No one hurts my
Katzchen!

“Half-Pint,
want to tell me what’s going on?” Kitty
gave Logan a watery smile and nodded slightly.
“Tell me in the car. Say
goodbye, kiddos.” The couple hugged
tightly for an all-too-brief moment and parted with a mutual sigh. Kurt waved a three-fingered hand at Kitty
and dashed down the hall to make it to his next class. “C’mon, Half-Pint, walk and talk…”

 

Kitty
shuffled her papers again, finding nothing more to correct or add. Jubilee had already refused her help twice
and Kitty had the feeling that a third offer might end in violence. I am
soooooo bored. Kurt was in one of
the subbasements with Scott and Evan, doing who knows what that involved loud
noises and the occasional yelp in German. Dr. McCoy had already examined
Kitty’s foot and pronounced her nearly fit, despite the throbbing agony induced
by her mad dash from class that morning.
Jean had come and gone, huffing about “stupid men, thinking with the
wrong head.” Kitty had a feeling the
comment was somehow about Kurt but could not quite determine how it
applied. Okay, all the time in the
world and no Kurt to share it with.
Shit. Glancing again at
Jubilee and biting back a comment on her disorganized notes, Kitty shuffled out
of the kitchen towards the elevators. Maybe
I can just watch whatever the guys are doing. She did not relish the idea of being sucked into another woodshop
project gone horribly wrong, but if it meant she could see Kurt… Somewhere down the hall the “private” line
into the mansion rang. Very few people
had the number, just some parents and some friends of the Professor. Unlike the main line into the Institute,
which was used to field questions from curious citizens and school
administrators as well as school friends, the private line rang directly into
the Professor’s study and was strictly controlled. The number was not only unlisted but was bounced through a dummy-system
which screened the callers for the veracity of their identity. If their voice imprint did not match a
computerized record, the call was traced and disconnected summarily, the
information filed for future reference.
Kitty, however, did not pay much attention to the phone as she waited
for the lift to come up from one of the lower levels. It was Logan’s unusually tentative voice that sent a sharp sliver
of fear into her stomach.

“Half-Pint?” He stood several feet away, as if he were
afraid to approach her.

Oh,
God! Someone died… “Yeah?” Act cool.

“Your
father is on the phone…” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the study, his
expression somewhere between pain and sympathy.

“Daddy?” Hop-walking on her sore foot, she accepted
Logan’s arm to help close the distance to the phone. “Hi, Dad!” Weird—it’s
not a holiday and I haven’t been using his credit cards…

“What the
Hell is this about you sleeping with a mutant?” Whoa.

“What do
you mean, Daddy?” Logan grimaced and
turned his back on her, offering her a small measure of privacy.

“I got a
phone call today from a friend of yours saying that you’re making a spectacle
of yourself, whoring around with those mutants you live with!” He was yelling loudly, causing Kitty to hold
the phone away from her ear.

“Daddy! No!
I’m not doing anything like that!”

“You mean
to tell me you’re still a virgin, that you didn’t fuck that German boy
your friend described?” It hit Kitty
then that her father must have spoken to Lance. Even Amara, in all her bitchy glory, would never have called her
father and told him this.

“I think
this person, and I use the term loosely, is telling a story to get even
with me.” Logan turned at this, raising
his eyebrows. Kitty was not going to
lie to her father but she wasn’t going to be completely truthful, either. Logan could respect that…

“Kitty,
your mother and I are coming down this weekend. We want to have a long talk with this Professor in charge of the
school and with you and this…boy in question.”

“No!” Oh
God, no! Please, no! Not her, not them! Her only answer was the hum of a
disconnected line. “Shit!” She slammed the phone down, then let loose
the loudest scream Logan had ever heard in his remembered life.

“Kitty! Stop it!”
The whole mansion would be down on their heads in seconds now and he did
not want to have to explain a screaming teenager alone in the room with
him.

“They’re
coming up here! God, no! They’re going to make me go to that boarding
school in Michigan and she doesn’t want me, never has!” She was sobbing now, babbling into Logan’s
shirt. Jean and Rogue burst through the
door just then, followed by Rahne in her wolf-form and two Jamies. More footsteps were thundering down the hall
and Kitty was still blubbering into Logan’s flannel.

“What
happened?” He gave Jean quick rundown
of what he knew while Kitty sniffled plaintively. Scott, Kurt, and Evan finally spilled into the room, alerted by
Jean’s mental call for help when she heard Kitty scream.

“Oh, God.
Her parents are coming up here?”
Scott sounded extremely concerned and moved to put his arm around
Kitty’s shoulders only to be stopped by a sharp glance from Kurt. Her boyfriend’s arms went around her waist
from behind, gently removing Kitty from Logan’s shirt and leading her to a soft
wingback chair. Scott, in Fearless
Leader mode, shooed the crowd out the door, leaving Logan, Kurt and Kitty alone
in the study. He gave his friends a
small thumbs-up gesture before closing the door. Kitty is on her own now.
She is going to have to tell Kurt about it…

 

“Katzchen,
what’s wrong with your parents coming here?”
After being filled in on the events that precipitated the fit, Kurt was
now trying to figure out why her parents’ visit would cause this level of panic. “If it is about our relationship, I am sure
we can all have a long talk together…”

“You don’t
understand!” Logan passed her another
handful of tissues and she blew her nose loudly. “This is the worst thing that could happen!” At Kurt’s hurt expression,
she clarified, “Not us, this visit!”

A light
clicked on in Kurt’s head. “Does Scott
know something about your parents that I don’t?” Something you’re afraid to tell me, Katzchen?

“Remember
when he picked me up at the airport after I came home from celebrating Yom
Kippur last year?” Logan noted that she
said “came home,” filing that tidbit away for further analysis. “I was kinda upset when I got in the car
because of a huge fight when I was in Chicago.
Remember what I told you about my grandparents?”

“How could
I forget?” Kurt brushed a strand of hair from Kitty’s eyes, guiltily relishing
the feel of her skin under his fingers.

“Well, it’s
sort of family tradition that we find our True Love young and stay with
them. My father, though, had problems…” Another hearty blow into the last of the
tissues and she continued her story.
“When he was in college, years before I was born, he fell in love with a
girl named Elaine. She was
Irish-Catholic, a small scandal in his family.
But she was beautiful—he has tons of pictures of her locked in his desk
at the house.” Kitty sighed, her eyes
gazing at something neither man could see.
“She was a year younger than dad but had most of the same classes so
they saw each other all the time. Her
roommate hated her, though, and was always trying to make her look bad in front
of my father, trying to make him think she was cheating on him and stuff like
that. My dad and Elaine planned on
getting married after college. She was
going to convert to Judaism and they were going to get married in the synagogue
my dad had gone to since he was a baby.
Her roommate was awful to her, telling her she would never be allowed to
convert and that my dad would not marry her if she wasn’t Jewish, that he was
just sleeping with her and ruining her reputation around the school. She also told her that her mother would
disown her if she became Jewish. She said it so often that I guess Elaine fell
for it and confessed to her mother that she had been sleeping with my father
and that she was going to convert, hoping that her mom would forgive her and
not kick her out. It went badly,
though. Elaine’s mother made her leave
school and refused to let her and my dad see each other. He was miserable and started drinking a
lot. One night, something bad happened
and he slept with Elaine’s roommate.
She got pregnant…” Logan could
see where this was going and apparently, so could Kurt, judging by the furrows
between his brows.

“Kitty, is
she…”

“Yeah. She’s my mother. Elaine…Elaine killed herself when she found out about the
pregnancy.” Her words came out in a
rush, like she was afraid she would not be able to finish her story if she did
not hurry up. “Ever since I was little,
my mother told me she never wanted me, it was my fault that she had to marry my
father and he blamed me for Elaine’s death.
If I had never been born, if my mother had had an abortion or given me
up for adoption, then Elaine would be alive and they would be happy.”

“Damn.” Half-pint is more damaged that I thought.

“I knew you
had problems at home, Katzchen, but I never thought…” Kurt pulled her into his
lap, cradling her against his chest in a show of comfort. Logan did not bother to correct this
closeness, despite his sworn duty as a chaperone.

“We play
happy family in front of people, but at home it’s kind of bad.”

“Kind
of?” I’ll kill that bastard if he’s
hit her.

“More words
than fists. But those hurt just the
same, you know.” Mutual nods from the
other occupants of the room. “When I
turned out to be a mutant, my mother claimed it was a punishment from God for
her sins. My father told me I was
cursed because I had caused Elaine’s death.
Yaya told me that afteaineaine died, it was like he was dead, too. Like his soul was gone and some demon took
over his body, saying hateful things to those he loved and hurting helpless
people. Yaya protected me from
them—even my mother’s family hates me because I’m momzer.” At Kurt’s confused expression, she
clarified: “It’s Yiddish for bastard.”
Logan fought the urge to call Kitty’s father and tell him to come up
tonight to meet some metal claws.

“But your
parents married… and what about your mother?
Aren’t they mad at her?”

“My mother
could do no wrong. It was my father,
the “damned Greek” as he was called by Bubie and Zedye[1],
who ‘made’ her sleep with him. The only
honorable thing in their eyes was to get married once my mother was sure that
she was pregnant.”

“How did
Scott find out about all of this?”

“I poured
it all out on the ride home from the airport.
He was a willing ear and I knew he could keep a secret.”

“Ah, shit,
Half-Pint. I don’t know what to say…”

“I
do.” Kurt stood, still holding
Kitty. “Kitty needs rest. Three more days of school until the weekend
and she needs all of her strength.” He
made a mute plea with his eyes to Logan who opened the door for them. The other mutants were not visible but the
three of them knew that they others were nearby, waiting for some sign of life
from within the room.

“Straight
to her room, elf. No funny business,
got it?”

“Ja, Herr
Logan.” A loud bamf and a cloud
of smoke was all that remained of the couple in the time it took Logan to
blink. Chuck, I know you can hear
me…

Yes,
Logan?

We’re about to have some
problems…

 

 

Kurt had
‘ported them directly into Kitty’s bedroom.
Gently depositing the girl on the bed, he fluffed her pillows and took
her shoes off her feet, tenderly caressing her hurt foot. She was still sniffing, obviously sinking
into a depression. Once, right after a
trip home last year, he had seen her in one of these moods for about a
month. She did not speak to anyone and
her grades actually dropped due to her lack of interest in school. Now that he had some idea of her home life,
he was surprised the spell did not last longer or that it’s effects had not
been more harsh. “Do you want some hot
cocoa before I go?” Katzchen likes
it with peppermint flavoring…maybe a nice cup will make her sleep well. He was already halfway to the door when she
stopped him by whispering his name.

“Vas?” He knew that if he turned around, he would
see her in bed and his mind would leap to places best left unleapt-to. Think of wet fur. Wet fur in the shower with Katzchen and soap
and STOP IT! Pure thoughts. Trigonometry. Boring, nonsexy trig.

“We’re
alone. No one is watching over us…”

“Um,
yeah.” Don’t turn, don’t turn. Be a good little mutant.

“Want to
come sit down on the bed?” Please?

“Katzchen,
as much as I want to be alone with you, I don’t want us both to get punished for
it.” If she asks me again, I won’t be able to resist.

“Please?” She hated how needy she sounded. “We don’t have to make love. I just want you to hold ightight now.” Stupid tear ducts. “Besides, I’m sure you’re still a little
light headed from ‘porting…” Play on
the obvious, but maybe it’ll work.

“Ja,” Kurt
agreed slowly. “I am a little light
headed…” He finally turned to face
Kitty, his eyes filling with the sight of her propped against pink sheets and
pillows. Her hair was escaping from her
usual ponytail, curling around her face like the women in those old paintings
Kurt loved and worshipped. Mein
Gott, she’s a goddess…

Kitty’s tongue darted out to lick
her lips, her eyes never leaving Kurt.
“Don’t make me beg, Kurt… I just
need you.” Her hands clenched
convulsively on the sheet covering her, tears welling in her eyes. “I just want
you close.” Kurt found himself moving
towards the bed, betraying his sense of self-preservation where Logan was
concerned. Kitty’s eyes lit up when he
gingerly sat on the edge of her bed and her hand shot out to close around his
wrist. “Thank you.”

Mein poor Katzchen. No wonder she is afraid of loving
people—look at her parents. Kurt
relaxed a little and lay back and shifted to lie along her side, her hand still
closed over his wrist and his arm snaking along her shoulders. “I won’t let them take you away.”

“I know.” I don’t think you can
stop them. She left the thought
unspoken but Kurt knew what she felt.

“We can run away…”

“No! That would only make things worse.” She rolled on her side, fitting herself closely against him. “Besides, maybe things won’t be so
bad.” Yeah, right. “Kurt, there is something you should know
about my parents. My father,
especially.”

“Whatever it is, Kitty, I’ll stand
with you.”

Uh-oh. He called me Kitty in that tone of voice. He’s serious. Good, I think.
“Appearances are very important to my parents. The one saving grace about my mutation is that I look like
a normal teenage girl. Last Chanukah,
when I went to Chicago for the family reunion, I told my cousin Ruth that I
thought I was in love with a boy at the Institute.” She gave Kurt a squeeze around his waist and he smiled into her
hair.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, she knows I’m…special…and
she asked me if the guy I liked was a “mutie” too—her name, not mine,
Sweetie. I told her yes and I, um---I’m
sorry Kurt!”

“Katzchen! What is it?” He pulled away so he could look her in the face. She was red, like she was trying not to cry.

“I told her about you and about
your mutation and even about the whole blue and fuzzy thing. She ran and told her mother—my mother’s
sister—and it sort of all went to Hell about then.”

“Kitty, what happened?” I am going to kill the lot of them, I
think.

“My parents went nuts, accusing me
of bestiality and other horrible things,” she remembered the scene vividly, the
vein throbbing in her father’s neck, her mother’s glass breaking on the wall
behind her head, her aim distorted by alcohol.
“I ran out of the house before it got worse, before the rest of the
family got in on it and the story was turned into me screwing farm animals or
something. I used my Chanukah money to
pay for a cab ride to the airport and called here.” Her voice got very low and Kurt had to strain his sensitive ears
to hear her. “I called and Scott
answered. He wired me some of his own
money and picked me up at the airport the next morning.”

Kurt remembered last Chanukah; he
remembered it because he was surprised that Kitty was home a few days early. She was downstairs when he went for
breakfast a few days before Christmas Eve and he remembered that he let out a
loud whooping noise and did a back handspring followed by a cartwheel when he
saw her. She had laughed a little and
said she was tired as she trudged up the stairs. Kurt had not even wondered how she had gotten there, he
was just so glad that she was there.
“Scott always seems to be getting you out of jams, Mein Liebe.” He really did not mean to sound jealous.

“He’s like a big brother to me,
Kurt. Okay, I used to have a crush on
him, but well, not anymore..” Kitty
draped her leg over Kurt’s thighs, causing his blood pressure to jump
considerably.

“A big brother, huh?” Unbidden, Kurt’s hand slipped to Kitty’s
knee and began tracing small circles.

“Yeah. A big, annoying, helpful, wonderful brother who saves my
ass.” Kitty seemed to be moving away
from her black mood of a few moments ago and was quite willing to make use of
whatever alone-time they had.

“Ja—he’s exactly what you
said. Katzchen!” In a move worthy of Logan’s self defense
training, Kitty had smoothly flipped Kurt onto his back and was straddling his
waist. “What are you doing?”

“Making the most of the
moment!” She leaned down to kiss him,
stopped by his hands pushing her away from his face.

“Logan…he can tell and Jean
and the Professor…” He was starting to panic a little, visions of claws dancing
through his head.

“We’re not allowed to have sex. No one said anything about making out.” She ground her hips against his for
emphasis. Kurt groaned, knowing his
resistance was gone.

“Ja, but Katzchen, what are we
going to do about the rest of the week?
About this weekend?” He was
trying desperately to get some resolution to their earlier dilemma, that of her
parents forthcoming storming of the citadel, but Kitty was making it extremely
difficult. She was planting tiny kisses
along the curve and point of his ear, whispering endearments and nonsense to
him. “Kitty, please!”

“Please what?” She smiled against his cheek now, her tongue
sneaking out to lick the corner of his mouth.


“We can’t!”

She rolled off of him with a huff,
“Why not? We’re alone for probably the only
time for the next three months and you don’t want me!”

“Katzchen! Wait!” He grabbed and got a handful of her shirt as
she tried to hop to the half-bath. “I do
want you! You don’t know how much I
want you!” She turned slowly, balancing
on one foot and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“It’s just that I want to walk the straight and narrow this time, not
end up detailing that verdammt jet again!”
Kitty sighed and joined him on the bed, running her fingers through blue
hair, raising a rumble of contentment from Kurt’s throat. “I know it’s a little difficult, Katzchen,
but I think we can make it.”

“Think so, Fuzzy?”

“Ja—we can still kiss, and hold
hands… And when that’s the only thing you can do, handholding can be
unglaublich sexy[2]…” Kitty giggled and snuggled into Kurt’s
side.

“Well, so long as you promise me
how handholding can be sexy tomorrow, I’ll try not to proposition you….well,
for a while at any rate.” It was Kurt’s
turn to laugh, his breath tickling her ear. Okay, well I promise I won’t for
tonight at any rate…

“I had better leave, Mein Liebes
Katzchen. I don’t want Logan to come
looking.”

“Okay, sweetie.” Kitty stood precariously and held out her
hand to Kurt, pulling him to his feet with a gentle tug. “See you to the door?” She bowed like one of the men from the old
movies Kurt loved and he laughed a little, dropping a curtsey. “After you!” She gestured grandly towards the door and followed him,
hop-walking all the way.

He picked her up and spun her in a half circle, trying to ignore
the feeling of her body pressed against his chest. “Good night, Kitty. I
love you.” Fight urge to use tongue…Kurt
leaned in for a mostly-innocent kiss and was instead ravished by the slight
girl. Her lips captured his, her tongue
darting between his lips. His gasp was
turned into a deep embrace, tongues tangling and thrusting in imitation of what
both were fantasizing at that moment.
Kurt felt his hand creep towards Kitty’s breast and tightened his grip
on her ribs, fighting the urge to shove her towards the bed. When her hips thrust against his, grinding into
his erection, Kurt knew he had to pull away.
“Nein, Katzchen! We have to stop
now.” He pushed away from her,
still holding her hands in his despite the distance.

“I know. I’m sorry…” she sniffed.

“Don’t be sorry. Just…understand?”

“Okay. Good night, love.” She
smiled a little and backed away, shutting the door.

Kurt took a shakey breath and
leaned his forehead on the wood. “Mein
Liebes Katzchen…” He touched his
fingers to his lips then to the door, turning and walking quickly to his room
before he lost rational thought and knocked on her door, begging her to let him
in. Double entendre intended,
definitely. As he entered his room,
he did not see the figure detach itself from the shadows near Kitty’s door,
eying him appraisingly.

“Way to go, Kid.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

A/N Yes, more smut is coming! I promise! Next chapter,
blood! Valor! Sex! Wahoo!
And that story about Kitty’s parents is made up (duh). It works for my purposes so get over it if
you’re one of those “But in the comics…” people. If you’re that interested in accuracy, why are you reading fanfic
anyway?

 





[1] Yiddish for
Grandma and Grandpa respectively…

 

[2] unbelievably
sexy (thanks, Foxfeather!)