Behaving Badly

Author's note: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Kitty Pryde was working on her math homework when Kurt fell into her room through her half-open door. He was visibly plastered. She jumped up from her desk and grabbed his shoulders to help him stand.


"Scott's patrolling the halls." He gasped, surrounding her with a cloud of alcohol-soaked breath. "Hide me, Katzchen, I cannot port ven I'm drunk." Hearing approaching footsteps, Kitty tossed Kurt into her closet and leapt back onto her chair as Scott poked his head around her open door.


"Hey, Scott." She said, glancing up at him from her book. She returned her gaze to her homework and pretended to study. He paused only a moment before continuing down the hall.


"G'night, Kitty." He called out. She heard him walk across the hall to knock on the next door. Kitty threw herself into the closet and onto Kurt's semi-limp body. She phased him through the wall and into the bathroom. She nearly had to drag him across the floor and through the next wall and into the room beyond. Lucky for them both, the room was Kurt's. She guessed that she had only a minute before Scott knocked on the young German's door.


"Hang on, Elf." She whispered. "God, I hope you don't remembers ins in the morning." She took off his holowatch and dropped it on the nightstand. Then she yanked his sweater over his head and pulled back the covers on his bed. She shoved him onto the mattress and hauled the blankets over him, pants and all. She settled them above his waist so his bare chest would be visible. His door was open a crack and she couldn't close it now without alerting Scott. "Katzchen?" Kurt mumbled, sleepily.


"Sssh, Kurt." She whispered, hearing Scott knock on the door across the hall. "Just pretend you're asleep." She dove back through the wall and hid in the bathroom. She peeked into the hallway after hearing Scott knock on Kurt's door; when she looked out he was closing it behind him and walking back down the hall. She went back to her room and hurriedly changed into her pajamas, then she walked down to the kitchen and got a bottle of spring water from the fridge. She wondered about Kurt's odd behavior. He was always up for a prank, but to completely ignore school policy and get blitzed on a school night was unlike him.


Kitty returned to Kurt's room and knocked before phasing through. He was sitting up in bed and attempting to untangle himself from the covers. She rushed over to him and set the bottle on the table beside his bed. She pulled the covers off his struggling form and took him by the arms.
"Katzchen?" His voice was slurred and, if it was possible, his yellow eyes were dazed. He didn't seem to be able to focus on her.


"Kurt, what's the matter with you?" She asked in a low voice. "You never get trashed on school nights."


"Had a long talk with Amanda tonight." He mumbled, hugging Kitty's right arm to his chest and tugging it down to him like a teddy bear. "Doesn't love me anymore." His voice sounded so forlorn, Kitty didn't pull her arm away from him.


"Oh, Kurt, I'm so sorry." She said. "What happened?"


"Ve had dinner vit her family, and aftervard, she told me zat she didn't think we should see each other anymore." His alcohol consumption made his accent thicker than usual and harder to understand.


"Oh, Fuzzy Elf." She said, squeezing him tight. "She's a fool."


"You mean that?" He asked.


"Of course." She replied, feeling the hot moisture of his tears. "Any girl would be lucky to be in her shoes." She sat up and dragged his feet toward her, unlacing his boots and placing them under his bed. They were specially designed to fit his unusual feet. He was little or no help to her when she pulled open his jeans and struggled to drag them off his hips while leaving his boxers in place.


"Vat you doing vit mein pants?" He didn't sound alarmed, just amused. She'd had to help him like this in the past. Kurt didn't drink all the time, but when he did, he could really overindu He He claimed it was his German heritage. She tucked him back in like a child and made him drink some of the water she'd brought. She hid her anger from him. She wanted to kill Amanda. The bitch didn't know the opportunity she was passing up. Kitty did, though. When Kurt had pursued her a few years earlier, she'd rejected him in favor of friendship. After getting to know the romantic spirit inside him she'd realized her mistake. He'd already fallen for Amanda by then and Kitty had watched with envy as another woman held the affections that she'd foolishly cast aside.


Now Amanda had broken Kurt's heart and Kitty would need to put him back together. She had thought about what might happen if they ever broke up, but now that she was faced with the reality, she found only sympathy. He lay back on the pillows and sighed.


"You really think Amanda's shoes are lucky?" His voice was filled with sadness and doubt. "Zen vhy did you not want them?" Kitty understood that he was asking why she hadn't wanted him. He believed she was lying to make him feel better. She hated for him to feel worthless. He did it so often. She placed her hands on the sides of his face and lowered her lips to his mouth. She kissed him with the gentleness and love that she thought he needed. She hadn't meant it to be anything more than comfort. But he responded with passionate fervor that surprised her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest. "Mein beautiful Katzchen." He whispered against her lips.


Kitty ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips and he parted for her, allowing her to taste his mouth. She knew it was probably a mistake to allow her feelings for him to surface now, but his vulnerability was touching, and she wanted him to know how much she loved him. His hand covered her breast clumsily and he pushed up her pajama shirt. His strong, blunt fingers splayed across her abdomen and he broke their kiss to bury his face in her neck. His other hand moved up her back and fumbled with the clasp to her bra. Miraculously it opened. He tugged one side of it out the sleeve of her pajama top. She pulled it off first one arm, then the other. In her haste to return to his room, she hadn't bothered to take it off. She felt his teeth nip at her and arched, involuntarily.
He nipped a little harder and her senses came crashing back. She started to push away, not wanting this to turn into something neither of them would want to face in the morning.


"Kurt, you don't want to do this with me." Kitty said, rubbing her neck where he'd bitten her. She was ashamed of the way she'd allowed her feelings to override her better judgement. "You're in love with Amanda and it's not fair for me to take advantage." There, she said it. She wasn't a bad person,


"You vnt to take advantage of me ven I'm sober?" His grin was full of mischief. Kitty bit her lip. She could take a chance now.


"Yeah, Kurt. I'd totally take advantage of you if you were sober." Her words didn't have quite the desired effect.


"I do love her, Katzchen. You're right." His face went a little slack. He hadn't even been listening to her. She sighed, he was probably about to pass out anytime now. "I'll talk to her tomorrow and try to fix things." hugghugged her tightly and rubbed her back. "Danke, liebe." He drifted off with Kitty staring at him.


Kitty couldn't let him go begging back to Amanda. He might not remember kissing her in the morning. She knew he was an honorable man, and he'd never keep a secret like that if he knew. She couldn't just walk up to him in the morning and say 'By the way, you totally macked on me last night while you were drunk.' She slipped out of his embrace and tucked him in again, pausing to brush a lock of hair out of his face. She reached for her bra and picked it up. Then a thought occurred to her. Instead of taking it with her, she slipped it under his covers and left it next to him where he'd be sure to find it. Something inside her didn’t want him to forget. She wanted him to be reminded of what they’d done.


Kitty phased back through the bathroom and stopped at the mirror to examine her neck. There were a few faint fang marks on her throat, and one that was already bruising the pale skin. He wasn't as careful with his teeth when he was intoxicated. She went to bed that night, and before she fell asleep, she reminded herself that she was doing this for his own good. Amanda would probably just end up rejecting him and he'd feel worse for pleading.


In the morning, Kitty left her hair down when she got ready for school. She didn't see Kurt at breakfast and was careful to let her hair fall around her neck. Scott gave her a ride to school since he had some errands to run in town. Despite having a nice little sports car, Scott didn't drive very fast. Kitty allowed her hair to blow back, but it wasn't until he pulled up in front of the school that he noticed anything.


"Kitty, what happened to your neck." He asked, leaning forward and moving her hair back. "Is that blood?" He looked alarmed. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.


"I Just scratched myself." She mumbled. Then she caught sight of his grin.


"Yeah, right. Looks more like a hickey to me." He chuckled and she scowled at him, running up the steps to the school. At least she knew it was noticeable. She went to her locker and hung her backpack up inside. She bent down to pick up her biology notebook. She heard the sound of someone clearing his throat. She stood up and turned around. Kurt stood in front of her, looking disheveled and nervous. Hungover. Kitty let her lips fall open and widened her eyes a little. He looked awful. She saw his gaze fall to her throat and the side of her neck. She backed up and raised a hand to her neck self-consciously.


“Uh, hi, Kurt.” She said, turning away and closing her locker. “Um, how are you feeling?” She kept her expression guarded and wary. He didn’t say anything at first, he just stared at her as if mute. He reached up to touch her neck but she brushed his hand away, defensively. “I gotta get to class.” She started to push past him but he took her arm and pulled her down the hallway.


“Skip it.” He waited until the halls cleared after the first bell had rung. Then he opened the door to the band room and pulled it shut behind them. He let go of her arm and planted his fists on his hips. “Answer a question for me, Katzchen.” He said. She nodded. He pulled open his own backpack and dug into it, producing her bra and holding it up to her. “How did your undergarments get into my bed?” He looked angry.


Kitty let the hurt she felt show on her face. She sat down in the nearest chair.


“I guess you blacked out.”


“I usually do on the nights that I consume twice my body weight in beer.” He replied. “The last thing I remember is the sixth beer at the bar.”


“Nothing else?” Kitty was distressed. If he didn’t remember coming to her room, he might not believe her. But she would be telling the truth.


“Nothing.”


“Forget it, Kurt.” She said, sadly. “I don’t think you really meant do anything.” She grabbed her bra and stuffed it in the pocket of her zippered sweatshirt. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to face him.


“What did I do?” His face was filled with concern and fear. Kitty started to feel guilty for deliberately leaving her bra. “Did I hurt you?”


“You were upset, Kurt, and you came to my room trashed, trying to get under Scott’s radar and I phased you through the bathroom and into your room. I went back to check on you and I brought you some water.” She bit her lip. “The whole thing was probably my fault because I helped you get partially undressed. I stuck around because you seemed so upset over your break-up with Amanda-.”


“Mien Gott!” Kurt exclaimed, slapping his forehead. “Amanda.” He started pacing. “What am I going to tell her?” Kitty felt the heat of anger startfillfill her belly. He went from being concerned about her to freaking out over his bitch of an ex-girlfriend. Well, if she was in for a penny, she was in for a pound. It served him right for calling her beautiful, kissing her, then forgetting about it.


“Yeah.” She snapped. “You were so broken up over Amanda that you decided to jump the closest person to you.” She felt tears prick her e “N “Never mind that she’s your best friend and she’s trying to help.”


“I took off your bra?”


“Yes.”


“I bit your neck?” He reached out to touch the marks left by his fangs.


“Yes.” She brushed his hands away again.


“What else did I do?”


“I don’t want to talk about it.” She said, wiping away her tears and heading for the door. When he
called out, she turned and held up her hand. “Never, talk to me about it again. I just want to forget it.” She walked out of the room and out of the school. Shet tht the need to hurt him the way she was hurting. The best way to do that was to let him think that she was too upset over the previous night’s events to finish school for the day. She caught a bus back to the mansion and went to her room. She saw the professor and just mumbled to him that she wasn’t feeling well.


Kitty didn’t feel guilty for her deception. She didn’t lie to him. And if he drank too much and blacked out it was his problem. She couldn’t forget tay hay he’d called her his beautiful Katzchen and kissed her. It was mixed with the memory of his vow to get Amanda back and his worry over how his indiscretion would affect her. Let him think what he wanted. Might do him some good to think that he’d deflowered his best friend and didn’t remember it. If he wanted to go crawling back to a girl who didn’t appreciate him, let him do it with a guilty conscience. She didn’t feel bad. She felt justified.