ichbineindamon (ichbineindamon) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2013-06-14 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: kitty pryde, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: kurt wagner 02 |
I could lift you up. I could show you what you want to see and take you where you want to be .
Characters: Kurt and Kitty
Setting: Kitty's NYC Apartment
Content: Nothing questionable?
Summary: It's like one awkward confrontation after another with these two.
It was no surprise that Kitty disappeared to her apartment on the weekends; Kurt couldn't blame her, the kids always seemed at their worst on Friday nights with the promise of two lesson free days ahead. With their avoidance of one another lately it was actually a relief to have a couple days when he wasn't ducking into classrooms or virtually hiding to stay out of her way. Their talk at Wicked's wedding hadn't actually cleared the air like Kurt hoped it would. The longer he waited to try again, the worse it would be but, as he told himself all the time, an opportunity hadn't come up. Until Kitty made one.
Her leaving the mansion was almost a relief and her text that evening caught him completely off guard. She wanted to talk, she was inviting him to her apartment. Kurt was pretty sure he'd never been there, didn't know how to get there, didn't want to leave the students, it was late, things were rowdy around here, they could talk on Monday. There were about a thousand excuses he could think of immediately but as soon as he thought about sending them in a message a nagging voice in his head (that sounded suspiciously like Rogue's, wunderbar, somehow she'd become a voice of reason in his unconscious) told him he was being stupid. He was being stupid, it was time to get this over with and try to work things out where no one could interrupt them. Kurt needed Kitty, he couldn't keep trying to run this place without her completely in his corner.
After he got her address from her he left the mansion, making his way into the city in a series of teleportations and appearing outside her building where he stood in the shadows outside a street lamp, staring up with an apprehensive expression. He was being stupid again. There was nothing to be nervous or awkward about here. It was only Katzchen. Shoulders back, deep breath, and with his best smile fixed on his face went inside up to her apartment and knocked on the front door.