"Uh... was it something I said?" Frederick replied, feeling himself grow a little cold in a way that had nothing to do with the chilly evening air on his sweaty skin. He could not in a million years fathom someone as sweet and jovial as Kurt could turn on a dime like this, suddenly so stiff and shut off. Fucking hell, please let me be wrong about this, he thought to himself. His brow creased into a frown as he waited to see if Kurt was going to have any further reaction to... whatever it was that was bothering him. Surely it couldn't be... no. No way.
"Oh, dear," Nicholas voiced softly. It wasn't hard to imagine why the young indigo mutant looked rather gray under his blue fur. His first impulse was to step back and away from Frederick, because Nicholas was at heart a pacifist. He did not like confrontations one bit (outside of the football field). However, he found it very impolite of Kurt to act in such away over nothing. After all, neither of them had been hitting on him, or in any way invaded his personal space. He made himself stay as he was, his arms around Frederick, because he did not want his new friend to feel rejected either if he moved away from him. It was a very awkward situation all around.
"What, man?" Frederick demanded, the cold feeling from just seconds ago giving way to a rush of hot temper. "Spit it out. What's wrong? Why the long face?" he added, not quite belligerently, but his jaw started to jut out, and he grew tense in Nick's arms.
Nicholas tried to interfere. "It's getting late. Maybe we should get going too," he told Frederick directly, not even looking at Kurt now. "Come on. It's not worth it," he added in a soft, pleading voice.
"No," Frederick said stubbornly. "I wanna hear what Kurt here has to say to us." His green eyes were blazing, old humiliations feeding the outrage that was already well on its way to building to a boil inside his gut.
It was too much for Nicholas' soft spoken nature. He didn't want any part of the ugliness he could feel brewing. "Frederick, please..." He licked his lips, watching the determination on Scion's face, and realized he had no chance of making him budge. "I... I'll wait for you inside, all right?"
"Good evening to you," he tossed mildly at Kurt as he walked away, not quite looking at him, just generally glancing in his direction over his broad shoulder. He felt sad for the way his dream of acceptance at the so-called Haven had just been dashed, if not for being a mutant, for being different in some other way. He wondered why people always found ways to make others feel unwelcome? It was always something. Too tall, too short, too blonde, not blonde enough... always something. Kurt hadn't said anything, but he didn't need to. He could read between the lines. That left only Kurt and an increasingly upset Scion at a standoff.