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The nightmares were awful tonight. His fuzz felt as if it was sticking to his body. Kurt ran through the hellscape he was thrown into, trying to find a way out. There had to be a way out!
He jumped over a wall of fire, and was about to continue his sprint when he felt a hand on his shoulder hold him back. He nearly fell on his back and whipped around- to see something that made his stomach drop.
The man’s skin- no, fuzz was red. He had a tail like Kurts, exept the spade looked sharper.
That all was fine, Kurt had seen mutants before.
The scary part was Kurt couldn’t see his face.
The man’s face was completely blurred. Like he had some sort of filter on in real life, it scared Kurt. But the grip didn’t hurt, on the contrary. The hand slid down from his shoulder to his hand, raising it.
Kurt watched as his hand was gently lifted, to the other man. He was wearing a suit, a stark contrast to Kurt’s pyjamas. He was almost self conscious.
“My child…” the man said. His voice was distorted, as if travelling through time and space itself to reach him.
“You’ve grown. But you’re not finished.”
Kurt attempted to take a step back, but the grip on his hand held him.
“Who are you?!” He said loudly. He was scared, Ofcourse he was! “Are you the one who’s causing my nightmares!?”
The being tilted its faceless head, before seeming to deflate a tad.
“No. I am not the main cause, but they are the only way I can reach you-“
“Main cause!” Kurt said. “So you’re making them worse.”
Before the man could respond the dimension started to shift. Kurt felt a forehead press against his and a rushed:
“It’s 12. Please know, my child, it’s not-“
And before the man could finish Kurt woke up. But it wasn’t with a gasp. He just woke, and sat.
Pietro looked up at him. Kurt looked more confused than scared tonight, and he noted it down.
69.
He wouldent know if he was right about Kurt till tomorrow. He refused to think about it.
But Kurt didn’t seemed distressed, he looked.. vacant. Deep in thought. That was more dangerous when you were this sleep deprived, this done. Pietro knew from experience how numb felt. He needed to stop just watching, he had to help. He had to.
“Cmon. Get dressed.” Pietro said, standing up and opening his drawers. Kurt looked up at him, confused.
“What?”
“You’re not going back to sleep tonight, and I’m in the mood to cause havoc tonight. We’re going to hit the town and I’ll drop you off here before class starts.”
Kurt opened his mouth like he wanted to protest, but stopped when a hoodie was thrown at his head.
“Jeez- ok. Ok. I’ll come, just let me grab my image inducer-“
“No.”
Pietro didn’t like that thing, he was a mutant. Sure, Kurt got more shit for being one but if that happened while Pietro was there that man wouldn’t have to worry about mutants, he’d never see them again!
Maybe he was being dramatic. He didn’t care honestly.
“Why?” Kurt asked, honestly curious. People normally were put off by his appearance, when he had first gotten it Scot made him wear it outside school as well. It was just dangerous, wasn’t it?
“If there uncomfortable they can fuck themselves.” Pietro said. He heard Kurt’s quiet ‘language’ but decided to ignore it. He grabbed Kurt’s hand and put a pair of clothes in them, hands on his shoulders and spinning him around to the bathroom.
“Wait- these are your clothes!” Kurt said.
“So? I don’t think you have many party clothes, blue.” Blue. Sweet, but not the point. The point to Kurt was that Pietro was trying to give him his random clothes.
“They won’t fit, and these pants don’t have a hole for my tail.”
“Then make one.” Pietro groaned: he didn’t see the problem.
“Those are baggy jeans, I can’t stand baggy denim. You’re the only one who will ever wear it.”
Kurt tried to protest again but Pietro hooked Kurt’s spade through one of the finger holes in the pair of siccor’s and shoved him in the bathroom. It took about ten minutes before Kurt walked out..
He was wearing light blue baggy jeans which he had cut a hole into. It wasn’t the best, but he clearly had experience doing it.
He also had some sort of band shirt on he wasn’t familiar with, he didn’t bother asking though.
He just looked over at Pietro, who was looking at him.
“No. Something’s missing, wait.” He said. He went over to his closet and threw the doors open, shifting through coat hangers. It was not long before he seemed to find something and yanked it off the coat hanger speeding back over to Kurt. Kurt nearly fell backward, a bit stunned at the sudden speed in the middle of the night. Before he could even fall, Kurt had already been grabbed and pulled back up, something settling over his shoulders.
It was a red velvet vest, with intricate gold stitching over the trailings. Pietro thought it suited him. His father had given it to him a while ago, apparently he needed more formal wear.
Well, pietro hated it on himself.
He thought it looked good on his roommate though, and no way was he going to hit the town with someone who didn’t look cool.
The vest reminded Kurt of better times… the red. The gold.
No It filled his ears with soft music he could only hear in his memories, and he looked up at Pietro. Who had no idea just how much this thing meant to him. He looked up to see if Pietro was still looking but the boy had already opened the glass window, half climbed out.
“It’s not a big fall, land in the bushes.”
Kurt deadpanned. Idiot. He walked over to the window and placed his hand on Pietro’s shoulder, and thought of the ground below.
Purple smoke enveloped them and colours enveloped Pietro’s vision.
He had never really been teleported by Kurt that wasn’t in a fight sense, but watching it and experiencing was a very big difference. It was… beautiful. And when he looked over to Kurt his hair was blowing, face concentrated.
It was over as soon as it started, them landing softly in the grass without having to worry about falling out a three story mansion.
Pietro’s head spun for a minute before he steadied himself carefully. Kurt offered his arm and Pietro grabbed at it to hold himself up. Kurt winced at the strength Pietro had in his grip and yanked his arm back, letting Pietro fall. Pietro looked up at him, a bit offended.
Until he saw Kurt’s small laugh, how his hand came up lightly and he closed his eyes
Thump.
Oh noooo…..
Pietro shoved that feeling away and pushed himself up, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Come on, I’ll show you the way.” And Kurt followed.
It wasn’t a long walk, but it wasn’t like anything Kurt expected. Kurt expected seedy bars or some evil club Pietro was trying to take him too. But not.
It was an arcade… a full. Still open at 12:45 and with quite a few people.
“You ever play anything?” Pietro asked.
Kurt just looked around the place. The lights, the smells, the people and the feeling was a bit overwhelming. But it was fine for now.
“I’ve only ever seen a place like this on tv.”
Pietro looked personally scandalised.
“You have a lot of learning to do.”
The next few hours were spent with Kurt watching as Pietro rather.. enthusiastically explained and showed him how to play games.
It was only a little while later that Kurt got really overwhelmed in this place. His hands which had been at his sides now were buried deep in his pockets as he shifted, his face had gone a bit blank and he was responding with noises rather than words.
When Kurt flinched at someone bumping into him for the fourth time, not to mention the looks the were getting Pietro noticed how uncomfortable he looked.
Ok. There was something that Pietro knew he wasn’t getting with Kurt’s demeanour, but it didn’t matter. They could do other things.
“You ever got fro-yo?”
“I do not know what that is.”
“The fuck- cmon.”
“Language.”
Fro-yo was fun. Pietro got his with lots of fill-ins and stuff to pick out of it to keep his attention on it. Kurt got mixed berry with a few pieces of the gummies they offered as toppings in a seperate cup. Pietro didn’t judge, why would he.
And Kurt didn’t want one with actual dairy, it made his stomach hurt if it wasn’t a certain type.
They sat in one of the more covered corners off the place as the ate together. Pietro was just talking about anything that came into his mind as Kurt sat next to him, silently enjoying listening. Once they were finished, Kurt picked up their to throw away. Unfortunately, some of the residue from the tougher got on his hands and he was very unhappy about that.
He held his hands out a little in front of him and walked back to the table.
“Is there a bathroom around here?”
Pietro looked around before shrugging.
“I don’t think so, why?”
That did not please Kurt at all. His hands were sticky and he was still overwhelmed from before.
“My hands… it’s fine. I just need to wash them.”
It didn’t seem fine though. Kurt’s fingers were now spred so they didn’t touch each other and were hovering over the table. Pietro didn’t like the look on his face, it was an uncomfortable one that made him feel weird.
He’d find Kurt something, for his own comfort. Yes. He didn’t care how Kurt was, he just wanted to keep chilling. He told himself that.
Before Kurt could even say anything else Pietro was gone from his seat. Pietro got a few stores away where he stole a bottle of water and a few napkins. He was back within ten seconds and Kurt tilted his head when he saw what Pietro grabbed.
“Is that-“
“Just wipe your hands down. It’ll suffice till we get back.”
Pietro ignored the little smile he saw on Kurt. He ignored the way it made his stomach a a full floor routine.
He was a speedster, his heart doing a cartwheel was a little underwhelming, he thought.
Walking back to school was fun. Kurt was quite funny, and he could keep Pietro’s pace. Not as fast as he liked, but dated them normal pacing. It would do.
It was all good for a bit, till Pietro saw Logan doing his rounds around campus. He normally did it early to catch kids who snuck out… shit.
Before Peter could react he saw lights and colours flash and he was back in their room. Kurt teleported again before he could say anything.
“Hi mister Howlett!”
Logan whipped around to the smell of brimstone and saw a blue very cheery blue boy.
“Why are you out here, Wagner?”
“I’m going on a walk. I had to teleport to say hi to you though.” He said. It was a good excuse and explained the brimstone.
“If it was anybody else, I wouldn’t belive it. Hurry up and finish, then get back inside. It’s a free week because your human high school will be back in soon. You can finish your walk then.”
Kurt nodded and went to turn when he heard Logan sniffing.
“Why do I smell Pietro?”
“We’re roommates, herr Logan. And he gave me these clothes a bit ago because he didn’t like them. I think there snazzy.”
“….. just go back to your room.”
Kurt nodded and with a band he was back in the room. Pietro was sitting his bag and jolted up when Kurt got it.
“Your back! Why do you leave again- are we in trouble!”
Kurt smiled at the barrage and shook his head softly.
“No, my friend.”
Friend.
Friend…
Pietro ignored the warm feeling that came with that statement. He wanted to tell Kurt to felt nice to be called that.
“So why did you go back?” He asked instead.
“Mr Howlett has an excellent sense of smell. He’d smell my teleport from a mile away, so I had to be there to explain the smell. Im also wearing your clothes, it explained your smell.”
“So… you’re in trouble?”
“No, I said I was going on a walk.”
Pietro’s jaw slackened slightly and he took a minute before responding.
“And he believed you?”
“Mhm.”
“… dam.”
“It’s time for breakfast. I’ll see you at bed time, Pietro?”
“Yeah…. Yeah, see you.”
Kurt spent the day with his friends by the lake, messing about and looking at the sky. Watching Jean try to probe Scott into relaxing and listening to kitty gossip about her boyfriend was nice.
He got to talk to Anne for a bit, who was more than happy to talk to her younger brother.
Pietro spent the day with his gang. Lance was ranting about something Scott did before transitioning into talking about his girlfriend. Tabitha was listening eagerly, giving him advice every now and then. Pietro watched when Todd tripped over Lance and fell into the lake. He saw Kurt from the other side of the lake and stared, enough that Tabitha was watching.
“Why you lookin’ at him?” She asked.
“He’s driving me crazy.”
“Dam. Well, if you need a place to sleep I’m still on my own.”
Not in that way, he wanted to say. But he didn’t.
That day had a lot of realisations for Pietro.
One, he knew who Kurt’s mothers and therefore father was.
Two, Kurt Wagner didn’t like sticky things or any crowded place.
Three, hanging out with Kurt Wagner didn’t make him tired, quite the opposite.
And Four, he was quite infatuated with the other teen.
He was so fucking screwed.