Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
Fracture Fifteen: An Encounter in the Mall
[AN: This chapter contains nastiness that’s in reference to another book, which is Kaz Cooke’s _Up The Duff_ :) Go Kaz! Just don’t sue me. I’m broke]
It was, as Kurt kept singing, a magical mystery tour. He got her fabulous-looking clothes that were a size too large on purpose, telling her that she’d better work on growing into them. They stopped by the bookstore, and Kurt purchased something textbook-sized and pink while she was seeking a new Star Trek novel.
They deliberately cruised by Baskin-Robbins and Kurt ‘accidentally' ordered her a waffle-cone of Death-by-Chocolate.
He let her have a salad for lunch, but only if she promised to eat both the cheese and the dressing. *And* if she had herself a milkshake to drink.
Kitty had to smile. It did kind of feel good to be pampered like that, and Kurt was determined to see her healthy. She wondered how long it'd be before he convinced her to quit vegetarianism.
Just when her thoughts were going into the calm land of future-with-Kurt, she was reminded of her past-with-Lance by the distinct whiff of eau de Toad.
“Like. Ew.” Kitty looked around. “OmyGod. They’re *all* here.”
Kurt followed her gaze. “Oh. Do you want to tell him?”
Kitty sighed. “Guess I gotta.”
“If you want me to piss off…” he offered.
“No, you can like, come with. It like, makes me feel safer.”
Kurt grinned. “As you wish, liebchen.”
He stayed within her line of sight, yet was able to give her just enough distance at the same time. How he managed to always know what she needed, Kitty didn’t know, but she was glad of the ability.
“Lance? We like, need to talk.”
“Great,” he said. “Let me know when it’s real and we can make a date.”
The rest of the Brotherhood laughed, except for Tabitha, who kicked Lance in the shins.
“OW! *What*…”
“She *needs* to *talk*,” Tabitha snarled. She turned on all her charm in a picosecond and aimed it at Kurt. “*Hi*…”
Kurt was rigidly formal. “Fraulein.”
“Fine. Be that way.”
“Lance, can we like, talk away from the guys?”
“Ah, whatever you gotta say, you can say it in front of them. My love life’s an open fuckin’ book anyway…”
Tabitha suckled on the tip of her little finger in a suggestive manner while the rest laughed.
Kurt’s holographic image went bright red around his cheeks.
Kitty sighed. She’d get a translation later. “Fine. Whatever. I'm Late, okay?”
Lance looked at her. “Yeah?”
“You didn’t get that, did you?” Kitty asked. “I am *Late*. Get it?”
“What, you trying to catch a movie or something?”
Tabitha kicked him again. “You fucking *moron*! She’s skipped a fucking *period*, dumbass!”
“Maybe you’d like to borrow the PA,” Kurt oozed sarcasm. “I’m pretty sure the entire shopping centre didn’t quite hear that…”
“Fuck you.”
“You wish.”
“Okay,” said Lance. “So how is this *my* fault? We only did it once. Go after the freakshow, over there. Everyone knows you and he are doing the wild thing.”
Kurt snorted. “News to *me*.” He stepped forward. “Listen closely, Arschloch; you raped her. She hasn’t gone past 'second base’ since. It's your fault, so grow up and at least *pretend* you can be responsible for your actions, ja?”
“Bite me, freakboy.”
In a flash, Kurt had picked him up by his shirtfront. Kitty could see Fight flickering in and out behind Kurt’s eyes. “Try me,” he whispered. "I might *like* to.“ He threw Lance back into his chair.
”*Dude*…“ said Todd.
"Awright, awright, awright… *OKAY*… *Fine*. I’ll do the right thing. Just meet up with me here in an hour. 'Kay?”
“Fine,” said Kitty.
“Fine,” said Tabitha.
“*Fine*,” said Kurt.
“*FINE*,” Lance turned on his heels and stalked off.
Kitty watched the Brotherhood tag on after him. He didn’t seem overly concerned about maybe being a father. “You okay, now, Kurt?”
“Ja, I’m keeping Fight on a short leash. I just wanted to scare him a little.”
“Good. Last thing we want is like, an emergency bail-out in a *mall*…” she sighed. “So like, what the heck do we *do* for like, a whole *hour*?”
“We could find a chemist’s.”
“What? Like a drugstore?”
“Ja. Whatever. We still don’t know for sure, liebe. I’ll buy a test for you.”
Kitty felt a whole flock of butterflies in her stomach about knowing for certain. “But - it’ll look like you –”
“Did the deed? I don’t mind. It’s for your peace of mind.”
Kitty hugged his arm as they wandered drugstore-wards. “Why do you want to like, keep looking after *me*?”
“Isn’t it obvious, liebe?”
“I just wanted to like, ask.”
“Ah, meine liebe… I love you so much, all that matters is your happiness.”
Kitty felt heat filling her face. “You’re like, *so* totally sweet.”
“Danke.”
“So what was Tabitha like, *doing*, anyway?”
Kurt cleared his throat. “Um. She was -er- implying that Lance - wasn’t that well endowed… I think the vernacular is - 'pindick’.”
Kitty had to use both hands to stop her shrieking laughter. “Like, Omy*God*… I can’t believe she like, *did* that… In *public*.”
“Tabitha’s very - earthy,” Kurt allowed. “I’m starting to think she's had a lot of -er- experience.”
Kitty went quiet. He was talking about his own rapist so darn *casually*… When he had his hologram off, one could still see the remnants of her paint job on him. Most of it had faded, and it was starting to fall out, but the marks lingered.
_All marks linger, I guess,_ she thought. _Even the ones no-one can see._
Kitty remembered her own aches and pains south of the equator. She was able to sit normally at last, but if she hit the wrong angle it would spark off the throbbing anew. Lingering marks indeed. Would it hurt forever? Or would she eventually be able to forget?
*
Kurt bought her his selection for a snack.
“Seafood niblets? *Kurt*…”
“Relax. It’s textured vegetable protein. The nearest these things have been to a fish is in the deep fryer.”
Kitty giggled and gingerly ate one. “Mmm… Fake…”
“Do you want to catch a movie, later?” he offered “I hear _Monsters Inc_ is still showing. They have a pretty cool opening short before the show…”
“So how do *you* know that?”
“I - might have seen it a few dozen times…”
“For your little friend, right?” she meant das Kinder.
“Eh. Not exactly. Es ist a good movie.”
A paper bag landed in front of her. Kitty looked in it, her face knotting in perplexity.
“Lance, like what–?”
“It’s for my half of the abortion. Later.” He walked off, trailed by the rest of the Brotherhood. Kurt was sure he heard Lance mutter, "Skanky-assed ho’…“
Kurt kept his growl down to subliminal levels. So much for Lance’s one chance. He was no gentleman. No gentleman at all.
Poor Kitty was devestated. He scooted up beside her and rested an arm about her shoulders. The paper bag was full of dollar bills of various denominations. How he got it, Kurt figured he was better off trying not to guess. He just packed it up and concealed it in one of the many shopping bags they had with them.
"How could he like, *do* that? In front of *everyone*…”
Kurt sighed. Picking up the pieces again. “It’s all right, love. Shhh… He’s just an asshole. Leave him and his nastiness behind you. He doesn’t matter.”
“…guess…” Kitty whimpered. “I’m just like, totally embarrassed.”
“You can be strong, liebe. You can forget all about him. As soon as you start feeling better, we can catch a film and forget *all* about the asshole.”
“Sounds good to me,” Kitty sighed. “An’ tomorrow I’ll do the test and like, make a decision then.”
“Tapferes Madchen,” Kurt cooed. “That’s the way.”
*
Lance lit up the second he was out of the mall and found a nice spot to lean against the wall while he settled his nerves. The nerve of them. Demanding he act responsible. Ha!
Well, he showed them. They could just go and do whatever they liked, now. He had nothing more to do with it.
“Got a light, Herr Alvers?”
Lance nearly shit his pants. Rosa!
She was leaning on a corner and holding a cigarette in a little 'ok' sign in her hands. “I know you must have something, ja? Or shall I light mine from yours?”
He handed her his lighter. “Didn’t know you smoked, Miz Rosa.”
“It’s not a common thing,” she said. She handed the lighter back. “I only smoke to settle mein nerves on bad days.”
“I get *that*,” he said. Lately, he’d been having a whole heap of bad days. Tabby was brewing up a thunderstorm’s worth of bad news to fling his way. Again. And he didn’t have a clue what he’d said *this* time.
“I saw your little altercations in the food court,” said Rosa. “You know Fuzzy Blue, ja?”
“You know about him?”
“He and I are old - friends…” Rosa blew a chain of smoke rings. “I was wondering, since you know him, if you know of a place where he goes to be alone.”
“What you want him alone for?”
Rosa grinned, smoke leaking from her nose. “Herr Alvers, shall we make a deal?”
*
Kitty put the cap back on the end of the test wand. It was so nice of Kurt to pick a test that was easy to do. A nice long wand with simple instructions - pee on the felt bit under the cap for five seconds first thing in the morning, then await results. She didn’t even have to worry about getting her fingers wet.
Ew. That was like, a totally gross thought.
She handled the wand with TP anyway until she was certain it was dry. Sure, if she wanted to be a Mom, she’d have to handle a lot more than her own pee. She’d cross that bridge when it came to her.
With Kurt at her side, no matter what.
Kitty took the test with her and went out seeking Kurt. She couldn't wait fifteen minutes for the results to turn up on her own.
Once again, he’d left the mansion, seeking relative solitude. That was okay. She knew where he hung out. And they could be the first to know. Together.