Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Thirty Four (NC-17)

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…*hands over cookies
and hot tea * Sorry. L InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, and Dracena
make me giggle like a schoolgirl because they archive. ProPhile gets muse cookies for being a
smutmuse and Morgan gets extra cool points for what she did and being so calm
and polite. Readers/Reviewers: Well, this is the last chapter of
Quixotic. Tomorrow, new fic! Whooo!
And there’s a follow up to Waiting is the Hardest Part in the works if
anyone is interested (it’s being put on the Yahoo group but I can email it to
whoever else wants it). And thank you sooooooo
much for reading and reviewing. You have no idea how happy that makes me. And
the ducks. Always the ducks…

 

 

“Ugh.”

“Keep your
eyes closed,” Kitty advised quietly. “It’ll
help.”

“I’m not
dizzy,” Kurt muttered thickly. “Hungry
and confused.” He opened one eye and
groaned. “Is my mother here?”

“No…” She peered at him worriedly. “Did you see her here?”

“No…I
thought I heard her, though.”

“Ah.” Kitty leaned back in the uncomfortable
infirmary chair. “That would’ve been
the phone. She’s worried about you.”

Kurt
sighed. “What did I do?”

“Do you
want an alphabetical list or just random examples?”

“Oooooh.” He opened both eyes then and winced. “Katzchen, is there even a remote
possibility of me getting food before you tell me how stupid I’ve been?”

She sighed
and reached out to cup his chin. “Kurt, I’m not going to say that. But…” she moved away out of his line of
sight and returned quickly with a tray of now-cold food. “I thought you were going to wake up sooner…”

He sat up
quickly, swallowing against a wave of nausea, and fell to the food with
enthusiasm. “This is so good,” he
muttered around a mouthful of bread. Something
on his plate gave him pause, though. A
candycane was tucked under one corner of the sandwich. “Mein Gott…it’s Christmas.”

“Yep.” She leaned forward and kissed him just below
his ear. “You’ve been weird for a
week. Well, weirder than usual.”

He washed
his food down with a long draught of milk and sighed. “Tell me everything.”

Kitty
glanced at the clock. “It’s almost
midnight…you sure you’d rather not sleep and I’ll tell you everything in the
morning?”

“In ten
minutes, it’ll be morning…” He reached
for and grasped her hand tightly. “Please,
Katzchen? Tell me everything?”

“Do you
remember anything about this week?”

“It’s like
a dream…like I was watching myself and not really realizing what was going
on. I need to hear it from you—you won’t
lie to me…”

Kitty
closed her eyes to gather her thoughts and proceeded to tell him everything she
knew about the past week, including their unions and Emma’s idea. “I feel kind of bad for suggesting just
hitting you again… I didn’t think it
would work…”

Kurt buried
his face in his hands. “Gott im Himmel…” After several long minutes, he looked up at her again. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She helped him move the tray aside and
crawled into bed next to him, resting her head on his chest with a sigh of relief. “I think it was kind of what the Professor
said, that you needed a vacation…”

“Schatz,”
he murmured, “I don’t need a break…I’m delusional.”

“Not
anymore,” she pointed out, twining her fingers in his hair, wiggling happily as
his tail wound around her calf. “You
were tired and your brain sort of took a little time out.”

Kurt
groaned. “But why? My life isn’t that bad…”

“Kurt, think
about it,” she sighed, sitting up enough to look him in the eye. “Think about all the stuff that you’ve been
through over the past year or so and tell me you didn’t need a mental vacation.”

“Kitty, you’ve
been through more than I ever will…”

“Oh, don’t
give me that! Besides,” she added with
a bashful smile, “I saw gods, remember?
Or a god… You know how weird that
is for a nice Jewish girl from Chicago?”

“I suppose,”
he added after a moment of contemplative silence, “a Catholic seeing visions
would not have been as strange.”

“Probably
not,” she agreed, snuggling close again.
“But the Professor wants for you to talk to one of his friends…”

“I think…I’d
rather not,” he said slowly. “I feel
crazy enough as it is.”

She stroked
the fur on his arm idly. “Are you
worried it’ll happen again?”

“Just don’t
hit me on the head again and I think we’ll be fine.” His black laughter rumbled in his chest and Kitty sighed
again. “I’m kidding, Liebes. I know it wasn’t just that…”

“Talk to
the Professor’s friend? Please?”

“If it’ll
make you happy…”

She had the
distinct feeling he would crawl to Hell on his hands and knees if it would make
her happy. She was not sure she liked
that feeling. “It won’t make me happy
for you to be upset, sweetie, but I will be happy if you’re able to feel safe
in your own head.”

Kurt ran
his fingers down her back and paused as she winced. “What’s wrong?”

“I fell out
of a tree trying to get you down.”

“You…I was…oy.” His face felt hot with embarrassment. “Did I…conscript Logan?”

She had
wisely left that bit out earlier in the hopes Kurt would not mention it and
Logan would remain safely out of claw distance until all was well. “Um, yeah.”

“I’m going
to die a stabby death…”[1]

“I won’t
let him kill youhe phe promised.

“Danke…” He closed his eyes and felt very, very
tired. “Liebes, your present is in my
room.”

“Don’t
worry about it.”

“But…”

“We’ll have
our little present giving thing tomorrow.”


“Promise?”
“I promise.” She patted his tail where it lay on her thigh.
“Promise me something now?”

“Anything.” He meant it, and it carried in his voice.

“If we ever…er…play
dress up again, it’ll be in a bedroom?”

He laughed
long and hard. “I promise, Liebes. I promise.”



[1] Christa got
me saying that one, lol.