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Chapter Five "So are ve teleporting or driving?" Kurt asked as Melinda ran a brush through her hair.
"That's up to you. I don't mind avoiding traffic on the Jersey turnpike if you want to bamf us there."
He admired her from the corner of his eye as she straightened her skirt and picked up her purse to leave. She was wearing a white, embroidered peasant blouse with a long denim skirt for the occasion, and her reddish brown hair was hanging loose to her shoulders instead of in its usual barrette. "Have I told you that you look lovely today?"
She blushed and shot him a pleased smile. "You're just saying that because you've never seen me in girl clothes."
"There is that, but I'm also saying it because it's true." He winked at her.
"Charmer. Have I told you thanks for doing this?"
"Only several dozen times," he quipped.
"Really though, I'm glad you're coming. My birthday wouldn't be the same without you around. But now, c'mon, Ma's gonna have a duck if we're late." She linked her arm through his.
"Ve vouldn't vant that. Besides, I prefer geese."
"Oh you're full of it today, aren't you, Blue?" Melinda grinned.
Several bamfs later, and they stood on the front porch of a modest house in the suburbs. Kurt tried to quell his sudden attack of nerves as Melinda opened the door on a roomful of her family. Think of it like a performance, Kurt reminded himself. A momentary blanket of silence fell over the gathering, before an older woman bustled to the door to greet them.
"Melinda, baby, you look so pretty! And you're actually on time, for once!" The woman caught Melinda in a quick embrace, then turned her attention to Kurt. "You must be Mr. Wagner, we've heard so much about you. I'm Melinda's mother, Eileen." She smiled.
"It's Kurt. And it's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Dabrowski." He gave her his most charming smile and bent forward to take her hand and kiss it.
"OH! Will you look at that!" Mrs. Dabrowski blushed like a school girl and giggled. "Al, you need to take lessons!"
From the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Melinda hide a smile behind her hand. By that time, the presumed Mr. Dabrowski had joined them. He was a heavyset and balding man with half-moon spectacles perched on his nose. "Lessons my ass. Ma, let the the kids in the house fer Chrissake."
As they moved into the living room, Mr. Dabrowski offered Kurt a handshake. "Ain't gonna kiss my hand too, are ya?" He winked. Kurt smiled and shook his head. Mentally, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Introductions were made all around. Both of her brothers and their respective families were present and five children under the age of ten ran amuck around the adults. A ball game blared on the television, and someone pushed a beer into Kurt's hand. It was a chaotic, but very warm family scene. Surprisingly, he found himself relaxing. Within a few minutes, they were all seated around the dinner table, and the easy conversation continued.
"Guess we don't have to ask what you do for a living, do we Kurt?" One of Melinda's brothers joked. James, that was his name, Kurt remembered.
"Nein, I suppose not. Vhat about you?" Kurt smiled and took a bite of chicken salad.
"I work down at AEFA. Metal-working." James stood up and retrieved the toddler that was trying to pull Kurt off the chair by his tail. "Cut it out, kiddo."
Kurt grinned down at the little boy. "He's cute. Vhat age is he?"
"Two, an' he's a handful."
"We're so glad you could make it, Kurt." Mrs. Dabrowski smiled over at him.
"Vell, I vouldn't vant to miss Melinda's birthday celebration."
"Hey, will ya get a load of that, yer not the only one that calls her 'Melinda', Ma." Mark piped up with a chuckle.
Kurt looked at Melinda with a bit of confusion.
She smiled and answered his questioning look, "Most people just call me 'Linda'."
"Oh, you never told me, I'm sorry."
"No big deal. You kinda make my old granny name sound exotic, with the accent." She grinned.
The rest of the day was equally as enjoyable. Linda's father and brothers sat down to enjoy the ball game. Her mother and sisters-in-law chatted in the kitchen, and, before long, the rest of the children had joined the adventurous toddler in approaching Kurt. He was quickly deemed acceptable, especially after he showed them how he could walk on his hands and do a standing back flip. All of this normal family activity was as foreign to Kurt as a visit to the moon would have been for Linda. He loved it. Today gave him a taste of what most men took for granted.
"I'm gonna steal yer fella for a few minutes before ya head out, Linda-Lou." Mr. Dabrowski said, as Kurt and Linda started the extensive leave-taking process later that day.
"Dad...." Linda gave her father a warning look.
"What?" He gazed at her innocently. "Just wanna have a little man to man. You don't mind, do you Kurt?"
Uh oh, Kurt thought. "Of course not." He followed Mr. Dabrowski into his study and watched as he shut the door.
"Scotch?"
"Ja, danke."
Mr. Dabrowski handed him a drink. "Linda's been seeing you awhile now, ain't she?"
"Vell, ve're good friends, Mr. Dabrowski." He looked at Kurt over the top of his glasses.
"Uh huh, whatever you kids call it these days, and it's Al."
"Ve really are just friends." Kurt shifted uncomfortably.
"Did you know Linda was awarded a medal in Afghanistan?" Mr. Dabrowski pointed at a framed military commendation on the wall.
"Nein, though she told me she had been a medic vhile she vas there." She had actually only mentioned it in passing. The war and her involvement wasn't something she liked to discuss.
"Yeah, she was wounded in the line of duty. She doesn't talk about it much, but she saved some people that day -- other soldiers, ya know?" The tone of his voice was obviously proud.
"She's a remarkable voman."
"That she is. Ain't got a head fulla fluff like some of 'em. Smart girl."
Kurt nodded.
"She didn't wanna be there. Did she tell ya that?"
"Ja, she mentioned it."
"Wasn't somethin' she believed in, but she's a girl that keeps her promises. When she signed up, she promised old Uncle Sam that she'd do her duty, so she did." Mr Dabrowski shook his head.
He continued, "a man kinda expects to have to worry about sons, ya know, doing stuff like that. It ain't something ya think about when the nurse hands ya a little newborn baby girl. But then I never expected her ta get tangled up with the likes of you, either."
Kurt felt like he'd been struck. He was so sure he'd been accepted today -- now this. The betrayal was almost more than he could bear. Calling on long practice, he schooled his features into a mask of pleasantness. The man was still Linda's father.
"I expect it vas a surprise, ja." He politely sipped his drink.
"Got that right. I see you people on the news all the time, blowing stuff up, killing people, wiping out whole city blocks with the wave of a hand. It's everywhere. It ain't goin' away, either. My kid could be walking down the street, minding her own business and get blown the hell away 'cause some mutant guy had a bad day. How's an ordinary fella like me suppose ta keep my kids safe from that?" Mr. Dabrowski looked at Kurt steadily.
"I understand, Mr. Dabr...Al. I can understand that you might not vish your daughter to be around someone like me, but I assure you, I've done nothing to endanger her. I cannot help the vay I vas born." Kurt's chest ached.
"Yer missing my point. I said an ordinary guy can't keep my kid safe, but ya ain't no ordinary guy, are ya?"
"Nein, I'm not." Kurt wondered where this was going.
"If somethin' happened, ya could get my little girl somewhere safe, right?" He looked over with an almost pleading expression.
Kurt nodded slowly. "If Linda vas in danger, I vould protect her or die trying, ja."
Mr. Dabrowski grinned then. "That's all I wanted ta know." He clapped Kurt on the back. "C'mon, natives are probably gettin' restless out there."
Kurt stood there stunned for a moment, before he smiled. As they walked back to join the others, he heard Al muttering under his breath, "Guess I can get used ta the idea of blue grandkids. Could be worse, might be green."
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By the time they arrived back at Linda's apartment, Kurt was feeling positively euphoric.
"So what did you and Dad talk about?" She asked for the third time.
They were standing in the kitchen sharing a beer while the radio played in the background. Kurt smiled. She was tenacious, he'd give her that.
"Ve talked about a lot of things."
"Like?" Linda eyed him with a grin.
"I told you already -- current events, your time in the service, families. Just normal things."
"Uh huh."
Kurt turned up the radio. "How about a birthday dance?" The sound of Dusty Springfield filled the kitchen.
"Yeah, ok, I'll let you off the hook, for now. You sure your toes are up for a dance? I mauled them pretty bad last time." Linda put the beer on the counter.
"Ja, und you've improved immensely. There is hope yet." He took her in his arms and twirled her around in time to the music.
"Thanks to you." She smiled up at him but kicked off her shoes to be on the safe side.
"The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, he was"*
Linda sang along softly. "You know, there's nothing like these old songs. I grew up listening to stuff like this."
"Ja, me too."
"Really? No German oompah music?" She grinned mischievously.
"Ha ha, very funny. Nein, no oompah music."
They were both laughing by the time the song ended and Van Morrison started singing about Crazy Love. Kurt smiled and pulled her closer for a slow dance. "See, now I like this kind of dancing, especially vith a beautiful voman in my arms."
She rested her hands on his shoulders and smiled into his eyes. "Mmmhmm, this is pretty nice, though I don't see how you can call standing and swaying to music 'dancing'."
"There's music and ve're moving, so it's dancing." He inched his face closer to hers.
Linda didn't reply, but lifted her face towards him. Kurt gently brushed her lips with a kiss. That softest of touches sent a jolt of electricity straight down his spine. His tail wrapped around her calf, squeezing. He tightened his arms, encircling her waist, and moved his mouth over hers. She responded by melting against him. Her hands slid up and into his hair as she opened her mouth to his deepening kiss. That slow, leisurely exploration soon developed insistence and heat, their rising passion evident in ragged breath and soft moans. Kurt felt like he was burning. He couldn't get close enough to her, and he ran his hands up and down her body in the attempt. Linda moved her mouth hungrily against him, her hands slipping underneath his shirt. Her fingers explored the texture of his fur and he delighted in the sensation.
It was like a dam had burst, and everything that had been building between them for so long was at last free. It was a devouring tide that neither of them could stop. Gasping, his eyes darkened to a deep amber, Kurt looked at Linda with a silent question. She nodded, and he lifted her, making his way into the bedroom.
He lay her on the bed, and they begin an almost frantic exploration of one another, clothes torn away and thrown haphazardly across the room. They tasted and touched until Kurt thought he would lose his mind with need. She was just as desperate for fulfillment and pulled at him, waiting in expectation as he moved over her.
Kurt entered her swiftly, pushing deep. She cried out underneath him, her lips against his shoulder. He groaned as he felt her surround him, sheathing him in her taut heat. Linda lifted her hips against him, and he begin the age-old rhythm of the first dance. The slow pace he started with soon gave way to a fervor as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He was helpless against the force of this, and he thrust hard against her, trying to control a body that had developed a mind of its own. He gritted his teeth and fought against the inevitable. When she arched her back in climax, pulsing around him and crying out his name, Kurt was lost. He threw his head back with a purely animalistc growl and exploded inside her. He collapsed, trembling, and felt her heart beating in time with his own.
After long minutes, their breathing returned to normal. He nuzzled her face with a gentle kiss, and rolling onto his back, he pulled her to rest on his chest. She brushed her face against his fur and sighed contentedly.
"Wow," she breathed.
Kurt smiled. "Ja, my sentiments exactly."
"Happy birthday to me," she said, grinning.
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her.
"Ich liebe dich, mein Engelchen. Happy Birthday."
She lifted her face and peered at him. "Sounds pretty. Translate?"
"I said 'I love you, my little angel." He gazed at her, the corners of his mouth tugged into a gentle smile.
Her dark eyes filled with emotion as she looked at him. "I love you too, Blue."

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*from Son of a Preacher Man, by Dusty Springfield.
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