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Waking, and staring at the pink poster beside her bed, Kitty sat up abruptly, shocked that she was in bed. "I was supposed to be Christmas shopping!"

"Um, two things Kitty, its two in the morning and it's the middle of August." Rogue sat up in her own bed, her hair messily falling about her face. Her skin was smooth and pale, not a trace of fur to it.

"Where's Kurt!"

Frowning, the goth sighed. "In bed, Kitty."

"I have to talk to him."

"Cant it wait until morning?"

She shook her head. "I had a dream, and everyone was in it but you all had fur and I didn't, and I was just like me and I was totally outcast and Kurt was a model and so was Jean and they had a perfume ad together called predator and you were so proud of him and-"

"Kitty, breathe." Rogue was stifling laughter. "We all had fur? Now that's an interesting dream! But that's all it was, now, go back to bed."

There was no way she could go to sleep! Kitty got out of her bed and hurriedly moved through the halls to where Kurt's room was located. Throwing the door open, she looked about at the empty room and frowned as she saw a picture on the bed.

It was Kurt, as a tiny child, sitting in the snow, looking so abandoned and alone. Kitty couldn't stop herself from bursting into tears at the sight of it.

"Are you alright, Kitty?" He looked in from the balcony. "I didn't hear you come in…" Noting the picture, he smiled. "I had that taken when I was very little."

She hugged him. "I'm sorry!"

"For…?" Kurt frowned as she continued to cry into his shoulder. "It's alright, Kitty, did you have a nightmare?"

"No, it was the nicest dream I've ever had." She hugged him. "I'll never complain about your fur again, I promise." She paused and frowned. "Are you wearing aftershave?"

"No, Jean got me some pet-perfume called 'Predator' – it's for masculine dogs."

Kitty started to cry again.

"Hey, hey, I won't wear it if it upsets you that much."

"You're so innocent!"

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "I'm innocent now?" He looked at the photo for a moment before turning it round to show Kitty. "I was innocent then, Kitty, not now."

She frowned. "Why do you have a photo of yourself like that?"

"My mother found it a few weeks ago tucked into the back of an album and sent me it, asking if I remembered when it was taken." His eyes clouded with distant memories. "I had a scare with a traveller who thought I was a demon, I would start crying if mother or father put me down afterwards. They thought it was terribly cute, took a little reminder and after a week I was trying to escape them and climb up trees again." He looked at her. "Now I've answered your question, will you tell me now why you came to find me and started crying?"

"There was this dream -"

"A good one?"

"A really good one, and in it everyone had fur but I was hairless and I hated it, but you were really nice to me – and you were a model as well as Jean for this perfume called…"

He waited patiently. "Called?"

"Predator." Kitty giggled. "I must have overheard Jean talking about it and that's why it was in my dream. But anyway, I was getting picked on all the time and you were comforting me and I was really happy because you were so nice…"

Kurt waited again. "And?"

"You're always nice, even when I'm horrible."

"Is that why you were crying?"

She nodded before blinking as he hugged her roughly, his silky fur warm and the smell of 'predator' tickling her nose.

He purred reassuringly. "Don't worry, I forgive you."

"Just like that?"

"Of course, we're family." Kurt was both puzzled and surprised when Kitty began to cry again, but he knew instinctively that this time the tears where for a good reason, so he simply held her and waited for Kitty to calm down, gently stroking her hair.

Kitty was smiling between sobs.

The end