You don't Know Me By: Bamf Chica
Disclaimer: I own nutzing! Nutzing at all! I wish I owned
an elf though. A fuzzy, blue one… heh heh… *sigh*… read the
story…
Summary: Kurt/Kitty fluff. WAFF all around! And there was
much rejoicing… Kitty's German hating grandmother comes to
visit… interesting situations…
"You give your hand to me,
And then you say hello.
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell,
You think you know me well.
But you don't know me."
Kitty stormed into the mansion. She was not having a
good day! She phased through the closed door of her room
and flopped on the bed. ARGH! There was a pop quiz in
Trigonometry that she had received a 'B' on. A 'B'! That
would kill her average! Just kill it. And with college
coming up soon, she'd have to work to bring it back up.
She didn't even hear the phone ring.
*BAMF* "Katzchen?" Kurt had teleported right outside
her door and was knocking, "Your grandmother is coming to
visit. She just called from the airport. She'll be here in
an hour. I'm making sure my image inducer is fixed. Okay?
Katzchen?"
"Okay Kurt," Kitty got up off of the bed. "I'll be
right there."
Kitty's grandmother, Miriam Pryde, (Her father's
mother) had survived Auschwitz and hated ALL Germans with a
passion. Naturally, Kurt and Mrs. Pryde didn't exactly put
aside their differences well… not at all… Luckily, the
woman lived in Israel and only came about once a year.
However, that entire week or so, Kitty wasted time trying
to convince the woman that she wasn't sleeping with Kurt… I
mean, they weren't even dating! But, her grandmother wasn't
convinced of this… yet! Just because she'd seen them
hugging. HUGGING! That was it! And still she was convinced
of this so-called 'obvious' relationship. And, of course,
the daughter of Kitty's mother couldn't be any good with
realtionships. She would be the one to- gasp- be dating a
German… not that they were dating… However, Miriam was
still convinvced. That, Kitty thought, will change now! She
threw on jeans and a sweater and prepared to meet the
gauntlet…
Miriam Pryde stepped into the hallway of Xavier's
School for the Gifted. She'd been there about three times
before. She hoped vainly that her granddaughter had given
up her constantly denied relationship with that German
monster- What was his name?- Kurt. Not that his name
mattered. He was still German and that added nothing to his
favor to be sure. He was a disgusting little creature. Oh
well, Kitty was coming now anyway.
"Grandmother," Kitty forced a smile for her visitor,
"Want me to take you to your room? Then, we can talk about
supper? And maybe a tour of the mansion? You haven't seen
it since last year."
"That would be fine, Kitten." Miriam hugged her
granddaughter. "I would like that very much. How are you,
Kitten? What have you been up to?"
"Not much, I'm trying to find the right college to
apply to. It's hard work. And Kurt says-" Kitty stopped
realizing what she'd said.
"So," Miriam's normally passive gray eyes hardened,
"You're still consorting with the likes of that… that…
German? Kitten, I thought your father brought you up better
than that."
"Grandmother, Kurt is my best friend, ok? Ok. Now,
would you like to see your room?"
Miriam sighed, "I suppose that would be a good idea."
Miriam removed the hat from her gray head. "Take me to the
room. And, then we'll discuss more pleasant matters."
"Vell? How vas it? She didn't cut you in two did she?"
Kurt looked up from his book as Kitty phased into his room.
"Not yet. She's sleeping though. I guess the trip was
too much for her. She probably dreaming of ways to kill
you."
"Probably. Katzchen?"
"Yeah?" Kitty seated herself at Kurt's desk.
"Are you gonna go down to the rec room and watch South
Pacific? It was Jubilee's idea of fun…" Kurt rolled his
eyes.
"Sure, my homework is done. Why not?"
"Your homework being done was never a question with
you, Katzchen." Kurt ducked the pillow thrown at him and
smiled. "Until my image inducer is fixed, your stuck with
elf, ya know."
"I know. I've gotten used to freakiness." Kitty
smiled. "Let's go."
Well, guys… let me know what you thought… PLEEZE! Thanks
Bamf chica! ? HUGGLZ!
*BAMF*
Disclaimer: I own nutzing! Nutzing at all! I wish I owned
an elf though. A fuzzy, blue one… heh heh… *sigh*… read the
story…
Summary: Kurt/Kitty fluff. WAFF all around! And there was
much rejoicing… Kitty's German hating grandmother comes to
visit… interesting situations…
"You give your hand to me,
And then you say hello.
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell,
You think you know me well.
But you don't know me."
Kitty stormed into the mansion. She was not having a
good day! She phased through the closed door of her room
and flopped on the bed. ARGH! There was a pop quiz in
Trigonometry that she had received a 'B' on. A 'B'! That
would kill her average! Just kill it. And with college
coming up soon, she'd have to work to bring it back up.
She didn't even hear the phone ring.
*BAMF* "Katzchen?" Kurt had teleported right outside
her door and was knocking, "Your grandmother is coming to
visit. She just called from the airport. She'll be here in
an hour. I'm making sure my image inducer is fixed. Okay?
Katzchen?"
"Okay Kurt," Kitty got up off of the bed. "I'll be
right there."
Kitty's grandmother, Miriam Pryde, (Her father's
mother) had survived Auschwitz and hated ALL Germans with a
passion. Naturally, Kurt and Mrs. Pryde didn't exactly put
aside their differences well… not at all… Luckily, the
woman lived in Israel and only came about once a year.
However, that entire week or so, Kitty wasted time trying
to convince the woman that she wasn't sleeping with Kurt… I
mean, they weren't even dating! But, her grandmother wasn't
convinced of this… yet! Just because she'd seen them
hugging. HUGGING! That was it! And still she was convinced
of this so-called 'obvious' relationship. And, of course,
the daughter of Kitty's mother couldn't be any good with
realtionships. She would be the one to- gasp- be dating a
German… not that they were dating… However, Miriam was
still convinvced. That, Kitty thought, will change now! She
threw on jeans and a sweater and prepared to meet the
gauntlet…
Miriam Pryde stepped into the hallway of Xavier's
School for the Gifted. She'd been there about three times
before. She hoped vainly that her granddaughter had given
up her constantly denied relationship with that German
monster- What was his name?- Kurt. Not that his name
mattered. He was still German and that added nothing to his
favor to be sure. He was a disgusting little creature. Oh
well, Kitty was coming now anyway.
"Grandmother," Kitty forced a smile for her visitor,
"Want me to take you to your room? Then, we can talk about
supper? And maybe a tour of the mansion? You haven't seen
it since last year."
"That would be fine, Kitten." Miriam hugged her
granddaughter. "I would like that very much. How are you,
Kitten? What have you been up to?"
"Not much, I'm trying to find the right college to
apply to. It's hard work. And Kurt says-" Kitty stopped
realizing what she'd said.
"So," Miriam's normally passive gray eyes hardened,
"You're still consorting with the likes of that… that…
German? Kitten, I thought your father brought you up better
than that."
"Grandmother, Kurt is my best friend, ok? Ok. Now,
would you like to see your room?"
Miriam sighed, "I suppose that would be a good idea."
Miriam removed the hat from her gray head. "Take me to the
room. And, then we'll discuss more pleasant matters."
"Vell? How vas it? She didn't cut you in two did she?"
Kurt looked up from his book as Kitty phased into his room.
"Not yet. She's sleeping though. I guess the trip was
too much for her. She probably dreaming of ways to kill
you."
"Probably. Katzchen?"
"Yeah?" Kitty seated herself at Kurt's desk.
"Are you gonna go down to the rec room and watch South
Pacific? It was Jubilee's idea of fun…" Kurt rolled his
eyes.
"Sure, my homework is done. Why not?"
"Your homework being done was never a question with
you, Katzchen." Kurt ducked the pillow thrown at him and
smiled. "Until my image inducer is fixed, your stuck with
elf, ya know."
"I know. I've gotten used to freakiness." Kitty
smiled. "Let's go."
Well, guys… let me know what you thought… PLEEZE! Thanks
Bamf chica! ? HUGGLZ!
*BAMF*