Dude, Newt, why were you nervous? You didn't need to be nervous. There was absolutely zero reason to be. He kind of wasn't at the same time either? It was super weird. It was like that high you get before some big thing you know you're going to do well at but there's always the sliiiight possibility you were going to fail.
Whatever, he'd worry about it later. This was just cookies.
And probably some other stuff, but they'd get to that later. Kurt's place isn't all that far from Newt's so most of the time it took was him making sure he didn't smell bad. He didn't! So that was awesome.
Newt knocked and stuck his hands in his torn leather jacket while he waited. As soon as he got paid by the university? Getting this thing repaired. Duct tape looked awful.
Kurt opened the door with an almost shy smile, looking down before stepping aside, inviting Newt in. "Welcome to my home. It is not much and I do not have anything here of my own, but... for now, it is mine."
When Newt came in, he'd see it wasn't that different from his own home, maybe just in different colors and not quite as cookie cutter similar, but both had a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and Kurt had a small patio off of the living room.
But who cared about living rooms? Kurt was looking at Newt in the light of day, thoughts flying around in his head about this strange yet funny man that he seemed drawn to.
"Hey," he said with a broad smile and a very nearly sing-song tone like people sometimes do. Thankfully, that was probably the closest Kurt would ever get to hearing a song from Newt. Piano: great. Singing? ... Just don't go there.
Newt gave a look around the room and-- yep. Pretty much the same but different. All of their "volunteer citizen" places must have been some kind of standard.
Kurt was way, way more interesting to look at, anyway.
"So do you really have cookies or were you trying to lure me over?"
He's completely teasing. He would have shown up without the promise of free food and that says something.
He smiled, gesturing for Newt to follow him into the kitchen. "Yes, I have cookies. And schnitzel, though not too many seem to want any of the latter. I would not have lied to get you to come here, Newt." He took that seriously. Kurt and lying? Didn't really fit together.
Playful banter, sure, but he was only just getting there with this strange man who made his stomach do cartwheels on its own.
"That was a joke, dude. Do they even know what it is?"
Who would actually lure people in with a fake promise of food? Only if they wanted to get flatly rejected, in Newt's opinion. You do not mess with a guy's need for food.
And, he'd run across quite a few people who had no idea what it was.
Kurt was really distracting, even from the back. Wait, what was that? He narrowed his eyes at the circle mark on his neck.
Kurt, oblivious to all, led Newt into the kitchen, pulling the plate he'd made for him out and setting it at the table, stopping at the cabinets. "Would you like something to drink? I have milk, water, and juice. Just juice this time. Not the candy liquor of the other night."
Not that he was against the candy liquor. He'd rather liked it. But he thought he should be sober the next time he ran into Newt, if only to see if his response to him was his own. So far, it seemed it was.
"Water's good..." He said a little distracted as he followed, keeping a comfortable distance of a step or so away.
Couldn't expect the guy to go from zero to regular drinker in a week right?
"What's with the scar on your neck?"
He pointed to it, or at least the general direction. Did it occur to him for even one second that it might not be something he wanted to talk about? Nope!
Kurt paused as he was pulling down a glass, a hand lifting to the back of his neck to touch the small scar. Feelings moved through him; anger, fear, violation... but that was in the past now. His smile was a little sad as he turned to Newt, the glass in one hand as he shrugged a shoulder. "It is from an experiment. Or... no. I suppose it was not an experiment since it was past the testing stages. A... violation would be a better word. A very bad man used a very powerful mutant to control others to do as he pleased. I was one of those mutants and I was fortunate to be stopped in what he'd asked of me."
What the fuck. Newt's expression gave the same thought across. Eyebrows half scrunched and one raised. He couldn't believe that 1. Someone would do something like that without them being in like a comic or something and 2. Someone was actually powerful enough to do so. If he ever had the chance, he was going right to Kurt's world. It sounded terrifying and awesome.
"Kill the President of the United States of America to start a full out war between humans and mutants. There is a very fine balance in my world at the moment and it would not take much to shift it. That? That would most definitely have shifted it, since it is obvious even by sight what I am." And all he could do was give thanks that the SS agent had shot him when he had. Kurt was no murderer and controlled or not, he didn't know how he could live with that sin.
Newt blinks a few times at that. He was standing in front of a guy who was supposed to be killing the President of the US. Wow. Newt could have a ... questionable moral code if he really wanted to get to something but that. That was fucked up even to him.
"Are you serious? I mean, I don't know you super well or anything but you're probably one of the nicest people I've met."
Teeth included, it was hard to imagine Kurt as anything more ferocious than a growling puppy. Or maybe he was only getting the cute and fluffy side.
He did as he was told, though, and sat. He'd start on eating too and pause to wonder at the plate because wow he had not had anything like this in a very, very long time. He even made a groaning noise.
"Dude. Back home, real bread is rare." Real ingredients of any kind other than Strictly Local - and that was expensive as hell - were rare.
"I was not myself. The... chemical they used, it burned in through to my spinal column and made me a puppet. He could have told me to walk in front of a train and I would have." He supposed he should be lucky that wasn't what Stryker had in store for him.
But when Newt sat down and began to eat, Kurt smiled, a hand resting lightly on Newt's shoulder for a moment. "I am glad you like it. I have not had anyone other than myself to cook for for a while. I have been told I do a very good pizza as well."
And of course his first instinct was to know what that chemical was composed of and wondering how those powers would work exactly. Imagine being a scientist in his world... Except it did sound incredibly fucked up. Consent didn't seem to be much of an issue.
"I'll trade you a pizza for... what's your favorite?"
He looked up to Kurt to keep talking. Mouth half full. It was good and only then did Newt realize just how hungry he was.
"My favorite? Well, pizza is good. So are burgers and tacos. I came to quite enjoy American food once I came over." He smiled, thinking of the ache he'd had the first time he'd gorged himself on hamburgers. So delicious, yet so deceptively filling. "There are so many types and varieties, I do not think I have ever been able to have them all."
He hadn't had one in years and this was the perfect opportunity to try his hand at making one again. It's crazy how much food he missed and didn't notice. Why worry about it when you know you can't have it? Unless you were lucky enough to be in an open port like Hong Kong.
"A taco pizza? I have not had one of those before. I have tried a cheeseburger one and it was delicious." He smiled, remembering again a lot of firsts he'd had when he'd left Germany and come over to the States. For all the bad times he could remember, there were good ones to counter them with, and Kurt could always consider himself lucky for that alone. "Would you like more? Something else, perhaps?"
Unbeknownst to him, his tail had decided to take a little stroll over to Newt's leg, winding gently around it and just holding him as Kurt sat across from him.
Newt was in mid bite when the tail started sneaking to him. He grinned.
"Is that your version of playing footsie? Because I think I like it better."
Dudes with tails was going to be a thing with him from now on, he knew it. He finished his bite and chewed as he thought. The answer was a shrug. "What do you have?"
A quick blink, then realization made him flush, his head dipping down in acknowledgement, but he didn't remove his tail. If anything, the tip gave a slight caress where it lay. "I have not played footsie myself, though I have heard of it. I suppose this is... similar."
Yes, Newt, he was admitting to being touchy feely. Kurt didn't really do lies. "Ah, more schnitzel. The cookies. I had bought a roast chicken for later, but I do not mind sharing."
"Let you stay? If you had not replied to my message today, I was going to call and ask you to come over." He looked entirely serious, too. He'd bought a whole damn chicken, Newt. A big damn chicken. With veggies. Just waiting to be put in the oven to cook and get nice and tasty. "I would... very much like you to stay. For dinner. And perhaps longer?"
... Okay he was definitely starting to think this was more than just bros hanging out.
"Thanks, yeah. Yeah! I'd love to."
Sorry he was just... surprised. He'd had a few casual flings sure but over the past couple of years he'd been too busy for even that really. Work took up a lot more of his life than he had realized. Not that it bothered him because he loved what he did.
To keep from spoiling his appetite, he stopped here with the snacks. He gave a happy but sly kind of smile, like when you're jokingly suspicious of someone.
"Ah, well..." He looked down at his hands, as innocent as a blue elfy looking mutant could look. "Dinner. And then I thought we could watch a movie? Or maybe go up onto the roof and look at the stars, if the sky is clear enough for it."
"Well, I... suppose yes, I was. I mean, it is not the same as a real date, but I do not know anywhere here and I have not found employment yet, so... I am somewhat limited in my funds." Very limited. But he could offer chicken. And cookies...?
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cookies at kurt's
Whatever, he'd worry about it later. This was just cookies.
And probably some other stuff, but they'd get to that later. Kurt's place isn't all that far from Newt's so most of the time it took was him making sure he didn't smell bad. He didn't! So that was awesome.
Newt knocked and stuck his hands in his torn leather jacket while he waited. As soon as he got paid by the university? Getting this thing repaired. Duct tape looked awful.
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When Newt came in, he'd see it wasn't that different from his own home, maybe just in different colors and not quite as cookie cutter similar, but both had a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and Kurt had a small patio off of the living room.
But who cared about living rooms? Kurt was looking at Newt in the light of day, thoughts flying around in his head about this strange yet funny man that he seemed drawn to.
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Newt gave a look around the room and-- yep. Pretty much the same but different. All of their "volunteer citizen" places must have been some kind of standard.
Kurt was way, way more interesting to look at, anyway.
"So do you really have cookies or were you trying to lure me over?"
He's completely teasing. He would have shown up without the promise of free food and that says something.
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Playful banter, sure, but he was only just getting there with this strange man who made his stomach do cartwheels on its own.
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Who would actually lure people in with a fake promise of food? Only if they wanted to get flatly rejected, in Newt's opinion. You do not mess with a guy's need for food.
And, he'd run across quite a few people who had no idea what it was.
Kurt was really distracting, even from the back. Wait, what was that? He narrowed his eyes at the circle mark on his neck.
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Not that he was against the candy liquor. He'd rather liked it. But he thought he should be sober the next time he ran into Newt, if only to see if his response to him was his own. So far, it seemed it was.
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Couldn't expect the guy to go from zero to regular drinker in a week right?
"What's with the scar on your neck?"
He pointed to it, or at least the general direction. Did it occur to him for even one second that it might not be something he wanted to talk about? Nope!
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1. Someone would do something like that without them being in like a comic or something and
2. Someone was actually powerful enough to do so. If he ever had the chance, he was going right to Kurt's world. It sounded terrifying and awesome.
"What was he going to make you do?"
No, no filter. No thought. Only questions.
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"Come, sit. Eat."
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"Are you serious? I mean, I don't know you super well or anything but you're probably one of the nicest people I've met."
Teeth included, it was hard to imagine Kurt as anything more ferocious than a growling puppy. Or maybe he was only getting the cute and fluffy side.
He did as he was told, though, and sat. He'd start on eating too and pause to wonder at the plate because wow he had not had anything like this in a very, very long time. He even made a groaning noise.
"Dude. Back home, real bread is rare." Real ingredients of any kind other than Strictly Local - and that was expensive as hell - were rare.
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But when Newt sat down and began to eat, Kurt smiled, a hand resting lightly on Newt's shoulder for a moment. "I am glad you like it. I have not had anyone other than myself to cook for for a while. I have been told I do a very good pizza as well."
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"I'll trade you a pizza for... what's your favorite?"
He looked up to Kurt to keep talking. Mouth half full. It was good and only then did Newt realize just how hungry he was.
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"My favorite? Well, pizza is good. So are burgers and tacos. I came to quite enjoy American food once I came over." He smiled, thinking of the ache he'd had the first time he'd gorged himself on hamburgers. So delicious, yet so deceptively filling. "There are so many types and varieties, I do not think I have ever been able to have them all."
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He hadn't had one in years and this was the perfect opportunity to try his hand at making one again. It's crazy how much food he missed and didn't notice. Why worry about it when you know you can't have it? Unless you were lucky enough to be in an open port like Hong Kong.
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Unbeknownst to him, his tail had decided to take a little stroll over to Newt's leg, winding gently around it and just holding him as Kurt sat across from him.
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"Is that your version of playing footsie? Because I think I like it better."
Dudes with tails was going to be a thing with him from now on, he knew it. He finished his bite and chewed as he thought. The answer was a shrug. "What do you have?"
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Yes, Newt, he was admitting to being touchy feely. Kurt didn't really do lies. "Ah, more schnitzel. The cookies. I had bought a roast chicken for later, but I do not mind sharing."
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Not that Newt had been a footsie maniac before (why bother?) but. Point remained. It felt a lot nicer for a start.
"You'd let me stay for dinner..?"
Was this as bros or as some kind of date or something in between? And why did he care? Normally he didn't care at all.
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"Thanks, yeah. Yeah! I'd love to."
Sorry he was just... surprised. He'd had a few casual flings sure but over the past couple of years he'd been too busy for even that really. Work took up a lot more of his life than he had realized. Not that it bothered him because he loved what he did.
To keep from spoiling his appetite, he stopped here with the snacks. He gave a happy but sly kind of smile, like when you're jokingly suspicious of someone.
"How much did you have planned?"
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Now he felt silly.
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"Dude, were you going to ask me on a date?"
Stay at home dates counted! He'd prefer to go out but whatever. Beggars could not be choosers and this would be the first in like, forever.
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Casual? He could do casual.
"I might fight you over the movie, though." He held up his hands in fake surrender. "I can't be held responsible if you have no taste."
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Oh my god. I'd replied to this and it didn't go through? I thought you'd stopped tagging. >|
nah not without saying something!
Good ♥
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