Prompt:
Kurt always telling the reader how much he loves her in German then lying about
what he said until one day Hank gives her a translator earpiece that Kurt doesn’t
know about and oops I accidently gushed over you and confessed my undying love
for you.
Note:
Awwwwwwwwww!
“(Y/N), I hope you don’t mind me asking, but
why exactly do you need a translator?” Hank asked, handing you the metal
earpiece.
“Oh, it’s just for…things…” you told him. “Sometimes Kurt goes on German rants, and I
don’t always catch all of it.”
“Ah. Well. Good luck with that,” he waved as
you left the lab. You paused, pushing the piece into your ear and hiding it
behind your hair. Now you were ready to figure out what the hell Kurt was
saying.
***
“Hey blue, what’cha doing?” You asked walking
into the living room. Kurt was spread out on the couch, a book of German
fairytales in his hands.
“Reading,” he replied, smiling at you.
“Wanna read to me?” you asked him. He nodded
eagerly, setting down his cup of tea. You walked over to the couch and laid on
top of him. The first time you had done this, he had freaked out, but now he
was accustomed to your presence, your warmth. He used his tail to gently stroke
your hair while his hands held the book.
“Is German all right?” he asked. You nodded. “Okay.”
Kurt cleared his throat. You reached up and tapped the button on the
translator.
“Once
upon a time, zhere vas a little blue circus freak. He traveled from city to
city vizh zhe circus, never quite finding a place he belonged. He began to feel
like he belonged novhere. But one day, zhe little circus freak found a place to
call home. It vas a great big mansion, full of people just like him. Zhese
people didn’t make fun of him. Zhey didn’t…treat him like a freak. Zhey treated
him like he belonged.” You sighed as Kurt told the story. He continued.
“Vhile
zhe little blue circus freak vas at zhe mansion, he met zhe most beautiful girl
he had ever seen. And vhile he vas somevhat embarrassed by his appearance, she
looked at him as zhough nozhing vas wrong vizh him. She made him feel…alive.
She had zhe stars in her eyes, and every time she looked at him, touched him,
he felt as zhough he might melt into a little blue puddle. And zhough he loved
her vizh all of his heart, she vould never know. He couldn’t vork up zhe
courage to tell her in a language she understood.” He paused. “The end,”
“That was a nice story,” you smiled softly. “But
I think it has a happy ending,”
“Vhat do you-”
“I love you too, Kurt.” You stroked his
cheek, tracing his scars gently. His amber eyes went wide.
“You speak German?” he asked, startled to say
the least.
“No, but Hank loaned me a translator,” You
pulled it out of your ear to show it to him.
“So you heard everyzhing?”
“I did,” you brushed tufts of blue and black
hair out of his face. You decided to be bold and go for it, leaning forward to
kiss his soft lips. His hands gingerly held your waist and he nervously kissed
you back. When you pulled apart, he looked at you nervously. You could feel him
shaking beneath you.
“You okay?” you checked. He nodded, gulping.
“Zhat vas my first kiss,” he confessed
nervously.
“Was it everything you imagined?” You asked.
“Better,” he replied, smiling. “C-could I…vould
you mind if I kissed you again?”
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