Kurt and Scott, Backdated to 12/8/12
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om_mainKurt and Scott bond - well, insomuch as Scott ever does - over history.
The show was called "World War II from Space". How could Scott keep from watching it, really? World War II? Space?
Okay, maybe he was kind of a nerd, but who the fuck cared? Just the name was so great that it was worth watching, despite the fact it was on the History Channel, which he hadn't watched since the great Desert-Storm-special-fiasco.
Kurt was on his way to the kitchen when he heard sounds coming from the living room. Curious, he changed course and headed towards the room. He poked his head in, gaze moving from the back of whoever’s head was watching the television to the television itself. It was a history program. ...Were they talking about World War II and outer space?
Coming into the room, Kurt sat down on the couch next to who he now recognized as Scott, a boy he shared a few classes with. “Well, they get points for originality,” he said, glancing over at him with a smile. “How is it so far?”
Scott glanced over briefly - the blue, German kid, Kurt - before turning his gaze back to the screen. "The history is suspect, the graphics are good. They're overlaying the aerial plans for the Battle of Britain over satellite images taken since, right now."
“Huh.” Kurt drew his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees, watching the television with interest. “Technology is impressive. Shame about the suspect history though.” He was all for historical fiction, but this was something else entirely. “I have not seen many history programs. I read books mostly.” Not by choice, growing up without cable had that result, but he didn’t mind so much.
"Me too," Scott agreed absently. They hadn't had TV at Essex. Jack had had it, but it rarely seemed to be tuned to anything other than complete crap. Well, crap or porn that was likely illegal. So instead he'd made use of the public library and the books it contained. "And they tend to be far less suspect that the History Channel, at any rate."
He glanced over at the other boy. "What kind of history do you like?"
"All kinds," said Kurt. He shifted in his seat a little so that he half-faced the television and half-faced Scott. "I like pirates. Greek and Roman... Medieval. The Renaissance. I like cultural and social history a lot. I find religious history fascinating." He smiled and shrugged as if to acknowledge his answer was a broad one. "I just like history in general. It tells us where we came from, where we may be going..." Another shrug and smile. “I like that.”
"What about you?"
Scott shrugged. "Military history. Greek and Roman history. But if it's history, I'll read it. Not that picky."
Chuckling, Kurt noted, “You certainly will not want for something to read then,” and then looked back at the television. “Are you from around here?” he asked conversationally, his attention barely even half on the show. “I bet there are a lot of places of historical significance near the school that you could go see.” That hadn’t even occurred to him until now. He’d never been able to visit historical sights before. He’d have to keep it in mind for the future; it could potentially be a lot of fun. At the very least, it would be one more new thing for him to experience.
"Are there?" Scott asked, his attention piqued. He focused more fully on the other boy; he'd much rather go see stuff in person than just read about it, and he hadn't really thought of Westchester as having more than rich people. "I'm from nowhere near here, so that would be pretty cool."
Kurt nodded, “There must be, ja? Maybe there is something online about it?” His United States history lessons were somewhat distant memories, but he thought New York was supposed to have a lot of history. He had to look this up now; he was really curious about whether or not there was anything around.
"We should check," Scott suggested. "Or ask one of the teachers."
“Ja,,” Kurt agreed. If anyone had to know, it would be them. He glanced at the television, but he’d stopped following the show long ago and had now lost track of what they were talking about. “Do you know of anyone else who would like to go? We could maybe arrange group trips or something.”
"I'm not sure," Scott admitted. He thought for a moment, trying to piece together who might be remotely interested in something quite so dorky. "Arthur, maybe. Maybe that new-ish guy, Coulson. Lydia, maybe. Jeanne-Marie would probably offer to go, though not exactly sure how much she'd actually like...whatever it was we'd found."
Nodding in agreement, Kurt added, “Blaine would probably like to go.” He knew he liked history and he was always up for trying something new. “Maybe we could just put a general post up and invite the whole school? Anyone who wants to go could come.” This would be a lot of fun! It’d be nice to have a sort of school outing and get to know one another outside the confines of the school.
"If I am the invite-er, I doubt we'll have many RSVPs," Scott pointed out, smirking.
Kurt looked a little disapproving, “You should give yourself more credit, mein Freund.” Scott was a nice guy and he didn’t think anyone in the school was so universally disliked that they’d turn people away from a field trip. “I would come. Other people would too.”
"Well, I guess we'll see," Scott said, shrugging. It wasn't worth arguing about, and he wasn't a huge fan of wasting time or words if it would be pointless. "But we should do it."
“Then we will,” said Kurt with a smile. “We will both do some research, maybe talk to the Headmasters about it, and then we will make plans.” It shouldn’t be too hard, he thought. The Sunday Church group had come together relatively easily and it seemed that the other outings people planned did as well.
Scott didn't figure getting the headmasters' permission would be all that hard. It was educational, wasn't it, and this was a school. The bigger issue was just going to be the research part and maybe the logistics. "Can you drive?"
“Legally? Nein. I know how, but I do not have a license.” Kurt’s smile was amused. “Technically not existing, as far as any government knows anyway, because your mother found you, blue fur and all, by the side of the road and you have spent your life in relative hiding does that. Blaine can drive though. I could ask him if he would not mind driving. Or maybe the headmasters would organize a bus if we asked?”
Well...that had been a heaping of personal shit that Scott hadn't been expected. And it made Kurt even more perplexing, since Scott couldn't imagine being able to say that with that particular smile on his face. Whatever. Moving on.
"I can drive," he said, "but if you get all the people you're talking about, we won't exactly all fit. A bus is a better bet, but a big one would require a different license."
“We will figure it out,” said Kurt, shrugging, unconcerned. If they couldn’t drive the bus, maybe they could get a chaperone who could, or maybe they could take more than one car. “I think I am going to talk to Blaine about it now and see if he is interested. Talk to you later?”
Scott shrugged slightly. "Sure." He knew who Blaine was, but had never talked to the kid. Great, now they were signing up to be geeks together.
At least Kurt would be there to talk and...well, yeah, that was Scott suspected he was going to need the most help. He still couldn't figure the pleasant boy out, but he was at least pleasant, right?
Kurt grinned at the agreement and then gave a wave, “See you.” He teleported for outside Blaine’s room, disappearing with his distinctive swirl of smoke and bamf sound.
Hellfire and brimstone. Weird. Maybe Lil was right. Maybe Xavier's was hell.
The show was called "World War II from Space". How could Scott keep from watching it, really? World War II? Space?
Okay, maybe he was kind of a nerd, but who the fuck cared? Just the name was so great that it was worth watching, despite the fact it was on the History Channel, which he hadn't watched since the great Desert-Storm-special-fiasco.
Kurt was on his way to the kitchen when he heard sounds coming from the living room. Curious, he changed course and headed towards the room. He poked his head in, gaze moving from the back of whoever’s head was watching the television to the television itself. It was a history program. ...Were they talking about World War II and outer space?
Coming into the room, Kurt sat down on the couch next to who he now recognized as Scott, a boy he shared a few classes with. “Well, they get points for originality,” he said, glancing over at him with a smile. “How is it so far?”
Scott glanced over briefly - the blue, German kid, Kurt - before turning his gaze back to the screen. "The history is suspect, the graphics are good. They're overlaying the aerial plans for the Battle of Britain over satellite images taken since, right now."
“Huh.” Kurt drew his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees, watching the television with interest. “Technology is impressive. Shame about the suspect history though.” He was all for historical fiction, but this was something else entirely. “I have not seen many history programs. I read books mostly.” Not by choice, growing up without cable had that result, but he didn’t mind so much.
"Me too," Scott agreed absently. They hadn't had TV at Essex. Jack had had it, but it rarely seemed to be tuned to anything other than complete crap. Well, crap or porn that was likely illegal. So instead he'd made use of the public library and the books it contained. "And they tend to be far less suspect that the History Channel, at any rate."
He glanced over at the other boy. "What kind of history do you like?"
"All kinds," said Kurt. He shifted in his seat a little so that he half-faced the television and half-faced Scott. "I like pirates. Greek and Roman... Medieval. The Renaissance. I like cultural and social history a lot. I find religious history fascinating." He smiled and shrugged as if to acknowledge his answer was a broad one. "I just like history in general. It tells us where we came from, where we may be going..." Another shrug and smile. “I like that.”
"What about you?"
Scott shrugged. "Military history. Greek and Roman history. But if it's history, I'll read it. Not that picky."
Chuckling, Kurt noted, “You certainly will not want for something to read then,” and then looked back at the television. “Are you from around here?” he asked conversationally, his attention barely even half on the show. “I bet there are a lot of places of historical significance near the school that you could go see.” That hadn’t even occurred to him until now. He’d never been able to visit historical sights before. He’d have to keep it in mind for the future; it could potentially be a lot of fun. At the very least, it would be one more new thing for him to experience.
"Are there?" Scott asked, his attention piqued. He focused more fully on the other boy; he'd much rather go see stuff in person than just read about it, and he hadn't really thought of Westchester as having more than rich people. "I'm from nowhere near here, so that would be pretty cool."
Kurt nodded, “There must be, ja? Maybe there is something online about it?” His United States history lessons were somewhat distant memories, but he thought New York was supposed to have a lot of history. He had to look this up now; he was really curious about whether or not there was anything around.
"We should check," Scott suggested. "Or ask one of the teachers."
“Ja,,” Kurt agreed. If anyone had to know, it would be them. He glanced at the television, but he’d stopped following the show long ago and had now lost track of what they were talking about. “Do you know of anyone else who would like to go? We could maybe arrange group trips or something.”
"I'm not sure," Scott admitted. He thought for a moment, trying to piece together who might be remotely interested in something quite so dorky. "Arthur, maybe. Maybe that new-ish guy, Coulson. Lydia, maybe. Jeanne-Marie would probably offer to go, though not exactly sure how much she'd actually like...whatever it was we'd found."
Nodding in agreement, Kurt added, “Blaine would probably like to go.” He knew he liked history and he was always up for trying something new. “Maybe we could just put a general post up and invite the whole school? Anyone who wants to go could come.” This would be a lot of fun! It’d be nice to have a sort of school outing and get to know one another outside the confines of the school.
"If I am the invite-er, I doubt we'll have many RSVPs," Scott pointed out, smirking.
Kurt looked a little disapproving, “You should give yourself more credit, mein Freund.” Scott was a nice guy and he didn’t think anyone in the school was so universally disliked that they’d turn people away from a field trip. “I would come. Other people would too.”
"Well, I guess we'll see," Scott said, shrugging. It wasn't worth arguing about, and he wasn't a huge fan of wasting time or words if it would be pointless. "But we should do it."
“Then we will,” said Kurt with a smile. “We will both do some research, maybe talk to the Headmasters about it, and then we will make plans.” It shouldn’t be too hard, he thought. The Sunday Church group had come together relatively easily and it seemed that the other outings people planned did as well.
Scott didn't figure getting the headmasters' permission would be all that hard. It was educational, wasn't it, and this was a school. The bigger issue was just going to be the research part and maybe the logistics. "Can you drive?"
“Legally? Nein. I know how, but I do not have a license.” Kurt’s smile was amused. “Technically not existing, as far as any government knows anyway, because your mother found you, blue fur and all, by the side of the road and you have spent your life in relative hiding does that. Blaine can drive though. I could ask him if he would not mind driving. Or maybe the headmasters would organize a bus if we asked?”
Well...that had been a heaping of personal shit that Scott hadn't been expected. And it made Kurt even more perplexing, since Scott couldn't imagine being able to say that with that particular smile on his face. Whatever. Moving on.
"I can drive," he said, "but if you get all the people you're talking about, we won't exactly all fit. A bus is a better bet, but a big one would require a different license."
“We will figure it out,” said Kurt, shrugging, unconcerned. If they couldn’t drive the bus, maybe they could get a chaperone who could, or maybe they could take more than one car. “I think I am going to talk to Blaine about it now and see if he is interested. Talk to you later?”
Scott shrugged slightly. "Sure." He knew who Blaine was, but had never talked to the kid. Great, now they were signing up to be geeks together.
At least Kurt would be there to talk and...well, yeah, that was Scott suspected he was going to need the most help. He still couldn't figure the pleasant boy out, but he was at least pleasant, right?
Kurt grinned at the agreement and then gave a wave, “See you.” He teleported for outside Blaine’s room, disappearing with his distinctive swirl of smoke and bamf sound.
Hellfire and brimstone. Weird. Maybe Lil was right. Maybe Xavier's was hell.
