ax_main | Kurt and Jeanne-Marie, backdated to the party

Kurt and JM dance--and get a little blasphemous.

Kurt’s first American and first school party was turning out to be awesome. He’d hung out with friends, danced, and even had few drinks. It was too bad he’d missed the last one, but this more than made up for it. It was exactly like something out of the movies and he was having a great time.

An unfamiliar, but catchy song finished playing and Kurt squeezed his way past some dancing students to step off the dance floor. He made his way over to the drink table, exchanging smiles and ‘hellos’ as he passed by people.

"Kurt!" Jeanne-Marie grabbed his arm and attached herself immediately. For once, she was without alcohol and toted a bottle of water. "I just had so much fun playing a drinking game with Tommy and Terry! I didn't even know that was a thing. Are you having fun?”

Kurt happily took Jeanne-Marie’s arm and grinned at her. “I am having a great time! Who could not with company such as this on a night like this?”

"Do you want to dance?" She smiled at him sweetly. "We should dance!”

“I would love to!” Kurt replied enthusiastically. “Please, fraulein, lead the way.”

"Have you had a drink yet?" She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the small dancing crowd. "Terry introduced me to Jameson and ginger. Apparently it's very popular in Ireland."

Kurt laughed and happily let Jeanne-Marie tug him around. "I have, but not a Jameson and ginger."

The song was a little bit slower, so she hooked an arm around his neck and swung them onto the floor. "I love it. Is the juice good? What do people in Germany drink?”

Kurt put his arms around Jeanne-Marie and swayed gently with her to the music. “Mostly beer. We have a whole festival for it. My mom always liked sweet wine spritzer.”

"I had beer once, with Tommy at Six Flags," she said thoughtfully. "It was nice, actually. I don't know about a whole festival full of it--but there are so many kinds there must be something good, yes? What do you like?”

“Beer. Obstwasser. There was a gin I got a small glass of on Berthold’s—he is our fire-eater—birthday and it was delicious.” Kurt paused to try to remember what other drinks he’d had in the past. Mostly, it had always been beer. “I tried brandy and it was okay, I guess. Not my favorite. The fruit drink here is different, but good. Not my favorite either.”

"I don't think it's that good either," Jeanne-Marie said. "I like the bite in the Jameson and ginger. Does gin really taste like pine needles? It was delicious?"

"It was! It was only a little pine-y. I had it mixed in something. Berthold said—” Kurt paused to recall just what exactly it was Berthold had said and then translate it into English. "Never drink cheap gin straight. In fact, never buy cheap gin."

Jeanne-Marie laughed long and loud. "That's good information! I'm learning so much at this school. Very little of it in class!”

Kurt grinned, silent laughter making his eyes gleam an even warmer gold. “I am proud to be the one to share such wise wisdom.”

"When I think of you, my darling Kurt, I always think of wisdom. That, and derring do." Jeanne-Marie giggled and swayed her hips, leaning into Kurt happily. And perhaps a little lopsidedly. "Tell me, wise one, how badly will my head hurt in the morning?"

Kurt let Jeanne-Marie lean against him, their slow-dancing now more swaying in place. "Ach," he said with a sigh, "I am afraid that is a mystery none of us have the answer too. All you can do is drink water, take aspirin, and pray for the best."

She giggled some more. "Do you think my prayers will be answered if I can't make it to mass? Maybe the headache will be penance!”

Kurt laughed. “God is forgiving. I think he would see the headache as more than penance enough.”

"I'll go to confession..." She smirked slightly. "But next week, I think. Actually I can't remember the last time I went. I should go more regularly.”

“I will let you in on a little secret,” Kurt said, tilting his head in like he was sharing a secret. “I do not go as often as I should either.”

"It's so awful." She groaned and then laughed. "Oh no, I'll have to do ten more Hail Marys just for admitting it, but it's true! Telling all that to some man you can't even see!”

Kurt laughed too. “And they say they are not judging you, but you can tell they are totally judging you. It is like, excuse me, Father, but you cannot tell me you have never in your life uttered a swear.”

She giggled. "Or had any wicked thoughts! What else do they have to do all day?”

Kurt laughed long and loud. “You make an excellent point, fräulein,” he said as he wiped tears from his eyes, “and I wish I could see the Father’s face if you said that too him.”

"We could have Tessa install cameras!" Jeanne-Marie giggled. "No, no, too far..." But she couldn't stop laughing.

Kurt was laughing too. “No! This is genius! And then, when he says ‘That will be two Hail Mary’s and five Our Father’s’, we will say, ‘But what about you, Father!’ und dramatically reveal the footage we have!”

Jeanne-Marie could hardly speak or dance, she was laughing so hard. She just clung to Kurt and let him move as he would, fingers finding the hair at the back of his neck and toying with it. He had such nice, silky hair and fur. "We--we have to do it now!”

“Wait. You were not serious? I was going to go text Tessa right now,” Kurt joked if only to keep Jeanne-Marie laughing like that. She was always beautiful, but especially so when she was happy and smiling like this.

"Ah!" That was it for words. Jeanne-Marie just laughed as hard as she ever had and clung to him, swaying gently with the music.