Title: Doubt
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,220
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Assumptions of infidelity, a bit of self-deprecation
Notes: Request from @multipotens for “idk if I already sent you this (if I did oops) but could you maybe write a Kurt X reader where he's jealous of warren cause the reader and him are best friends (both the badass leather jacket people at Xavier's) and when people hear that Kurt is crying in his room the reader comforts him and flufffff? ugh nervous and insecure Kurt is my life! thank you so so much I love ur account!!!!” // Thank you!!
When you know someone extremely well, it’s easy to tell when something is bothering them. They may never intentionally give any indication that something’s wrong, but nevertheless, you can still tell. And that was how you knew that something was up with Kurt.
Every time you were around your friends, he became more affectionate than usual. He had always been the type to stay close to you, maybe linking arms or holding your hand once in a while, but recently, it seemed that his actions were needier than before. Not that you minded, you loved when he was cuddly, but it was peculiar. It contrasted with the way he was becoming more silent during social gatherings, opting to trace patterns on your hand rather than be a part of the conversations. Yet every time you asked him what was wrong, he would kiss your temple and tell you that it was nothing at all.
You had been having a conversation with Warren about it when you became certain that it was, in fact, not ‘nothing.’
“I don’t know what his problem is – and he won’t tell me. He always tells me everything,” you explained, leaning on the pool table as you watched Warren line up a shot, lowering down so that he was eye-level with wooden rim as he adjusted the pool stick. You weren’t entirely sure he had even heard you, he looked so concentrated on the shot.
“Has anyone been fucking with him? Bullying him or something?” Warren inquired, right as the cue ball hit one of the striped ones with a loud clack. He straightened up, adjusting his jacket, then scoffed. “Never mind, I already know the answer to that: no, because if you were aware of it, you’d have kicked their asses already.”
You smiled softly, but didn’t bother attempting to deny his truth.
“Seriously, I don’t know what’s wrong with him, and it’s worrying the hell out of me.”
“Worrying the hell out of you might not be a bad thing – ‘cause, you know, he’s Catholic.”
“Now is not the time for terrible puns, Worthington.”
“Just trying to lighten the mood,” Warren defended, snickering a bit at his own joke. He set his pool stick back in its rack and came to lean next to you, careful to not allow his wings to touch any of the balls and alter the game. Then his demeanor changed to one of sincerity, and he slung an arm over your shoulders and leaned down towards you a bit. “Now, I’m gonna ask you a serious question, and I need a serious answer.”
“Okay.”
“Have you been giving him blue balls?”
For a very brief moment, you were about to tell him that no, lack of sex is not the issue – then you saw the grin threatening to appear on his lips, and realized the humor in his ‘serious question.’ You shoved him as hard as you could, and he immediately burst into a fit of laughter.
“Oh c’mon, that was fucking hilarious!”
The familiar bamf sound of Kurt’s mutation filled your ears, and you turned, only to find Jubilee staring at the vacant spot next to her, then you, with a concerned look on her face. She walked quickly over to you, and you felt knots form in your stomach.
“Was that Kurt?” you asked, and she nodded. “Where’d he go?”
“I don’t know, but he…. We were just having a conversation about the fact that he’s jealous of you spending so much time with Warren, then when we walked in here, he had his arm around you and was leaned down near your face, and Kurt… he just disappeared.”
A groan was the first thing to leave your mouth, and you ran a hand through your hair in exasperation. Warren looked dumbfounded.
“Fucking hell, he does know that neither of us would ever do anything like that, right?” he asked to no one in particular, then gaped at you. “For shit’s sake, doing anything to you would be like fucking my sibling or something. I thought he knew that.”
“I told Kurt that you love him way too much to even consider having feelings for Warren, but he’s convinced himself otherwise,” Jubilee explained, but you barely heard her. You were already heading towards the door.
“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you guys later.”
When you reached Kurt’s room, you were surprised to find that the door was locked. He had told you a few months ago that he’d always leave his door unlocked, so that you could come in whenever you wanted, and it hadn’t been locked since.
“Kurt? Honey, are you in there?” you asked softly, giving the door a few light taps. You waited a few moments, but there was no response. You were about to go look somewhere else, then you heard the faint click of the lock turning.
The room looked as it usually did: a poster from his days in the circus on the wall, a crucifix hanging next to it, a caricature drawing of himself that you got for him from the local fair (he had absolutely adored it), a stuffed toy blueberry laying on the bed, which Peter had gotten him that same day, a bible on his nightstand, and a framed photo of you two sitting beside it. The only differences were that the curtains were shut, compared to their usually open position, and an upset Kurt laid on the bed with his face in the pillow.
You shut and locked the door once more, then went to lay next to him on the bed, rubbing his back soothingly.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? And don’t you dare tell me ‘nothing’ this time,” you said, although your voice held no true malice. Kurt sniffled loudly, then abruptly moved to bury his face in your neck, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He was silent for a few moments, likely choosing his words carefully as he attempted to relax.
“You are vith him all of the time, and it makes me jealous, but I know zhat I shouldn’t be. But no matter how much I try to forget it, I can’t.”
“Why does it make you jealous? You know that I love you more than anything.”
“I know zhat you do, I just… he is far more attractive than me – more normal –”
“Stop right there,” you said sternly, and Kurt fell silent. “Okay, first of all, he has giant wings. He’s not normal – and he’s definitely not more attractive than you, either. You’re absolutely gorgeous – and I know you don’t believe me, but I’m going to remind you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Kurt sniffled and looked up at you hesitantly. You wiped the tears from his eyes with your thumbs, and kissed his forehead.
“I love you, Kurt. Please don’t ever forget that.”
“I von’t, and I love you, too,” Kurt replied, smiling brightly, then nuzzled into your neck again, his arms tightening around your waist once more.
The next day, Kurt found a jar on his nightstand. It held countless, folded up blue slips of paper, and each had one reason why you loved him. The smile it put on his face lasted for weeks, and he never again doubted your love for him.
thank you to @v-writings, my Kurt expert, for helping me a bit with some details for this ♥ // @emmcfrxst @brownvalerie @raypclmer @koricndr @harringtonmaximoff @alexsunmners @skywalkingdixon @xxlil-miss-tricksterxx
