Cammie & Kurt: Birthday Movie Time

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Kurt comes to visit in celebration of Cammie's day of spawning.

Cammie, in general, wasn't a fan of her birthday. This one wasn't any exception, really. She sat in her apartment, Saturdays weren't a work day in general and right now she was killing this one with spoiled food and her own private marathon of Dexter. There was something about shows about serial killers she always liked. Knowing the day though, she didn't really expect the solitude to last.

As was his habit by now, Kurt appeared directly in her living room, though not between her and the TV on pain of being pelted with her dinner. "Happy birthday, little sister."

"Hey, Kurt. Get me that stripper on a motorcycle this year?" Cammie asked, popping something best left unknown into her mouth, "He better be outside or I'm going to cry."

"I think it would take more than that to make you cry", he said affectionately. "And I have arranged something almost as good."

"Oh, but I'm just full of tears," Cammie said, the sarcasm overly apparent, "I really wanted that stripper too. Sigh. Anyway," she pushed herself up off the couch, "what the fuck did you get me?"

With a flourish, Kurt produced from the bag by his side a DVD box set. "Some of Russ Meyer's lesser-known works, I thought you might appreciate them. I also have a number of bad monster movies."

Cammie gasped in an overly theateric way as Dexter went about tormenting a killer on screen, "Why, you DO love me. I'll add it to the pile. I've declared it 'fuck the world, I'm watching movies' day."

"I did think about taking you to dinner", he said dryly, "but I know how you feel about fancy restaurants and your preference for your own food. So perhaps I could just stay and watch movies with you?"

"Yeah, sure. We can invite your trophy girlfriend too and I can see if I can make her vomit pure sugar," Cammie said, clearing off a spot on the couch.

"She is not a trophy girlfriend", Kurt told her patiently as he sat down, curling into the small space more easily than he had any right to. "Do I seem the type for that?"

"I dunno," Cammie said, "I don't live in your head." she said with a shrug, "Maybe your her trophy boyfriend for all I fucking know. Don't get me wrong, I don't care either way. She hurts you; I punch her."

"Thank you", he said sincerely, taking that in the spirit it was meant. "We do have a understanding, though, that she will not do so on purpose."

"Yeah, then she best understand intent isn't fucking magic," Cammie returned, "So same statement, she hurts you I punch her. I punch hard."

"Yes, so I recall and I suspect you even pulled it that time." He nodded. "If it should happen, just please do not kill her. You know I am more forgiving than that."

"I know because religion and crap. And because you're a decent guy," Cammie said, actually meaning the last. There werent, in her world, many decent people.

Kurt glanced at her and smiled slightly. "I do my best. I tend to believe forgiveness is not something you earn, it is something you need. Or not."

"Explains why you bother putting up with me, anyway," Cammie returned.

"That and I see things in you that I think you do not. And perhaps I like to take in strays, once in a while."

"You're lucky I didn't have fleas. You'd never be able to get rid of the little fuckers," Cammie joked.

Kurt snorted. "I do not think any parasite would last long around you, hm? Mosquitos must hate you."

"I woke up in a dead pile of them once. That was pretty interesting," Cammie said, popping some unnable snack into her mouth, "They bite once and never bother me again."

"You would think something about your smell would warn them off", he said, intrigued. "Most animals know to avoid poison, if they can smell it. But perhaps they have just never encountered anything like you."

"I don't know that they actually bit me. I think I must've just been bleeding or something," Cammie said with a shrug, "Lots of fights, ya know?"

"Oh yes." Kurt smiled slightly. "I hear you have been corrupting Tabitha."

Cammie held up her hands defensively, "Hey, that is totally fucking not true. She's already evil; I just am that good at bringing it out."

He couldn't help laughing at that. "It may not be altogether a bad thing. Everyone needs a way to blow off steam."

"See? It's my good dead for the decade," Cammie returned, "Oh yeah, your beer is in the fridge if you want one."

"I never turn down good beer." A few moments later, after retrieving one, he returned and dropped comfortably back on to the couch. "So, one of the movies or are we going to keep watching - " a glance at the TV - "Dexter?"

"Yeah, want to finish this season. Unless you feel strongley about a killer who kills killers and looks good doing it. God, he's hot," Cammie muttered, taking another bite of her mystery snack.

"Dexter it is", he said easily. "I might have stronger feelings if he was real, but fiction is fiction."

"Yeah, murder isn't such a great solution in real life," Cammie noted, "Most of the time, anyway."