Sweet Charade

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Hold on dreamaway
You're my sweet charade

Hold on dreamaway
You're my sweet charade
-Goo Goo Dolls

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Kitty woke up from an uneasy sleep and stumbled into the bathroom before taking a shower. After she got out she looked at her reflection in surprise. Pete had been right, the bruise and swelling were both gone. The sun was just starting to come up as she walked downstairs. Remy was sitting up drinking a cup of coffee. "What're y' doing up, p'tite?"

"Trouble sleeping," Kitty shrugged. She sat down next to him and took his cap taking a sip of it.

"Dat ain't gonna help."

"Not really worried about it."

"D'accord."

"What are you doing up?"

"I haven't been to bed," Remy said with a grin.

"I'd ask what you were doing but I probably don't want to know."

"You said it," Remy smirked. "So, are you gonna tell Remy what happened?"

"Wrong? There's nothing wrong."

"Y'r talkin' to the wrong homme if you want to someone to believe dat. Y' are a terrible liar, chat, always have been. Besides, Remy knows you too well."

"Things are just really weird right now."

"Tell Remy, maybe he can help."

"I-it's a long story."

"Chat." She looked at him. As usual Remy was calm, not pushing her to tell him, or angry that she wasn't.

"If I do tell you, you have to swear three things to me."

"Quoi?"

"One: you never tell anyone else."

"Goes without saying," Remy shrugged.

"Two: you listen without interrupting."

Remy arched his eyebrows. "… Okay."

"Three: you don't go after him."

The Cajun's face immediately darkened. He knew he didn't like that little ass. "What did he do?"

"Remy?"

"D'accord, Ah agree, he'll stay in one piece."

"Okay." She took a deep breath and told him everything except the part about Pete.

"What happened to the bruise?"

"That I can't tell you."

"Uh-huh. Ah'm proud of ya, chat. Y' handled it pretty well." Kitty felt a little guilty knowing that she had help, but she figured that Pete wouldn't want everyone to know.

"I didn't! I was going to take him back, Rem. I was just going to, like, forget what he did."

"Mais, y' didn't."

"Just because Pete found me."

"Wisdom?" Remy hadn't pegged the Brit as someone who'd stop to help someone that he not only didn't really know but also seemed to dislike.

"Damn it, I totally didn't want to tell you that."

"Porquoi?"

"Because I don't know if Pete would want anyone else to know that he did have a heart."

"Don't worry, Remy ain't gonna tell anyone."

Kitty sighed dropping her head onto her hands. "I have the worst taste in men."

"Don't talk like that."

"I do! Name one guy that I've dated that didn't turn out to be a complete jerk."

Remy couldn't so he settled for hugging her. "It's okay, Kit. So you've dated two guys who were jerks. That's only two guys."

"Will you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"I know this is asking a lot, and I'll totally understand if you say no, but until Rigby stops being such an ass-"

Remy gasped putting his hand to his chest as though surprised. "Did you just curse?"

"Will you pose as my boyfriend?"

"Pardon?"

"The way I figure it, Rigby is terrified of you." Remy smirked at that. He had intimidated the little punk a couple times. "If he thinks we're dating he might lay off faster."

"Why not?" Remy shrugged. "If it'll help y' Remy is happy to oblige. What do we tell the others?"

"With how the rumor mill is around here we'd better tell them that we're dating too."

Remy nodded. "True. Dat ain't gonna make de Wolverine too happy though."

"Mr. Logan will be fine. He likes you."

"Oui, we be amis, but dat was before Remy was messin' around with his l'il pumpkin."

Kitty's eyes widened and she blushed. "How did you know that he calls me that?"

"I heard him once," Remy shrugged. "So what's the story?"

"Rigby's an ass, you comforted me and we decided to start dating."

"Ooh, I like it," Remy nodded. "Remy be de knight in shining armor sweeping de beautiful maiden off her feet."

Kitty laughed. "Sometimes, you worry me."

"Remy's just happy to see y' smilin'."

The others weren't all that surprised. They had seen how close that the two had gotten. Kitty was a bit surprised at how unhappy the news had made Rogue. It was the goth's boyfriend though, who figured things out. Kitty was sitting out on the porch getting some fresh air when Pete approached, smoking and completely destroying her chance for peace. "Hi," she said.

"Hey." He took a deep drag off his cigarette. "So how long are ya goin' to pull this farce off?"

"Huh?"

"You and the Cajun aren't a couple. Come on, Pryde, I have eyes."

"How could you tell?"

"No touching, the way you look at eachother. How tense you were when you announced that you two were dating."

"What were you before you came here?" there was surprise, and a grudging respect in her voice.

"I told ya, Pryde, I can't tell anyone that."

"Did you tell Rogue? I mean, about me?"

"…No."

"Why not?" Kitty asked.

"It ain't me secret to tell. I just wanted to warn you that you might want to change the way you two are interacting."

Inside

"I neva thought that you'd fall for the sweet and innocent type," Rogue commented breezily.

"A lot happened while you were gone," Remy shrugged.

"Ah know… Ah just never expected mah best friend to hook up with mah-"

Remy tensed turned to look at her intently. "Y'r what?"

"Ah- nothin'. Ah have to go." Rogue rushed away. Remy watched her go feeling a curious twisting sensation in his chest. Rogue practically ran up to her room. Kitty knew that she still had feelings for Remy. Why would her best friend do this?

She shook her head. She was over him. Besides, she had Pete now. Kitty could marry Remy for all she cared. And… maybe if she kept repeating those thoughts she'd start believing them.

Later that night

The new couple were coerced into a triple date with Kurt, Amanda, Rogue, and Pete. The six went to a movie then to a diner. Kurt and Amanda appeared to be the only happy couple. Remy ad Rogue were pointedly ignoring each other. Kitty was nervously picking at her food, eating very little of it. Pete was watching all of this wondering what the hell was going on. Being Pete, of course, he said exactly what was on his mind. "What the bloody hell is going on?"

Rogue looked at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"Quoi?" Remy asked coolly.

"Huh?" Kitty asked blinking confusedly.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you lot? I know the movie was bad but it wasn't that bad."

"The movie was good!" Kitty protested.

"You have no taste," Pete said rolling his eyes.

"I liked it," Amanda said.

"Thank you," Kitty said.

"It was the most vapid thing I've seen in months, an' that's sayin' something," Pete said. Kitty and Pete launching into a heated argument about the movie. The others watched them. Amanda wondered why the four weren't with the person they obviously belonged with.

"Kitty!" a man called. Kitty froze and all eyes turned to the entrance of the restaurant. Rigby was standing there with a couple people. "Kitty, I was hoping I'd see you."

"Hello, Rigby," Kitty said her tone distant.

"Chat, y' ready to get out of here?" Remy purred running his hand down her arm.

"Sure," Kitty said turning to Remy with a smile.

"Are you fucking serious?" Rigby demanded. "I knew it! I knew you left me for this asshole."

"Dat hurts, homme," Remy pouted.

"I didn't leave you for Remy," Kitty said patiently, "I've just moved on. You should do the same."

"I don't believe it," Rigby said.

"I don't care," Kitty said.

"I don't believe that you two are together," Rigby said decisively.

"Oh?" Remy said with a cold smile. He stood and tugged Kitty into his arms kissing her. Kitty squeaked in surprise before wrapping her arms around his neck. Remy could definitely kiss. His lips ghosted over hers slowly demanding a response. Kitty couldn't help but wish that those lips belonged to a certain Brit.

"Y'all can stop now, he left," Rogue said. Remy broke the kiss.

"I guess we, like, convinced him," Kitty said sitting down heavily.