After watching the X-men movies with my sister, my love for the show I watched as a child, X-men Evolution, was rekindled as had my love for the Kurtty pairing. After reading a few other fanfictions, I decided it was high-time I wrote one too.

This is rated for teenage, male hormones and boyish attitude.

Glasses clinked against each other as the boys in residence of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters laughed and cheered, toasting one another 'round the kitchen table during one of their rare "guy nights". The girls had decided to spend the night bonding by indulging in chocolate and a chick-flick at the cinema, leaving the guys to bask in their over-abundant testosterone. The adults retreated to a different room, not keen on partaking in the teenage shenanigans.

Another round of laughter and clinking erupted as Evan finished his story. Supposedly he had skateboarded through a ring of fire, nailed the delinquent hoodlum that had turned pyromaniac with a sturdy punch and had doused the blaze all single-handedly. There was chuckling, statements of doubt and a few slaps on the back as the young men continued their bravery contest.

Scott grinned, shaking his head. "I can do you one better. A few months ago I was out doing recon when from nowhere I get tackled by a guard. My visor flew off my face and I had to fight the guy with my eyes closed."

There were a few impressed nods, grunts of approval and an affectionate noogie.

"You think that's tough?" Bobby asked haughtily, his chin jutting out arrogantly as he began his round of boasting. "One time I was surrounded by a gang of thirty armed, downtown thugs. I had no weapons. Fought 'em all by myself."

More cynical brush-offs and laughs mingled with some "psh!"s and "yeah right"s.

Kurt looked the ice man dead in the eye. "Dat's pretty brave of you, Bobby."

Bobby reclined in his chair, beaming with pride and self-worth as his ego was stroked. "I know."

Kurt smirked as he took a swig of the rootbeer in his hand. "If it's true."

Bobby recoiled and his face contorted into an expression of indignation. "Of course it's true! I'm the bravest out of everyone!"

The guys exchanged amused glances.

"Sure you are," Kurt said sarcastically, earning a number of bemused chuckles from his peers.

"Braver than you at least!" Bobby exclaimed, rising from his chair in a dramatic outburst not unheard of from an embarrassed adolescent. "What have you done?"

The room went silent as eyes turned to Kurt. The German seemed flustered as he avoided eye-contact, floundering for an answer as his face turned purple from the blood rushing to his face.

Bobby smiled triumphantly. "Ha! He's got nothing! And he's getting angry 'cause I called him out. See? Look at the colour on his face! He's boiling with irritation."

"I don't think it's irritation he's boiling with," Jamie said, leaning toward Kurt to get a proper look at his face. "I think he's blushing."

"Blushing?" Bobby asked incredulously, creeping closer to Nightcrawler to examine his rosiness. The dodgyness of the eyes, the upturned eyebrows, the tightly-pressed lips pulled back into a sheepish frown -all classic signs of an embarrassed blush. More specifically, the girl-inducing embarrassed blush.

Scott smiled. "It's got to be about Kitty."

"Vhat?" Kurt jolted, his denial instincts kicking in.

"He's totally right!" Sam laughed. "Whatever brave thing you did involves Shadowcat!"

Kurt opened his mouth to contradict the statement, but he knew there was no use. He simply ducked his head as his face got hotter.

"Dude!" Evan exclaimed, nudging Kurt brutally with his elbow with over-enthusiastic excitement. "You have to spill the beans!"

"I-I…," Kurt stuttered. He felt like he was in an oven.

"Common, man!"

"Tell us!"

"Spill it!"

"Come on, Kurt!"

"Spill it already!"

Finally Kurt snapped as he gave into the peer pressure. "Alright! Sometimes, vhen Keetty's in the shower, I vatch, okay?"

A pin could have been heard hitting the floor in the silence of the kitchen. Jaws were slack.

"Dude," Evan said, flabbergasted, yet obviously impressed.

"Are you serious?" Scott asked.

"Ja."

Bobby folded his arms. "I don't believe you. There's no way you would have the guts."

"But I do!" Kurt protested, his cheeks still aflame.

"Prove it!" Bobby countered. "Describe it."

Kurt could feel the intense gazes of his teammates as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Vell, her shower is ze shape of a baseball diamond: round vith a point so it can fit in ze corner. The class is frosted to obscure ze view, but ze light provides ze perfect silhouette." His eyes closed as he recalled the fond memory, "Ze most radiant shade of peach and gracious curves… Ze basroom is big enough zat I can port in without her noticing. I can't be heard because she likes to play music. She sings too, but ze stereo is loud enough to drown out the off-key notes. Und she dances …. Vhile she shampoos. She moves her hips as her hands move in this hypnotizing way like she's tempting me… oh god! Vat am I saying? Describing my best friend like zat, I'm despicable!" Kurt buried his face in his hands.

The guys looked at each other, conveying the silent agreement within a millisecond. Kurt had it bad for Kitty and it was their job as his friends to help him. He had the raw emotions, but he, ironically, wasn't brave enough. He needed a push.

Eyes fell on Bobby. He was the perfect candidate to spark a match, even if his power was over ice. The boy nodded in understanding before sidling up to Nightcrawler. "Kurt, you have to get us in on this!"

The German snapped his head up to stare at Bobby incredulously. "Vhat?"

"Take us in to watch. We wanna see too!"

"You can't be serious!" Kurt said, clearly appalled.

"What's the problem? You were doing it," Bobby said pointedly.

"Zat's because… I…I blend into ze towels. My blue fur matches ze colour of her towels. Besides, zhere is no room for anozer."

"Okay then, snap us a picture."

"Nein! It's for my eyes only!"

"Whoa, man, do you even hear yourself? You're talking about Kitty like she belongs to you."

"So? I'm her best friend."

"Best friends don't peep on each other while showering."

"I'm a man! Sue me!"

"We're all men. And Kitty's our friend too. So why do you get to be the only one who can watch her shower?"

"Because!"

"Because why? Kitty isn't yours. You can't control what happens around her. What if we wanted to watch? You don't have the right to stop us. You're on the same level as us."

Kurt stood up, growling at Bobby as his temper rose. "Zat's not true!"

Bobby flinched slightly at the hostile tone rising in Kurt, but he didn't back down. He was making progress. "You're her friend, same as us. We all have equal rights. The only way to have the authority to make someone back off a girl is for that someone to be the girl's boyfriend. But you're not her boyfriend, are you?"

Kurt's shoulders slumped. "No, I'm not."

"That's right. Because Kitty's single. But I wonder what would happen if one of us, say me for example, were to ask her out. Than I would have authority over you in her regards. I could make you back down."

A low growl rumbled from Kurt's throat as he got dangerously close to Bobby, snarling. "You wouldn't dare."

Bobby swallowed nervously, mustering up all his courage to retort with an even, unafraid voice as he held the murderous yellow glare in front of him. "Make me."

Kurt flashed his fangs as he roared in Bobby's face. Iceman thought maybe he had gone too far, that Kurt had snapped and that maybe he would kill him, but with a sulfurous cloud of smoke and a bamf, Kurt was gone. Bobby's knees gave out and he sunk to the ground. Scott and Evan came to kneel beside him, ready to give him support.

Sam whistled. "That was intense."

Bobby moaned. "Tell me about it."

"Bravery contest over," Evan said. "Bobby wins."

"Maybe," Bobby said as he shakily got to his feet. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, letting it out. "But maybe we'll have to wait until the day is over."

Tada! That came out a little more intense than I had anticipated. And plenty more pervy…

Anyway, next half is what happens after Kurt bamfed. Kurtty shall insue. 3

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