Everyone's based on the X-men movies, I hope you all like it. It's done, but it might take me a while to get the whole story uploaded, so please be patient. Um, this is slash, and I've pulled in characters from the comics and tweaked ages and back-stories. Seasons don't really hold much sway in this one, so you've been warned. No beta, but I re-read it about 5 times so I think I caught most of the mistakes. Enjoy!

I do not own any of the X-men, nor do I profit from this work of fan fiction.

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Kurt found the house one morning during his wanderings deep in the woods. It was a huge old Victorian, obviously abandoned but still in good shape. It even had all of its windows. He debated going in for a moment, then shrugged and made his way to the front door. He turned the knob and the door swung open silently, revealing an empty room. Walking in, his eyes were immediately drawn to a huge bay window on the landing of the stairs. It had a built-in bench seat big enough for 3 people to sit side by side. He teleported up to it and sat down on the bench, taking in the view of nothing but trees for miles.

It became Kurt's habit to visit the house for his morning meditation. He would teleport directly to the window where he had left a large floor pillow and settle in for an hour or two. He felt like the house was his haven from the chaos of the rest of his daily life. Then the X-men were sent on a mission to shut down Magneto's evil plot in Africa. What was supposed to take 2 days took 10, and by the time they returned everyone was physically and emotionally exhausted. Kurt took a quick shower before deciding to go to the house and try to clear his mind a little.

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Logan was sitting in the bay window he had finished not long ago, smoking a cigar and thinking of nothing in particular. Held between his forefinger and thumb was a blue hair, Kurt's. He knew the blue mutant had been frequenting the house, his scent was all over the fluffy orange floor pillow that had mysteriously appeared one day. He really didn't care, Kurt appeared to only sit in the window and touched nothing. Logan tilted his head back against the wall, closed his eyes and blew out smoke. That mission had been hell. It was good to be back in what he was beginning to think of as his house. Suddenly there was a displacement of air, and there in his lap was Kurt, as though his earlier thoughts had summoned him. They looked at each other for a moment, both too startled to move, then Logan spoke;
"Kid."
"Yes?"
"I like ya and everything, but get off me."
"Apologies, Herr Logan." Kurt teleported a few feet away from the older man, looking nervous. "I did not realize zat anyone vould be here, I thought zis house vas abandoned, so I-"
It's ok, kid. Anytime you've been here the house has been empty, so obviously you'd think no one ever came here. Have a seat." Logan pulled his legs up to make room for Kurt on the other side of the bench. Kurt sat down and mirrored Logan's position, back against the wall, facing the middle of the bench seat.

"Is zis your house?"

"You could say that." They sat in silence for a minute before Logan continued. "You may not know this, but the professor owns all this land, and a lot more. His folks were believers in privacy, and had the cash to back it up. This was originally intended to be a guest house, but it was rarely used, so they emptied it out and forgot about it. I found it probably the same way you did, and Charles said I could make any upgrades to it I wanted. This window is the first thing I did."

"It is beautiful."

"Yeah, I figured it'd be a good place to sit and smoke and have a beer or two. Of course, it would help if I had some beer." Kurt grinned mischievously and stood up.

"I can help vith zhat." He teleported away, and before Logan could say 'fluffy orange pillow' he was back with 2 six packs of beer. "I know vhere Scott keeps his stash." He handed Logan one of them, and settled back into his former spot. Logan grinned as he popped open a can. The only thing better than free beer, was free beer stolen from Scott. They drank in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts, when Logan decided to ask Kurt about something that everyone had been wondering.

"Hey Kurt."

Yes, Herr Logan?"

"Just Logan."

"Sorry, He- Logan."

"You and Kitty spend a lot of time together."

"Yes?" Kurt wasn't sure where this was going.

"So are you two an item?" Kurt looked at Logan uncomprehendingly for a minute. Then he realized what Logan was asking.

"No, ve are not."

"Why not? She likes you."

"She is not, as you vould say, my type." He drained his beer and looked Logan in the eye. "I prefer ze company of men." Logan thought about what to reply to that, but didn't take too long, since too much hesitation could make the little blue guy feel like he didn't approve.

"Well, that would do it. Anyone you've had your eye on?"

"Nein. Zhere doesn't seem to be anyone who shares my persuasion."

"Well, ya never know." With that, the conversation seemed to be at an end. The 2 men sat in silent contemplation for a bit before Kurt bade Logan goodnight and left, taking the empty cans with him to recycle. Logan stayed for a while longer, finishing the rest of the beer before making his way down the stairs and out the door. When he reached the mansion, he headed up the stairs to the professor's chambers. Before he could even raise his hand to knock, a voice inside said "Come in" and the door swung open on it's own. He shook his head and entered the room. He would never get used to that. The professor was folding up his newspaper as Logan walked across the room and plopped down in the chair across from him. Charles looked at him patiently, waiting for Logan to divulge whatever it was that he wanted to say.

"Now I know why you wanted me to get to know Kurt better."

"Ah, so he finally confided in someone. Did you tell him that you and he are more alike than he realizes?"

"No, it was kinda his moment, ya know? I didn't want to take away from that."

"I understand. So how is the renovation of the house coming along?"

"Good, I've got some plans for the upstairs that I think you'll like."

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Kurt couldn't sleep. He lay in bed for over an hour tossing and turning before finally giving up and teleporting down to the gym. He appeared 10 feet above the water fountains, saw that the room was empty and popped over to the pull-up bar to do some tail pull-ups. He made it to 200 before his brain finally decided to shut down. Exhausted, he popped back to his bed and fell asleep before he could even take his clothing off.