Disclaimer: I don't own them, the whole poor teenager thing should also repel any hopes of suing… This is merely for practice and entertainment.

Author's Note: Please be gentle, this is my first X-men Evo fic, and the first time others will be reading something I write… The time is about a year after Kitty comes, but at Christmastime. I know, confusing. And just because I like him, Remy will be in this one {with Rogue, of course}. Oh yeah, I have no idea how Germans truly talk, so I'll attempt Kurt's accent, but don't expect too much. Flames will be laughed at by me and eventually my best friend. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: Christmastime at the Institute for Kurt and Kitty. Will they finally be able to stop this INSANE shyness? A Kurtty {this is not my term, but I don't remember who made it up, so thank you…}

Kitty Pryde sat on the couch, staring forlornly at the boy standing next to the

humongous Christmas tree in the middle of the entry way. His hologram fizzed once

before stabilizing and she sighed. Why didn't he let himself BE himself when he was in

the mansion? No one cared about appearances at the institute; here everybody

understood the whole, "I'm different" thing.

Even so, Kitty knew that the elf-like teenager wasn't completely oblivious to her

presence. There had been an epiphany after Boom Boom had left; Kitty Pryde officially

had a crush on the unusual one named Kurt standing before her. And she knew he still

had some feeling for her, no matter what the others said about Boom Boom. Sighing at

the stupidity of the feigned ignorance of any platonic adoration, no matter how slight, the

girl stood up and phased through the ceiling to her room. Another half hour of crying in

the shower over Kurt and then to bed she would go to dream about the silkily furred

mutant.

The hot water caressed her curves gently as tears trailed down her face, harsh

paths of fire that she could feel long after the shower water had washed the saltiness

away. "Why can't he just, like, ask me? Anywhere? To , like, get a hot dog with me

paying, I don't care! I know he likes me! I, like, also know he knows I like him at least a

little bit, so that can't be why he won't ask me…" Putting shampoo into her hair and

rubbing it in, Kitty stopped crying to ponder the whyfor of Kurt's inactivity. Rinsing her

hair out, she phased herself through the tub and curtain, too lazy to bother stepping over

the rim. Angrily, she grabbed a towel, and after drying off got dressed and slipped under

the silken sheets reminding her of HIS fur, yet again… at least they weren't blue, that

would be too much.

* * *

Kurt Wagner stood next to the Christmas tree, the feel of Kitty's eyes on his back

an unspoken rebuke. Why couldn't he just ask her out? Even if she did seem slightly

depressed recently, the thought of the brunette watching him was comforting. The blue-

furred mutant heard a sigh behind him as Kitty stood up. Oh, yes, he was aware of her.

Once she arrived in her room she would take a shower, crying, get dressed and go to bed.

The idea of making the beautiful sophmore cry tore at his heart, but Kurt just couldn't

bring himself to actually ask the words she wanted to hear.

As he stood there, an idea began to form in his head. Maybe he would be able to

ask her if there were some type of reason… Rogue and Remy had been hard to shop for,

and Kitty was the shopping queen… and stores sometimes have mistletoe over their

doors… If she'd only go along with it Christmas break would be perfect!

Grinning insanely, the German teen *bamfed* to his room, the scent of sulfur

the only clue that he had ever been there. Tonight he would dream of Kitty, his

Katzchen. Sometimes being the fuzzy guy wasn't such a bad thing after all.