Hey peoples! I'm back!

I decided to branch of from the same universe of my other story, Someone who Cares, and the soon to be sequel, Beginning Again. And as you probably know, it is an X-Men fic! My first one! Hooray!
It's based around Nightcrawler (my favorite X-men) and some random mutant I threw together. :D
Stay with my guys, stay with me.

She was pretty. Kurt knew that. He was perched on a chair in the library of the ominous mansion, his eyes darting back and forth from the book he had unceremoniously selected of off the shelves and the girl on the other side of the room.

She was a mutant, you knew from the second you saw her that she was. Her appearance was mutated. He thought it made her pretty. She had scales. Light green, and they reminded him of the grass in one of the clearings he had discovered on the lengthened property that Professor Xavier owned. She also had green hair. It was darker. Like the stems of the flowers planted outside in the middle of the night.

And her eyes.

Her eyes where like his. They where a smooth, calming golden color, almost glowing. It sure did seem like it to him. Again he took the chance to glance up at her. She was sitting up straight on the back of an old couch, her nose nearly touching the pages of the book she was reading. Her hair hung in her face, reflecting a bit of the sun from outside. A long, slender tail twitched back and froth behind her, almost with amusement. His own was curled up on his lap, the pointed blue end helping him support the aged book as he flipped through it absentmindedly.

Kurt looked up again. He took a good, long look.
He was nervous. As one of the youngest X-men, he always went to the older members for advice on almost everything from finishing the last of his studies, to techniques to use when fighting. And girls. He probably shouldn't have asked Logan.
Kurt distinctly remembered Logan shrugging and saying, 'Just tell her. But try not to be stupid about it.' before going back to watching the football game on the TV and sipping a hardy beer.

He definitely shouldn't have asked Logan.

Kurt realized he was staring. He quickly looked back down at the book, not even reading the gibberish strewn across the pages. He hardly took two seconds to skim across the page though, looking hurriedly back up at her. He started staring again. His vision grew blurry as he continued to stare. When he blinked, he realized she was looking at him.
Kurt's eyes flew wide, and he looked back down at his book. A bit too hastily for his taste. He could feel his cheeks burning as his eyes flitted across the handwritten scrawl on the wilted pages. He stayed staring at it for a long time, listing to the sound of footsteps as they entered his large, pointed ears.

He slowly looked up from his book, his cheeks burning even brighter when he saw her leaning on the desk, her head tilted curiously in his direction. She looked even prettier like that. With pursed lips and her hand absentmindedly brushing stray hairs out of her round, cheerful looking face.
"Hia." She said, smiling slightly.
"Um... Hi... Ugh..." Kurt ran a three fingered hand through his hair, the book falling to the table as he smiled awkwardly. He realized he didn't even know her name.
"I'm Elizabeth." She said, holding out her hand. " You can call me Liz, I guess."
"Oh, ya. Ya, I knew zat." He said, nodding awkwardly, shaking her hand quickly before looking back down at the book in embarrassment.
"And you are..." She said, grinning, her tail flicking with amusement for a second time.
"Oh. Oh! I am Kurt." He said simply, mentally cursing himself for acting so stupid.

They sat there for a few seconds, staring at each other, their awkward grins failing.
"This is all very awk-vard." Kurt said, snapping the book shut and leaning over to reshelf it.
"Yeah. Yeah it kinda is, isn't it? Sums this all up." She giggled, sitting up on the table across from his chair.
He nodded, pushing his legs up onto the chair so his head rested on his knees.
"So... vats up?" He said, wrapping his arms around his legs tightly, trying a third - was it a third? He couldn't remember - awkward smile, his cheeks still burning continuously.
"Oh... nothing much. Ya-know, I'm still trying to get onto the X-men. I think it'd be cool to fight crime and help people out, all that fun stuff, ya know?"
"Ya, very fun things."
"Didn't you just get on the team?" She asked, looking at him inquisitively.
"Oh... ya. Ya, only been on von mission though. Some-zing in New York."
"I've always wanted to go there." She said. "At least outside the district. I lived there when I was little."
"I vent through there. It's very nice."
"Nice?" She giggled. "Just nice?"
"Vell, I don't have many words to describe it at ze moment, but its... nice."
"Nice?"
"Nice."

She laughed. It sounded like bells in his ears. He could sit around listening to her laugh for days if he could.

"Hey... Kurt? Are you alright there bud? Your looking at me funny." She waved a hand in front of his face.
"Vat? Oh... oh ya, I'm fine. I just vanted to tell you..." He voice got quieter as he continued speaking.
"What?"
"I just vasn't brave enough to tell you but... I kinda... sorta... like you."

Her eyes flew wide, a small, anxious; happy smile on her lips.

"Really? We'll, Kurt." She leaned in, pecking a quick kiss on his cheek. " I kinda sorta like you too."
She grinned, and then stood up, grabbing her books as she walked away.

Kurt sat in the chair when she left, his mouth agape as he stared into nothingness. He had no idea how long he sat there in that chair in the library, but by the time Hank came around to find him, he was still there.
"Hey kid. What's up?" Hank asked, poking him. Kurt shook out of his trance, looking up at Hank.
"I'm in love."