My first X-Men fanfic of any kind. I'm actually really excited! :D I hope you enjoy.

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Kurt sighed in boredom. It was summer vacation, the summer before college started, and there was absolutely nothing to do. Mostly everyone had left for home for summer vacation. The only people left were Logan, Jean, Scott, and Hank. Professor Xavier was on a trip to Russia, having discovered a new mutant. Even the Brotherhood was gone, so there was no one to annoy. Kurt had wanted to go home, but his parents hadn't been able to get the summer off of work, and they figured there would be more stuff for him to do near NYC. How wrong they'd been.

As Kurt was thinking of going to the extreme and trying reading to stave off his boredom, his door opened and Logan stepped in.

"Hey, Fuzzy, dinner's ready." Logan looked around and sniffed. "I know you're in here, Elf. Don't try and hide."

Kurt smiled down at the feral. "Who said anyzing about hiding?"

Logan looked up in time to see Kurt leap down from the ceiling. He'd been up there awhile, so, with all the blood in his head, he was a little dizzy. Kurt swayed a little before almost falling. Logan caught him just in time and for a second longer than necessary, held onto the blue mutant. Then Kurt laughed and stepped away.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, whatever. C'mon, dinner's gonna get cold."

Kurt decided to walk down with Logan, not wanting to pass up the chance to spend any time with him. Kurt had first realized he was gay when he and Scott had kissed behind the school's gym, but both he and Scott realized they weren't for each other. After that, Scott came out as bi, but Kurt had felt that he hadn't been ready for everyone to know his sexuality. It was hard enough being blue and fuzzy with a tail; he didn't need to be gay, blue, and fuzzy with a tail. So he'd kept his secret to himself and, thankfully, so had Scott. And then Kurt had fallen for Logan. He'd fallen for him hard. He tried to spend all his time with Logan now-a-days, even doing training, although he had almost died a couple times. But he knew this was as far as their relationship was going to go. The older mutant was never close to anybody, he never shared what he was thinking or what he was feeling; what he feared. So, Kurt decided to enjoy what little Logan did share with him, which was usually limited to "you're annoying", "your music is annoying", or "stop grinning like that, it's annoying me." Kurt chuckled quietly at the memories.

Kurt and Logan entered the kitchen just in time for Logan to get hit the face with some spaghetti sauce. Kurt looked over to see Scott and Jean fighting over a spoon, staring in horror at Logan.

"Oh my God, Logan, I am so sorry. Scott and I, we were-"

"We were just fighting over who got to stir."

"Good maturity levels there."

Kurt couldn't help but giggle as a muscle twitched in Logan's face. He ran a long blue finger down the side of Logan's face and stuck it in his mouth.

"Mmm, vodka sauce. My favorite."

Scott and Jean burst out laughing as Logan grabbed a dish towel and started wiping his face. He started grumbling about how teenagers now-a-days didn't respect their elders.

"We're not teenagers anymore, Logan." Scott said as he placed the salad bowl on the table. "Well, most of us." They all looked over at Kurt.

"Hey, I'm 18. Zat's technically an adult."

"Don't you hear the word 'teen' in 'eighteen'?" Jean smiled at Kurt's pout. "Don't sweat it Kurt. We treat you like an adult, don't we?"

"Vith all ze responsibilities you guys give me, I feel more like a mule zan an adult." Kurt glared at Hank as he sat down laughing.

"'Duty is what one expects from others.' Oscar Wilde." Hank said, putting his glasses on.

"Can we eat now, bub? I'm starving." Logan extended one of his adamantium claws to spear some bread. He was about to bite into it when he looked over at Kurt, whose eyebrow was raised. "What?"

"I zought my table manners were bad."

Logan grumbled, but took the bread off his claw all the same. The rest of dinner went on without incident, with Kurt telling jokes, Hank quoting Shakespeare, and Logan eating most of the food. It was Kurt and Logan's turn to do the dishes that night, and both decided to get it over with instead of putting if off until later. Logan could hear the TV down the hall, but it was severely muted by four walls, and just the sounds of the water running, and dishes clinking together almost calmed him. Kurt was washing as slowly as he could, to prolong his and Logan's time together. It was almost peaceful, as if they were the only two in the house. Kurt liked that idea. He liked to think about what he and Logan could be doing now, if they were the only two in the Institute. They certainly wouldn't be washing dishes. They'd be in his bed, Logan over him, nipping him in the right places, Kurt moaning, panting, calling out Logan's name. . .

"Kid? Kid!"

"Vha-, Vhat?" Kurt came out of his imaginary world and saw that Logan's face was only a few inches away from his.

"Are you okay, kid?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Vhy?"

"You stopped washing the dishes, and looked kinda red, if that's possible."

Kurt blushed, hoping that Logan really couldn't see the blood rushing to his cheeks, and other places.

"Are you feeling sick?" Logan actually looked like he cared if Kurt was sick or not. Kurt smiled up at Logan.

"I'm fine, really."

"Just to be safe, go to bed. I can finish the dishes."

"But I-"

"No 'buts' kid. Go to bed. We don't need you getting sick."

Kurt suddenly felt a rush of anger. "I'm not a kid anymore. I'm an adult, legally and mentally." Logan snorted at this. "I am, and if you can't handle zat, zen maybe you should leave me alone." And with that Kurt teleported to his room. He was angry. He tried to convince himself that he didn't know why, that he was being stupid for being angry. But he felt justified. If he would always be a kid in Logan's mind, how could he ever dream of going further? And that pissed him off. He punched a wall and instantly regretted it.

"Ah, I zink I broke something." Kurt tested his two long fingers by flexing them and was relieved to feel it didn't hurt too much to move them. Then he sighed. "Zis night is not getting zat much better, is it?" He decided to turn in early; there wasn't anything else to do anyway. He didn't want to watch TV with Scott and Jean, he didn't want to listen to Shakespeare, and he certainly didn't want to see Logan. As he changed, Kurt sighed again.

"Maybe I am just a kid. I vas being childish."

"You could say that again, bub."

Kurt shot up from his bed and stared at the door. He could see Logan outlined, but he couldn't make out any details due to the hallway light. He wasn't sure if Logan was angry, amused, or indifferent.

"Vhat are you doing here?" Kurt asked gloomily, turning his back to the other mutant. Kurt felt Logan sit on the other side of the bed. He looked over to see Logan's back was to him.

"Look, ki-. . . Kurt, I'm sorry if. . . if I hurt your feelings, down in the kitchen. I didn't mean to."

Kurt was speechless with surprise. He'd never heard Logan apologize before. It took him a moment to realize he should say something back. He chose his words carefully.

"I'm ze one who should be apologizing. I acted like a child. I shouldn't have gotten angry vith you." Kurt felt Logan get off the bed and walk over to his side. Kurt looked up to see Logan sit down next to him. He couldn't help but gulp when Logan placed a warm hand on his knee.

"Listen, Kurt, I know I can be harsh sometimes; I can even be mean."

Kurt nodded at this.

"No need to agree so quickly." Logan said, growling quietly.

"Sorry."

Logan continued. "But, if I ever cross the line, I want you to tell me. I don't like hurting my friends, and I especially don't like hurting you."

By this time, Kurt really couldn't believe his pointed ears. Logan was almost being. . . sweet. It was actually kind of scaring Kurt. He smiled over at Logan.

"Don't vorry about it, Logan. I promise to call you out venever you annoy me."

Logan smirked. "I didn't say whenever I annoyed you, bub. Just whenever I crossed a line." There was a silence as they looked at each other. Kurt felt an urge to lean forward, and he decided to risk it. He could barely keep his excitement to himself when he saw that Logan was leaning in as well. Kurt closed his eyes, and waited for Logan's lips to meet his. Unfortunately, they didn't, because Jean chose that moment to telepathically call everyone down to the Danger Room for the scheduled training session. Kurt groaned in frustration. I totally forgot. He heard Logan mutter "Shit."

"Vell, I guess ve should go down." Kurt said awkwardly.

"Uh, yeah." Logan mumbled. He stood up and grabbed Kurt's hand to help him up. "Let's go."

"Um, I kinda gotta change." Kurt gestured to his clothes, which consisted of boxers and a t-shirt. "Not exactly training attire."

"Oh, right. Well, see you down there." And before Kurt could stop him, Logan was gone. Kurt wanted to kick himself. He should've just ignored Jean's message, and gone for the kiss. But he'd been too scared. He sighed. The moment was gone, and he was deathly afraid it would never be recreated.

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First chapter done. Hopefully everyone will enjoy it. Please review if you'd like to see it continued.