I'm still going to write You Don't Choose Family, but in the course of researching (reading comics) the next chapter, I ran into something interesting. It's called X-Men: Millennial Visions. It's a compilation of different ideas for X-Men universes. At the back of issue 2 is one called X-Men rEvolution and I thought it would be cool to write a story for it. The issue was published at the same time that X-Men Evolution aired, so I put this there. I don't know if I'll have this as a oneshot or not, but I just couldn't get the idea out of my head, so here goes.

X-Men rEvolution starts now.

Kurt yawned, allowing his fangs to glint in the morning sun. He smacked his lips and, with a flash, teleported downstairs. He knew that no one would be there. No one was home.

Kurt's parents had been divorced for 7 years already but his dad didn't seem to grasp the idea of 'responsible parenting'. He would stay out all night and come home at 2 am, only to leave again at 3. What he did all the time, or when he ever slept, Kurt didn't know. Nor did he care. Kurt had his own problems to deal with.

The current one being the hole in his stomach where food should be. Kurt grabbed a package of oatmeal and a can of soda, and teleported back up to his room to eat and get dressed. When he was done, he packed his backpack and teleported to the front of Bayville High.

Kurt ignored all the stares and glares he got from his fellow students. He couldn't help if he was blue. He had inherited his dad's power of teleportation, not his mom's shapeshifting. He trotted up the stairs and into Algebra. He sat down at his usual seat at the back of the room, next to his adopted sister, Rogue.

"You had soda for breakfast again, didn't you?" She asked. Kurt only gave an affirmative grunt. "Just be sure you eat actual food before practice tonight." Then the bell rang, and class began.

Kurt wasn't much one for school. He was bored out of his mind the whole day. More often than not, his teachers scolded him for drumming on the desk with his pencil.

At lunch, he took a seat at the usual table in the far corner of the cafeteria. Scott and Jean were already seated.

"I'm telling you, this is good stuff!" Scott said to Jean. She simply rolled her eyes. "Just wait until you hear it."

"Hi, Kurt. No lunch money?" Jean asked. Kurt shrugged. "Here, I'll buy you lunch."

After lunch it was back to boring class. On the way in the door, Kurt paused. He looked up and then stepped a good 5 feet from the doorway. The next student to enter was surprised by what Kurt had noticed. A bucket of water. Out ran Pietro, laughing like a maniac. Kurt smirked. The student stormed into the bathroom to dry off.

"I know, it's an old one, but you can't mess with the classics." Kurt pointed to the teacher coming down the hallway, and Pietro took off.

After school, Kurt returned to his dad's house and opened the garage door to find another of his dad's 'projects'. Kurt didn't know what was in the stained bag, and he didn't want to know. He simply moved it out of the way and set up his drum kit. An hour later, Scott, Jean, and Rogue came rolling up in Scott's car, bringing with them a bass, a guitar, portable speakers, and the mic stand.

"Pietro might be late. He got detention again." Jean said. The others all responded with knowing looks.

Pietro came speeding up the road, yelling, "I'm here! Don't start without me! Heh. Like you could." He said stopping to put down his guitar.

"Jean is lead guitar. We totally can start without you." Scott snarked.

"Yeah, but I'm the frontman!"

"That's for gigs, not practice." Rogue corrected.

"Speaking of which," Jean said, "Can we start practicing now?" With that, she and Pietro grabbed their guitars, Rogue tuned her bass, Scott grabbed the mic, and Kurt tapped them in on his drumsticks. They began to play, and Kurt lost himself in the music. Never noticing the red man listening to them from up in a tree.

Thank you, fan fiction .net!

That felt good. Let me know if you guys want more.