Chapter 1: Ice Cream Therapy

Disclaimer: I don't own the X Men movies/characters/etc, etc, etc.

A/N: My first dabble in the X Men movie-verse, so be gentle with your comments. I have to apologize, but I am a Kurtty shipper, and as such, this may turn into a Kurtty romance, but it may also stay in the friendship area. I have no idea, so be patient with me.

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Kurt stretched his arms above his head and blinked owlishly at the ceiling that was patterned by the light filtering through the thin curtains that covered his window.

The mansion truly was beautiful, and while the usually exuberant and happy students were more downcast after the death of Jean Grey, there was a bit more happiness in the halls opposed to how they were four months ago.

Kurt grinned as he thought of the people he'd met and come to think of as yet more extended family.

Logan, after being bested in several fights in the Danger Room, was now somewhat of his best friend here. Ororo, the weather witch was quite kind in helping him adjust to life in both the mansion and America and he appreciated her assistance. And Rogue, the young girl who had, unexpectedly come to him one day for comfort. After that, it was easy for him to say that she was like his little sister.

But there were still nights he found himself unable to sleep. Wishing for the never calm and always lively environment of the circus he'd grown up in.

With a sigh he pushed himself from his bed and teleported downstairs to the hallway outside the kitchen. Occasionally a student or two would be found in the kitchen, and he didn't want to scare them by popping up out of nowhere.

Tonight was not one of those nights as the lights were out and the kitchen was as silent as the rest of the mansion.

Glad for the privacy, he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a glass from the pantry with his tail. Soon he had a tall glass of water in front of him as he sat at the island. The fluorescent lights remained off, leaving the only source of light the moonlight and the slight glow from his eyes. He was fine though, his eyesight rivaled Wolverine's.

And so did his hearing; he caught the sound of soft footsteps approaching the kitchen. From the way the person walked, he guessed they were female.

And he was right as a thin silhouette came into view. The girl stopped, apparently catching sight of his eyes glowing in the dark.

"H-hello?" her voice was shaky and he recognized it as Kitty Pryde's. The young girl was in one of his History classes.

"Guten Tag Keety." He greeted softly. The tension slowly left the young girl's shoulders as she turned the lights on at a dim setting.

She relaxed fully when she saw him, giving him a careful smile, "You scared me." She stated softly.

Kurt chuckled, taking a drink from his glass, "I do that a lot." He muttered.

She nodded, and walked over to grab a glass of juice from the fridge. Her eyes were slightly red and her scent held salt and water in it.

"Keety, are you alright?" he questioned.

Kitty turned, looking at her History teacher and finally noticing something, he wasn't much older than her. It was so hard to think like that when he was teaching, but seeing him here, wearing only a pair of baggy pants and a t-shirt, his tail slowly swishing from side to side behind him, she finally noticed that he couldn't have been more than twenty or twenty one.

She nodded, "How old are you Mr. Kurt?"

He blinked at the change in subject, but rolled with it, "Nineteen, and please don't call me Herr Kurt, it makes me feel much older than I am." He joked, giving the younger girl a fanged grin. "How old are you?"

She smiled, "Sixteen…so just Kurt then?"

He nodded and grinned again, "Exactly, now are you going to tell me vhy you look upset?" he asked softly.

Kitty's smile disappeared as she sat beside him and folded her hands on her lap, giving a heavy sigh. Kurt placed his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him, looking shy and unsure.

"I miss Jean. She was kind of like a surrogate mom or maybe an older sister you know? It's just…" she trailed off as she wiped furiously at the tears that started slipping down her cheeks.

With a gentle expression on his face that contrasted greatly with his demonic appearance, Kurt used his thumb to wipe away the salty liquid before pulling her into a careful hug.

Kitty was apparently much more alright with his appearance than he had guessed seeing as she didn't tense up and instead wrapped her arms around him and cried into his chest. He gently stroked her hair and squeezed her shoulder as he let her cry.

Once the teen had calmed down, she pulled away and wiped her eyes again.

"Thank you." She said softly.

Kurt smiled and squeezed her shoulder, "Anytime Katzchen."

She sighed and looked out the window where wind beat at the house. His arm remained over her shoulders and she made no motion to have him remove it. In truth, she was enjoying the feeling of having someone be so worried about her. He really didn't have any reason to either, but she guessed that was the kind of person he was. She'd heard nothing but positive things from everyone else about him, he was a great teacher, and even Mr. Logan liked him, so that really was something.

"Vant a snack?" Kurt asked out of the blue.

Kitty looked up and nodded. He grinned and left his seat to start pulling out things from the pantry and the freezer. Soon he had two bowls out along with two spoons and the tub of chocolate and vanilla ice cream that was hidden behind the bag of frozen corn at the back of the freezer.

"Two or three scoops?" he questioned with a grin.

Kitty giggled, "Two please." She replied.

After he'd scooped the ice cream into the bowls, he handed one over to Kitty with a grin.

"Bon appetite!" she smiled and dug in with gusto.

"You know, you're my teacher, are you supposed to be letting me have ice cream at midnight?" she asked.

Kurt grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "I'm your teacher in the classroom Keety, outside of it, I'm your friend."

Kitty smiled gratefully, "Thanks Kurt."

He grinned again, "Anytime."

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A/N: (a message from Shadow's friend) Good? Bad? Cookie? Let Shadow know will you?

By the way: I would be Shadowcat's Knight (I match Shadow's name!) and I would be her male counterpart. I am posting this for her, as she is currently busy with homework and such.