Title: Diary (Working title)
Series: Urm.. well I'm doing multiple chapters of diary entries. That count?
Author: Goruda Shiro Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story but the story itself and the computer on which it was written.
Rating: Shouldn't go any higher than R, and that's only for the possibility of mentions of violence, gore, and sex. If anyone knows the difference between the three, please notify me. somehow manages to say that with a straight face Kidding. Anyway... light chuckle
Spoilers: None, really. Haven't seen the show since I'm guessing what was the series finale. But this doesn't really take place during any particular episode or time frame. Still teens in school is all.
Pairing: Currently one sided Kurt/Scott. Summary: As stated before, this is gonna be in diary form. Someone's thoughts at the end of the day. In this case, the sexy one with soft blue fur and the kinky lookin' tail.
Distribution: evolutionslash, ACACS, And bluesummers. Possibly a few other places at my discretion. Just ask.
Feedback: It's like chocolate. I can't really get too much of it.
Notes: Big thanks to Lacey's story Dear Diary for the inspiration to write a diary fic. Leave her lots of great reviews.
Warnings: There be slash ahead. That would be two males in a romantic relationship, or an implied romantic relationship, or the one sided act of unrequited love, lust, or romantic feelings towards one man from another, as indicated by the pairing. If this offends you, turn back now. If you're going to flame me, be intelligent because I have no problem reporting you to any higher authority and making you look like the idiot you are. Also, be constructive. If you don't like it, tell me why, and what I could do to fix it. Thanks.
Notes: Oh. Lastly, this goes unbeta'd. Any mistakes are my own.

On with the story.

Entry 1
Ok, um... what am I supposed to do here? The professor decided, in all his wisdom, that we, the X-Men, and the other students, should write diaries. I'm not even sure how to do it. Well, we don't have to show them to anyone. That's a good start. He said we should talk to them as if they were a person. A.. what'd he say? Confidante. I think I spelt it right. Well, English isn't my first language, and I do pretty good at it anyway, so cut me some slack.
Now let's see. Where should I start? Ok. How about this? This whole thing started because I have a problem, but I couldn't tell the professor about it. He suggested a diary of my days and my thoughts. Then he suggested it to the rest of the class. Eventually it got around school, and everyone walking into their rooms has a thick book on their bed that only they can open. Well, I suspect some of the older faculty could open them, but that would only make sense.
Now I guess I go back to the problem itself. The one that started all this. Or maybe an introduction of myself... too myself... nah. I don't think I should go that far, should I? Oh well. Anyway, it started about two weeks ago. I was sitting in the lunchroom, alone, the first at the table. Slowly, space at the table filled as my friends from the institute, if you could call them that, sometimes, filed in around me.
Soon, there were only a few spots left, and two of them were on either side of me. I was trying not to feel bad as I tried to figure out what today's lunch 'surprise' was supposed to be, because feeling bad just isn't me. And I should be used to the loneliness anyway. It's not as if people stand in line to get close enough to touch me. My appetite is low and I'm sure the thick, grainy gravy just bubbled. I'm about to get up and go, when Scott sits down beside me. He laughs at something I barely pay attention to, putting an arm around my shoulders and giving them a friendly squeeze. It lasted a moment and for some reason I just wanted to melt into his warmth.
All to soon it was gone, though, and where his arm was, was just cold now. I started thinking about how I wish he'd touch me like that again, and the thought surprised me so much that I stood, abruptly, startled with myself. Everyone looked at me like something was wrong, and it was. There was a horrified look on my face and I knew it. After a moment of drowned out 'What's wrong's, I shook my head to snap myself out of it, then said something about a test I'd forgotten about next period, cleared my stuff, and took off.
Of course I lied about the test. I mean, there was one, but I had studied all week for it. Still, though, when I got to the library, I sat at a table far off from anyone and opened my book, cramming.
It just felt odd to me to feel such longing for just a touch. I thought briefly that I'd want a touch like that from anyone, but I mentally analyzed my friends, imagining their arms around me. Scott's was the only one I wanted.

Well, it's lights out. Time to go.

Kurt.

So how was it? Good? Bad? Lemme know. Barely a page long, the story itself, but it's just a journal entry. Imagine it being written in teen write on those pages of a diary, each page half the size of a piece of printer paper. That's what I'm thinking. oh. It's lined too. Anyhow, lemme know.