A/N: Sooo, yeah, more Kurt and Logan from me. Not an actual story though, just some little ficlet type things with one word prompts. Micro fics if you will. Just to get the creative juices going again. I've finished with my summer job, and I'm trying to get another job again while dealing with being a sophomore in college, as well as keep up with my writing, and it's difficult. I'm hoping by working on just these little things, I'll get back into writing more. Also, there will be 10 chapters with 5 prompts each.

Comfort

Rosary beads clattered to the floor and were picked up with a muttered "Didn't mean to startle ya." A black gloved hand placed them carefully in a three fingered indigo hand, before once more coming down on a shoulder, gentler this time, less frightening.

"It wasn't your fault. She…she knew what she was doing, even knew you'd wanna try'n help save her. But she didn't wanna be saved; rather save us. And that ain't your fault."

Saffron eyes widened in shock; the tears had hardly dried on the other man's face, but he was comforting him. He nodded and said the only thing he could think of.

"Danke."

Kiss

As far as first kisses went, it could've been worse. Or that's what Logan tried to assure a panic stricken, apologetic Kurt of as he mopped the blood from his chin to his lower lip where he'd nicked it on Kurt's sharp teeth.

"Look elf, I'm healin' already."

Soft

"Kurt? What're you doing?"

Kurt looks up from where he'd stretched out next to Logan, and was trailing his finger tips in the space between Logan's knuckles.

"So soft," Kurt mumbled. "Your blades are just behind here, all sharp and deadly, but it's so soft."

"Soft as here?" Logan traced his finger in the skin between the self inflicted religious scars on Kurt's cheek, chuckling when a shiver ran from Kurt's spine all the way down his tail tip. He tilted his head up to grin at Logan.

"Even softer."

Pain

"Owwww! Logan! Geben Sie acht, das verletzt!"

"I know it hurts, and I'm being as careful as I can Kurt. But c'mon, how was I supposed to know you could get sunburn?"

Potatoes

It was on a cold, rainy night, huddled in a tent that Kurt found out Logan was more than just a pretty face and a wicked set of claws. He was also in fact, a genius, bringing light into what had previously been a tent thick with shadows, and Kurt told him such. Logan chuckled in an embarrassedly pleased sort of way, and muttered that it was only a potato lamp.