Notes from Robbie:

Well clearly we're doing something right if we're getting squealing and chocolate malt comparisons two chapters in. I can only say that Kate is a flirt always so just you wait, my friends. There shall be more squealing. Because also there is a flirty Elf. That's all that I'm driving at, really.

We're having waaaay too much fun writing this story and going through and rereading it as we edit, and I'll have you know there is much giggling and grinning and just general happiness on our end as well, so I'm tickled pink it translates to y'all on the reading end. Please, enjoy the beginning of our descent into pure and unadulterated FLUFF.

After ninjas. Of course.

From CC:

Yes. Good. Thank you to our lovely reviewers - Our Elf is getting his flirt back in order after a hiatus it seems. Not many opportunities in heaven or while being followed by a flock of bamfs. Lucky for us, Kate is pretty darn unflappable.

I am particularly enjoying letting Logan just play troublemaker and enjoy watching as his bestie gets back into the game. At this point - no shipping for him at all. We'll just let him be alive for a while first.

As for Storm - she is plenty strong and sassy enough to stand alone and run the whole show at the school. If someone catches her eye, we'll know.

'Let There Be Ninjas'

When they reached the hangar and Storm pointed out the sleek black craft waiting for them, Kate ignored the smirk Storm was giving her at the outright delighted staring. "I have to call my ex and chew him out. He did not do that thing justice," she said as she took in the gorgeous craft in front of her.

"Who's your ex?" Logan asked as he came around the corner—all cleaned up and ready to go.

"Marvel Boy," she replied. He just frowned at her for a moment, not placing the name. "Noh Varr? White-haired idiot alien? Great butt?"

He paused and thought it over for a moment. "Bug boy. Got it. Yeah. He brought it back clean. Sent Scooter into a fit though when he stepped out of it, from what I heard."

"He's used to that," Kate said with a little smile. "He's very good at pissing everyone off just… being him. Not always on purpose, but you know—the whole Dark Avengers thing… all the other stupid..."

"He didn't bother me any," Logan said with a shrug. "But I guess I might have missed some of that too."

She just shrugged lightly—it wasn't something Noh had liked to talk about, so she wasn't going to throw him under a bus. "Well, you're the giant hug magnet. So—I'm not seeing anything bothering you."

"I am not the giant hug magnet," Logan replied dryly on the way to the jet, rolling his shoulders as if the insinuation was weighing on him.

"You must not have been conscious for the last, oh, twenty-four hours, then," she countered, her hands on her hips.

"That—that is not how people usually react to me," Logan defended, echoing her posture and looking more affronted. "It's usually an attack, not a hug."

"Bad guys don't count, Giant Hug Magnet," she shot back.

"I'm not talking about bad guys," Logan replied with a little glare. "I don't usually get hugs. From anyone."

"The five bro hugs and Storm say differently," she said, holding up her fingers as she counted them off. "I'm counting."

"They thought I was dead. Back from the dead hugs don't count toward how huggable you are," Logan countered.

"Well then I can see why you don't think anyone ever hugs you if those don't count. You X-Men are always coming back from the dead. It's like, your thing. Everybody knows that."

"It's not our thing," Logan grumbled.

"Mmhmm." She waved her hand dismissively before she tossed her hair over her shoulder and just grinned. "So. Ninjas. You promised me ninjas."

He gave her a little glare. "Yeah. well. That's the easy part. Ninjas will come to us if we go to the right place."

"Okay, so we do the easy part, and then we do the rest." She gestured at the jet. "Aren't you and Nightcrawler going to show me around the new toy? It's rude to keep a lady waiting."

Logan looked to Storm, who was smirking widely, before he made a grand gesture for her to board the jet, half bowing. "By all means. Don't let me hold you up. If you look carefully—there are wings and things and the whole thing goes pretty damn fast."

"Well, thanks. I never would have guessed with my own eyes," she deadpanned as she climbed aboard, doing her level best not to stare some more once they were inside just because Logan was being so … snarky.

"Hey—not sure what you were expecting," Logan said as he stepped in behind her. "It's a jet. Little fancier than most—but it's still a jet. Seats. Wings. Supersonic, stealth—whatever." He paused and looked between Kurt and Kate as Kurt was in the pilot's chair. He smirked and decided he was going to help. "Wanna learn how to fly it? Kurt loves to teach."

"Please," she said quickly, all but bouncing as she scrambled over to sit next to Kurt, her earlier decision to try and play it cool going out the window at the opportunity to learn something new.

"Well hello," Kurt said, turning her way with a smile as she slid into the seat. "You are not the co-pilot I was expecting."

"Logan said it was okay if you taught me how to fly this beautiful masterpiece," she explained quickly.

"Of course he did," Kurt replied as he looked back at his smirking best friend. "He's always thinking of other people's education."

"Well, aren't you a teacher?" she pointed out, then gestured at the controls with a wide grin. "So - teach!" Kurt just looked at her for a moment wide eyed, shaking his head lightly as he tried to find an excuse—or a correction - or … something.

"More like a principal," Logan called up helpfully from the back of the jet. "So he's more of a—a teacher's teacher. Or something. I don't know. I didn't go to public school." Kurt bit back a sharp response and just shook his head for a moment at Logan's meddling.

"It's normally something that we reserve for members of the team, but seeing as you got Logan's clearance—he has a long history of letting anyone fly this jet... Well… I guess it wouldn't hurt," Kurt said at last, breaking out into a little smile despite himself. "You're a much lovelier co-pilot than what I was expecting."

Kate just laughed. "Well you were expecting the grumpy hug magnet," she pointed out before she settled into the seat and grinned over her shoulder at him. "Besides, it's a strategic thing, if it'll make breaking the rules easier for you. Storm says you two are trouble. Might be good if all of us can get the others out of trouble again. We should all be able to drive the getaway car," she teased.

"She said that?" Kurt said with a growing grin. "I didn't think our Goddess would throw us under the bus that easily," he laughed. "I guess I'll have to return the favor when we return triumphantly."

"Ooh. I'm definitely sticking around for that," Kate said. "Though—it might well have been a favor on her part throwing you under the bus like that? I like trouble. Especially the adventure kind."

"Then you've come to the right place it seems," Kurt replied as he walked her through the take off procedures, and she stopped in her teasing long enough to give her full attention to what he was saying so she could learn. Because this—was awesome.

Not ten minutes later, he'd handed over the yolk and she was flying it herself. "I tend to agree with Logan when it comes to hands-on experience."

"I like your teaching style," she said, the grin so wide it was threatening to split her face.

"Some of our old teammates disagreed entirely with our methods," Kurt told her, just watching her smile as she flew, beaming still as she looked from the controls to the view out the window.

"Well, how are you supposed to learn anything if you don't do it?" she asked, wrinkling her nose the slightest. "Sounds like they took lessons from Cap."

"Cap is a free spirit in comparison," Kurt teased. "But our old fearless leader meant well."

"Oh, you poor dear," she laughed. "Dealing with that kind of well-meaning nonsense."

"We didn't get the reputation of being troublemakers by listening to him," Kurt pointed out as he leaned forward a bit, pretending to check over the controls for something to do so that he wasn't just watching her. "There was always a little rift there from the start. We just—took advantage where we could to have a little fun."

"Well, good. That means you actually know what you're doing," she said with a smile that stretched well beyond her eyes as she tipped her head his way and just laughed. "I never listen."

"I think I know exactly what I'm doing. But I have been proven wrong before." He grinned widely at her and took in her laugh, his chin resting on the heel of his palm. "Oh yes, I think we can keep you around."

Kate shot him a wide grin with one eyebrow raised. "Well that makes things easier," she said, still laughing a bit, before she turned her attention back to the controls—as they got closer to their destination and she knew she needed the help on the ending bit. "We're just about at lowtown," she said. "So—any tips on how not to crash land?"

"I might have a few pointers," he said returning to a bit of seriousness.

Kurt walked her through landing, camouflaging and securing the blackbird before he flipped on his image inducer and the three of them stepped into the dirty streets of Madripoor. However, Kate gave Kurt an odd look when his fuzzy blue self shimmered into a tall, average looking blonde, unused to such a drastic change so quickly.

"If there is any appearance that will tip off the bad guys that we are here—it's my loveable fuzzy blue face," Kurt explained. "There are so many people that look like Logan right now, he's just part of the scenery. This," he said, gesturing to himself. "Is only to keep the element of surprise in our favor."

"Where did the tail go?" she asked at last, curious, shaking her head as she looked him over. She was impressed—even the details that would have made undercover more difficult the usual way with wigs and makeup looked normal. Rounded ears, flattened teeth… and of course, no tail.

As Logan lit up his cigar, Kurt tipped up Logan's hat, just enough to get his friend to shoot him a dirty look while the tail remained out of sight. "It's still there," Kurt promised. "Just hidden well." She nodded her understanding, head still slightly tilted as she filed that information away in the back of her mind.

"Keep that thing to yourself, Elf," Logan grumbled as he straightened out his hat again, cigar chomped tightly between his teeth.

"It's just—I'm an archer. I like being able to see where everything and everyone actually is," Kate explained quickly. "Easier to keep track of where not to shoot, and I don't want to hit the tail on accident."

"Don't worry about it," Kurt told her assuringly. "I'll keep it close to me."

"Once we get busted, I'll smash the damn thing for you," Logan promised with a low growl. "I hate that stupid thing."

"Once we get busted, I will turn it off," Kurt said, looking Logan's way with a shake of his head.

"So it's not an 'if' then. We will get busted," Kate said with a grin as she sidled right up next to Kurt, still halfway looking him over to test and see if she could spot any kind of subtle hints at the blue Nightcrawler underneath the image—which so far she couldn't. "Good. I was promised ninjas."

"This place is crawling with ninjas," Logan told her before he turned to Kurt. "Who's running this place these days?"

"That would be your son," Kurt said quietly. When Kate looked up at him with a bit of surprise, he added her way, "I wouldn't expect another hug should we meet up with him."

"Looking at the poster child for family issues. I get it," she said with a quick nod and a mental note not to tease on that front. Hug magnet or not, she knew better.

"Mom or dad?" Logan asked as he looked around them with a more easily recognizable grump on his face—he looked more like the older one when he did that, which was actually kind of comforting to know at least some things didn't change.

"Dad." She shrugged up to her ears as she just sighed and gave her usual explanation. "Mom's gone, Dad's evil."

"Every day evil or supervillain evil?" Kurt asked with concern as he stepped a hair closer to her.

"Definitely supervillain evil, considering the guys he's been running with. Kingpin for one." Kate shrugged. It wasn't something she had quite figured out all the pieces to yet. "I haven't had the time to search through all his contacts yet, but I'll get there—trust me."

Logan let out a little bit of a growl and Kurt tried to cover the look of irritation with a little misdirection for both of them. "It's too bad you don't have your eyepatch, Logan," Kurt said. "It hardly seems like a trip to Madripoor without 'Patch'." Logan glared his way just a bit, but didn't offer any commentary on Kurt's suggestion.

"I should have won that eyepatch in poker before we left," Kate said, glad for the chance to talk about something that wasn't her stupid father. "If I'd known it was a necessity."

"Well I did tell you to win it," Logan shot back as he let out a breath and tried to relax a bit. A ghost of a smile returned as they turned the corner to head to the Princess Bar. "Wonder if Viper's still in charge," he mused quietly.

"Of the bar? I believe so," Kurt said, his frown deepening. "There was a lot of—tourism to that place after—"

"I don't think anyone should profit from that," Logan said, cutting him short. "I'm going to set things straight on that account."

"Actually, as I understand it," Kurt said as they neared the place. "Daken put a stop to it." Logan stopped and just blinked Kurt's way for a moment in pure surprise.

"He what?" Logan asked. Kurt just shrugged.

"I can't explain it except to say he must have had a change of heart once it was too late," Kurt replied. It took Logan a moment to process before he shook it off and started walking again.

He paused at the door and turned to Kurt. "What kind of an entrance are we making?" Kurt just grinned as the doorman glared down at them.

"I'll leave it up to you—either way, you know that Viper isn't going to be very happy to see you," Kurt replied. "She'll see it as a threat to her empire."

As they turned toward the doorman, Logan smirked as the man tried to block the path. "Invitation only," the massive man told him, looking down his nose at their underdressed appearance.

"Here to see the green lady," Logan told him, and the bouncer paled a bit at the request.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asked, his hand resting on a weapon at his belt.

"Open invite," Logan told him before he raised his fist and popped his claws. "Run off now." The bouncer zipped inside, abandoning his post. Logan turned to a grinning Kurt. "Guess we can go in."

"Well that's one way to get an all-purpose pass," Kate said with a laugh.

Kurt made to step through the door but Logan blocked his path and tapped his chest, his chin jutted out. "You do it or I will." Kurt shook his head and reached up to flip off the inducer, shimmering back to his familiar blue form—tail and all. "Better," Logan said and stepped out of the way for both of them to go in with him.

"Much," Kate agreed, relieved to be able to see him again. She was definitely not a fan of that inducer; she much preferred to have an actual line of sight on her partners.

Kurt let out a low whistle as they stepped inside. "The Princess has changed since you ran it, mein Freund," Kurt said as he took in the extravagant outfits and high stakes gambling going on. "It seems almost a shame to wreck it. Almost."

"Let's just play it by ear," Logan said, reasonably just before he simply started the fight with the nearest bouncer that was headed their way.

"I like this plan," Kate agreed as she spun into a kick that doubled the second bouncer.

Kurt raised an eyebrow before he bamfed away, moving the bouncers closer to Logan's claws or dropping them from near the ceiling to fall on the gambling games, more often than not breaking the tables or worse.

By the time they'd cleared out the bouncers, and most of the clientele had run out the front door, they heard someone bark out an order—and as promised, a massive wave of ninjas poured into the Princess Bar, through shattered windows and bashed in doorways, diving in to attack the three of them.

"Finally!" Kate said, grinning broadly as she pulled out arrows two or three at a time and was clearly enjoying herself as her bowstring twanged happily.

For a moment, Kurt was nowhere to be seen anywhere in the room as Logan and Kate enthusiastically cut down ninjas two and three at a time, but when he reappeared, it was with some serious firepower—for him. Three cutlasses, one in each hand and one wrapped in his tail, were helping him to cut his path through the ninjas—and Kate actually had to grin his way, laughing to herself as he stood there holding three separate fights with well armed ninjas.

When Kate had shot through the ninjas closest to her and found the time to get a breath, she knew she had to take a second and just… watch as the two X-Men fought through the ninjas. She'd never seen this kind of fight before, and it was a little bit spellbinding—especially the swordfighting. And honestly, it was unbearably adorable watching the bamfs with their own little blades. She shook her head to keep from laughing as a chorus of little growls filled the air when a group of them attacked a small knot of ninjas—and then she got back to work, smiling a little to herself.

"Gettin' better with that third one, Elf!" Logan called out over his shoulder with an obvious grin as he turned the ninja's weapons against them. "Got a sec to take me to the suite?"

"For you—of course!" Kurt said with a matching grin before he simply bamfed over to grab Logan and then disappear again, only to return at Kate's side to continue the battle a few moments later.

"What's in the suite?" Kate asked between arrows.

"Viper," Kurt replied, blocking one attack and slicing into a different assailant at once. "I was right. She wasn't happy to see him. At all."

"Should we, I dunno, help with that?"

"She nearly hit me with one of her darts," Kurt admitted. "I'd say if we don't have regenerative healing abilities, we should leave the exes to settle their differences alone."

She thought about it for a second and then nodded—she didn't want to step into that mess. Instead, she tipped her head to the side to indicate the wave of ninjas still headed their way and grinned. "More ninjas for us, then."

"Don't you worry about that," Kurt said, his smile only widening. "This is only the first wave."

"With promises like that, I may just have to keep you both," she teased.

"How lucky for us," Kurt countered with a cheeky grin.

As they worked through the last of the ninjas—and just before the second wave arrived, the door to the suite all but exploded as someone or something threw Logan through it and back out to the main hall. Kurt zipped away just long enough to keep Logan from hitting the floor before he returned to a spot near Kate with their little guide.

"You two miss me?" Logan asked, bloodied and clearly a little stoned, with a handful of darts sticking out of him.

She looked him up and down and then looked over at Kurt with a teasing sparkle in her gaze. "Of course we did. It's not a party until we have a high Wolverine—don't fall over on me," she said, taking just a second to push her hair out of her eyes between waves.

"Just a heavy dose," Logan said with a slur as he waved off the idea before the next group of ninjas poured through the window. "It'll burn off in a few minutes."

"Well, we'll just handle these guys in the meantime, then," she offered. "You take a nap or something."

"Nah," Logan shot back with a grin, taking more damage than he had been before—his reflexes a bit off from the poison. "I'm good." With that, he headed right for the leading edge of ninjas and seemed to turn up the heat until the three of them had cleared the bar not only of ninjas and Viper's bodyguards—but the entire place was completely trashed to boot, leaving the little team standing in a whole lot of mess and slightly panting.

"So," Logan said as the chandelier fell to the ground with a crash. He was once again half-dressed and partly covered in blood. "What's the next stop on our 'welcome home' tour? Russia, Japan, or Canada?"

"Which one has the most trouble?" Kate asked with a sweaty grin as she caught her breath, hands on her knees. "Let's go there first."

"I'm not sure we're quite ready for that," Kurt said. He sheathed his swords and considered their options for a moment as the dust was finally settling around them. "Let's start with Russia. AIM had a lab in western Siberia last I heard."

"Refuel and head out then?" Logan said, looking Kate's way.

"First we make a pit stop. I have been reliably informed to make you two drink water and eat food and get sleep," she ticked off on her fingers each point with a crooked grin and her hip cocked to one side.

"Water?" Kurt asked with a twisted up expression. "That's … cruel. We've whiskey to be drunk."

"And then water," Kate said, hands on her hips. "I have a weather witch to have a sleepover with, so you have to play by the rules for five seconds."

"I can go along for five seconds," Logan said as he tried to find a clean spot on his clothes to wipe the blood from his hands. "You okay with sushi? I know a place."

As she shrugged lightly and nodded, she was searching through the debris to collect her spent arrows. "I like sushi. As long as nobody's wearing it."

"That would likely mean more ninjas," Kurt said, crossing his arms over his chest. "And likely you mean that place in Japan." Logan nodded at Kurt's assumption.

"Japan next then so we can follow the Goddess' instructions," Logan said with a shrug. "Besides—it's closest." He turned to Kate. "Those places where people wear it are for sleazy businessmen. I'll take you to the best sushi joint in the Eastern Hemisphere. No California rolls."

"No arguments on that front," Kate said. She was used to a more sophisticated selection of food anyway—or else pizza. There didn't seem to be much in between. And plus, he was right about the sleaze. He was so right about the sleaze. She was never ever going to get over the sleaze of wearing that stuff. Just the thought of it had her pulling her arrows out of the nooks and crannies with a bit more enthusiasm.

"Whadda ya say, Elf?" Logan asked Kurt's direction with his best, most innocent expression. "You're in charge of keeping us out of too much trouble."

Kurt looked between the two of them and gave an exaggerated shrug. "Japan it is, then."

"But—in the morning," Kate said. "Unless neither of you actually need eight hours' sleep and I'm stuck crashing on a jet floor?" she teased.

"No, we'll take a room," Kurt said with a smirk as he took a few steps her way. "Food, whiskey—and maybe water if we're really desperate."

"Good. I'm kind of starving," she agreed with a wide smile, putting away the last of her arrows. "Apparently, keeping up with you two takes it out of a person." She paused and looked over both of them before she turned a teasing smile Logan's way. "Any recommendations for a good place to stay? I'll buy this time, seeing as you're… very much off the bank books."

"Broke, you mean?" Logan offered. "Yeah, I know of a few places."

With that, Logan led them to the far side of the island and pointed Kurt—in his inducer so that he didn't look covered in debris and blood—to the right place. He and Kate waited outside for Kurt to get to the room and then bamf them up. When he did, he had already turned the inducer back off, and the little bamfs seemed to be making themselves at home.

"I've already got room service on the way," Kurt promised as Logan went to quickly wash off the visible blood and Kate got a good look at the room that overlooked the ocean.

She couldn't help but head for the balcony with a little smile as she watched the rhythmic tide, and a few bamfs followed her, already clamoring for attention again. "I hope they've got enough to feed your small army," she teased Kurt over her shoulder as she ruffled a bamf's hair, and the little guy had his tail wrapped around her arm to swing around.

"I ordered enough to feed Logan three times over—so we should just scrape by," Kurt teased, joining her outside to lean on the metal balcony with a sideways smirk.

"It's no wonder he's broke, then," she said, grinning back. "Diet like that."

"Can't help that I'm not a cheap date," Logan replied as he'd stepped out from his quick clean up - much less bloodied and in fresh clothes.

"It's good to have standards," she shot back with a teasing grin before she turned back inside to settle onto the couch and immediately start playing with about five bamfs at once when they pounced on her as soon as she was seated. They didn't seem deterred by her tickling at all and just seemed to keep coming back for more.

"Be careful," Kurt warned. "If they decide you're friendly they'll never leave you alone." He gestured to Logan, who was sharing his whiskey with three of them.

"They haven't already decided that?" she asked as she finally managed to sit up a little straighter and corral a few of them away from her. "I've gotta work harder, then."

When she turned back to look at one of them, the little fella kissed her cheek. "Bamf," he said with a goofy grin.

She absolutely melted into a huge grin and kissed the top of his head. "I'm keeping them," she announced. "I know you said they're yours, but that's a dirty lie. They're mine now."

"They have their own minds," Kurt agreed, though he glared at the offender just the slightest. He looked Logan's way and had to turn away from the ridiculously smug look on his friend's face as Logan grinned and poured himself a bit more to drink.

"So you didn't ask the little guy to kiss me?" she said. She was laughing with her head tilted almost upside-down on the couch underneath her little pile of imps.

Kurt watched her a moment with a look of amusement on his face at her antics. "No, I'd do that myself," Kurt promised as he took a seat near her. "I can't let them have all the fun."

She just laughed again as she absently ruffled another bamf's hair, though she sat up straighter so she could look at him properly with her tongue between her teeth and a grin that meant trouble. "No, can't have that," she agreed.

"Well don't let me stand in your way," Logan said as he got to his feet and drained the remaining whiskey from his glass. "I'm sure I can find something to do. I'll go take a walk to start. See what's changed in Madripoor and leave you and your flock of baby demons to play with your Hawk."

"Don't get into too much trouble without us," Kate said, waving her hand his way without looking at him. "No hogging all the fun fights for yourself."

"Little ol' me? I wouldn't dream of it," Logan said with a wink as he crossed the room, tucking in his shirt as he went. "You two go ahead and do any damn thing you think I would."

"I am clearly not stabby enough to do that," Kate teased.

"I've got other qualities you're not familiar with that haven't got a thing to do with stabbing or slashing." He paused at the door and gave them a quick, very obviously troublemaking grin. "Good for you Kurt knows all about my rep—and has a few ideas of his own, I'm sure."

Kurt was just smiling and shaking his head as Logan slipped out of the room before he turned back to Kate as the door closed. "I'm … sorry about … him," Kurt offered. "I know he probably thinks he's being subtle."

"I don't mind, really," she promised, entirely relaxed as she waved it off. "He's actually more subtle than some of the other people I run with. You should meet the lesser Hawkeye.""

"I have, and Logan is capable of being subtle—he just chooses not to in moments like this."

"I've been the only girl—or one of the only girls—on the team more times than I can count. This really doesn't even begin to move the meter," she said, smirking the slightest bit as she was halfway watching for his reaction.

"Be that as it may," Kurt said with a smooth tone. "I wasn't teasing earlier, but I can stop if I've made you uncomfortable."

The smirk turned into a genuine smile. "No—don't stop on my account," she said quickly as she sat up a little straighter and even leaned forward the slightest bit.

"Yours is the only account that matters in this situation," Kurt countered as he covered her hand with his. "And I refuse to make you uncomfortable if I can help it."

The grin widened as she shook off a couple bamfs clinging to her arm still, and she scooted closer so she could properly tap him in the chest. "So are you going to kiss me or do I have to ask the bamfs to give you another nudge?"

"I'd hate to make you wait that long," he said before he leaned in and pulled her into a kiss. The little bamfs left her alone for the time being, and when the kiss ended, she had to smirk at the little line of them that were watching them from the foot of the bed, their heads in their hands as they laid on their stomachs.

"We have an audience," she said in a teasing whisper, though she didn't make a move to put any distance between them, her breath on his cheek as she said it.

"I hope that's not a problem," he replied in a low near-whisper. "They really do know when it's time to go elsewhere."

"Oh good. Because they're cute and all, but there are some things I don't do."

"Rest easy, vögelchen," Kurt replied. "I'm not that much of an exhibitionist."

She draped both arms around his neck to kiss him again with a whispered, "I'll be the judge of that."

"You are a troublemaker," he replied with a wide grin. "When do we start?"

She grinned back at him and then tilted her head to see that the bamfs were no longer lined up. "You tell me."

Kurt raised one eyebrow as he took in the total absence of his little blue buddies before turning his attention fully back to Kate. "I'm sure Logan can find a place to stay tonight," he replied.