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"Hallo, Liebe..."

Rogue smiled behind her napkin as Kurt entered the room. His eyes locked with hers and his soft, golden irises flickered with admiration. She was pretty sure what the German word meant now, as he'd used it so much the night before. Love. "Hello, Love..." Rogue had never known a man who was so quick to pledge love in her life. Usually, you were walking on air when a hottie casually stated "You rock" or the ever-rare "I like you." But no. He loved her.

"What's for breakfast?" Logan entered the kitchen looking particularly sour. He hadn't slept much the night before and though he could see that Rogue's eyes looked just as weary, she didn't seem at all fatigued. He wondered why and it irked him.

"Why so chipper this morning, kid?" He reached down and ruffled Rogue's hair as he made a bee-line for the the other end of the room and put frozen waffles in the toaster.

Rogue smoothed her hair and looked across the table at Kurt. His eyebrow raised as if to say "Oh, I see how it is..." The thought of her dumping Kurt for her old crush before the relationship was even underway was too funny, and she cracked up, covering her mouth with a napkin.

"What?" Logan turned on his heel and stared at them. Something was different, strange. "Like I said, 'why so chipper?'"

"I uh... had a good night?" This time, Kurt held his napkin to his lips as he snickered. Suddenly, they both realized how that must have sounded to someone like Logan, and they looked across the table at each other. Both of them howled with laughter. Logan stared up from his waffle. He didn't like this one bit.

After they'd finished laughing, Kurt mumbled a Hail Mary in scrambled German and blushed, feeling embarressed. He never would have thought of something like that before... She was really getting to him. For some reason, he didn't mind. He smiled a little and hoped that he would be forgiven for something mild as the small joke.

Now Logan was sure. He REALLY didn't like this... Slowly, he sunk into his chair at the kitchen table between them and looked from Kurt to Rogue. What the hell had that all been about? Not what he'd thought, of course... It was impossible because of Rogue's mutant powers. She couldn't touch anyone and that certainly means they couldn't have... Anyway, if they'd even tried it, Kurt wouldn't be here at the dining table eating a grapefruit to tell about it. Still... he didn't believe it had actually occurred, but the secret looks and energy flying across the table spoke that it might be a future possiblity. This put Logan in a particularly particularly sour mood.

"AND there's no syrup! My luck!" He poked the dry waffle with one of his steel claws and had made up his mind to impale it when Scott entered the room.

"Logan, the Professor wants you in his office and--- What in God's name have you done to that waffle?"

"At least it used to be a waffle..." Rogue smiled, the napkin over her mouth once more. Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and said nothing, though his smile gave him away.

"...What's going on in here?" Scott raised an eyebrow and looked around the table.

"I don't know! Ask them!" Logan pointed an accusing finger at Rogue, then Kurt.

"I don't think I want to know. C'mon, Logan..." Scott turned on his heel softly and walked out of the room. Logan eyed both Kurt and Rogue suspiciously for a second, then got up and followed Scott out. Now alone, the two smiled at each other and he reached across the table to take her hand.

"How are you?"

"Fine." She felt herself blush almost as quickly as his skin touched hers.

"So..." He smiled sheepishly and she couldn't help but love his childlike manner. "What are you doing today?"

She let her eyes smile again, as well as her lips. "Well, apparently, I'm going out with you..."

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It was late. Rogue dropped her purse on the floor and tumbled into bed. She closed her eyes and burried her face in the pillow. They'd gone to the park, the museum and he'd taken her to dinner. While in the museum, he continued to get stares from humans who found him more interesting then the hanging art. She watched his reaction with almost pity.

"I don't mind it so much anymore when they stare at me. I just don't make eye contact. Most of them just want to make sure I won't steal any of the paintings or scare their children. When I don't respond to them, they find me less of a threat."

Slowly, she'd wrapped an arm around his waist and he'd stared at her, surprised.

"I think you're handsome, Kurt."

He blinked and a slight smile crept over his face. "Really?"

She grinned back. "Yeah." And in front of a skeptical-looking, middle-aged couple, a pack of old ladies, and a visiting elementary school class, she gave him a sweet and innocent kiss, signing away her heart. By that point, she was gone. Mabye it was fate that she could kiss him and not Bobby. Maybe it was meant to be.

Her face mashed in a pillow, she heard a soft knock at her door. She jumped up instantly, her mind flooding with Kurt's face. When she threw open the door, however, she saw someone she really didn't expect.

"Logan! C-c'mon in... What're you doing here?"

"You just got home?" The elder checked his wrist-watch. "When did you leave?"

"'Round twelve... Why?"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's nine o'clock now... Who were you with?"

Rogue bit her bottom lip. "Kitty?"

Logan shook his head and held up one finger. "No. Strike one."

"Erm... Bobby?"

"I keep up with the times! You guys broke up. Strike two."

"Uhm............ Some other kid you don't know?"

Silently, he held up a third finger.

"All right, all right!" She surrendered and sat down on the edge of her bed as he remained standing by the wall. "It was Kurt..."

"Good girl. Now... what the hell were you doing with him?!"

"Uh... We went to the park... to the museum... and... to dinner..."

"Oh." Logan nodded and then got a brain. "WHAT? That sounds like a DATE! Was that a DATE?!"

Rogue stood, shaking her head violently. "No! No no no no no!.... Well... maybe..."

"Rogue!" He turned and started to punch the wall but didn't want to send the whole school toppling to the ground. "Why did you DO that?! What--- Who--- HOW?!---"

"When, why?" Rogue tried to finish for him. This didn't go over well.

"Not funny! I'm saying WHY in the WORLD would you go for a guy like HIM?!"

Rogue smiled, knowing that he was trying to be protective of her. She was flattered but he really didn't know Kurt like she did... O-of course, maybe that was a good thing.

Thinking this, she laughed and Logan glared, not wishing to be made a mockery. "C'mon, Rogue! Answer the damned question!"

Trying to hide her smile, Rogue shrugged. "Oh, I don't know... He's just so nice, and funny... And he calls me Liebe..." Logan stared, obviously not getting it. "Th-that means 'love'... He says he loves me..."

"Oh, ROGUE!" Logan turned away from her, wondering if she'd hidden Kurt in the closet or something. Whatever the case, he'd find that blue asshole and beat the hell out of him for leading Rogue on.

"Why, Logan, you think no one can love me?" Rogue looked down at her hands, feeling an ocean forming behind her eyes.

"Rogue, no... Its not that, its---" Logan sighed, defeated. He sat down on the bed next to her, trying to find the words. "Its just that you shouldn't rush into things like this. Apparently, it didn't work out with Bobby and that's okay... You don't have to run out and get a new boyfriend as soon as you lose---"

"He can touch me, you know."

There was a pause before anyone spoke. Turning to face her, Logan raised an eyebrow.

"...What?..."

"It doesn't hurt him if he touches my skin. He's, like... immune to me or something. I don't exactly know how or why... But... he is..."

Another pause. Logan spoke. "You sure?"

"Yes, Logan, I'm sure..." she sneered. "I would know."

He looked over at her and took a deep breath. "How?"

"I don't know... He says its fate."

"And you believe that?" Logan's eyebrow raised, and he watched as Rogue's lips slowly turned up in an involuntary grin.

"Yes... I suppose I do."

"Look, it's late." Logan stood and started to leave the room. "We'll talk about this in the morning..."

"You were the one who came in here."

Logan glared. "Don't start. I'm going to bed. I suggest you do too."

"I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah, yeah... Goodnight."

Logan walked quickly down the hall and to his room. Glaring out the window, he could only imagine if he was actually worried about Rogue's safety with this guy or if he really just needed something to do. Maybe he just had too much time on his hands. He hoped to God it was only that.