Hey everyone! Like I promised, here's chapter four! Woohoo! Though I know it's not a week later, but whatever.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of the characters from it. I only own my character – Sam Nightingale – and all of her friends back home.

After ten or so minutes passed of Sam becoming irritated and annoyed of New York, it was finally decided they would have boneless, skinless chicken. At the moment, the young brunette sat at the kitchen table with her face buried into the palm of her hand. Kurt walked over to her and poked her arm a couple of times.

"Vat is vrong, frauline?" the German boy asked as he stopped poking Sam and sat down beside her.

A few seconds ticked by before the girl through her hands up into the air, "I MISS ST. LOUIS!"

This sudden outburst startled the boy beside her, causing him to fall out of his chair and onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor. As the noise of the chair hitting and scraping against the floor sounded through the air, Sam glanced over to Kurt. Smiling – and laughing – she stood up from her chair and helped the boy up.

Now as she faced him, Sam smiled sheepishly, "Sorry about that," she rubbed the back of her head.

Kurt held a slight grimace on his pale features as he rubbed the side of his skull, "It's alright. Zou didn't mean it."

Sam laughed lightly at the boy's face as the two walked into what the girl could only imagine as the grand foyer. A stair case was to her right and to her left was the door – a door with beautiful glass work – with windows flanking either side of it. Gasping, Sam was amazed at the shier size of the room; it didn't even register in her mind all the other small, yet beautiful, details. Across the foyer, the girl's blue orbs spotted another girl, one with red-brown hair with her bangs pure white.

"Who's that?" Sam asked Kurt as she tilted her head looking at the girl; for some odd reason, she had a feeling the two would become good friends.

Kurt followed the brunette's eyes and saw the girl she was talking about, "Oh! Zat's Rogue! Come on, I'll introduce zou!"

With that Sam was dragged to the other side of the room, not even getting a chance to utter a single word.

"Rogue! I vould like zou to meet, our nevest member, Sam!" the German boy stated excitedly as he pulled the girl forward.

The girl – Rogue – looked Sam over for a moment with a raised eyebrow as she cocked her right hip out and place her hand on it.

"Hey," she stated in a southern draw.

"Hey," the young girl stated, as her thoughts wandered to the idea that people from St. Louis had an accent that was very distinguishable like someone's from Brooklyn, Texas, or Australia.

Shrugging her shoulders at the thought, deciding she would ask someone later about it, Sam turned her attention back towards Rogue. As her blue eyes fell on the girl, she saw the girl's slate gray eyes narrow into a glare and Sam was curious as to what she did to receive Rogue's dirty look. It was then Sam realized the glare wasn't meant for her – or Kurt – so she turned around to see a certain redhead. Sam, acting like a child, stuck her tongue out at Jean's retreating form. Turning back around, Sam cocked her right hip out and placed her hand on it, mirroring Rogue.

"So," the blue eyed girl started, "You don't like Jean either?"

Rogue's attention was brought back to the new girl in front of her as a smirk etched its way onto her face, "Yeah. Ah can't stand her."

As she said this, a wide smile – it probably covered half of her face – was plastered on Sam's face, "I think we're gonna be good friends Rogue."

This in turn, made Rogue smile, "Ah believe we will."

And with that, Rogue was on her way to the kitchen – or that's what the young brunette believed. Averting her attention back towards the German boy, Sam found him staring at her.

"Hi…" she dragged out the one syllable word as she leaned away from the boy; it freaked her out a little to turn and find someone starring so intently at her.

Kurt shook his head and a light chuckle escaped his lips, "Uh, sorry about zat."

"It's… okay," Sam settled for saying, though if she found him doing that again she may have to hit him – the look was creepy.

The German boy took the lead and began to show her around. He showed lead her over to the kitchen, but at the last minute he opened another door right next to the kitchen. It was the dining room, which was huge. Sam's blue eyes were as wide as saucers as she looked around the room in astonishment. She did a 360 and turned back to face the pale boy.

"This place is huge!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes still wide.

I guess it has to be, seeing as how this school has to accommodate so many students, Sam thought to herself as she tried to get used to the drastic change from her home.

As the boy led her out of the dining room, they ran into a boy with tan skin and unruly black hair.

"Oh sorry," Sam apologized to the boy.

The boy smiled, "It's okay. Hey, I've never seen you around, what's your name?" the boy asked.

Sam smiled, "Yeah, I'm new. Name's Sam, you?" she returned the question, seeing as how he didn't introduce himself yet.

"Roberto, nice to meet you," and with that he walked past Sam and into the dining room.

Not have given the chance to finish a proper greeting, the brunette rolled her eyes and turned to Kurt, "Alright Kurt. I've met Kitty, Rogue, Jean, you, and Roberto, how many others are left?" she asked; Sam did not want to spend the whole day meeting new people – that's what a new school is for.

The boy stood there for a moment with his index finger to his chin as he thought about her question, "Vell, zere's Amara, Ray, Jubilation, Bobby, Evan, Jamie, Rahne, Tabitha, and ze other Sam. Oh, and Scott, but zou saw him in ze kitchen earlier."

The young blue eyed girl just stood there – her eyes wide as can be – and just stared at Kurt, "That's a lot of people."

The boy laughed at her, "Ja, but zou get used to it."

Kurt began to lead her back towards the kitchen, to see if the food was close to being done or not, as Sam mumbled, "I highly doubt I'll get used to it."

Kurt laughed upon hearing the girl's comment as he pushed the door open to the kitchen. The two looked around until they spotted Ororo. The African-American's eyes locked for a moment with Sam's.

Smiling, she answered their tacit question, "About another twenty minutes."

Nodding, the duo left the kitchen and wandered into the foyer. Sam turned her brunette head to the German boy next to her and a wide smile etched its way onto her olive face.

"Let's go back to my room," she suggested.

Kurt smiled and nodded his head as his hand grabbed hers. Glancing down for the briefest second, Sam looked at their conjoined hands. Suddenly her world was spinning and she leaned against Kurt for support. Once everything stayed in place and stopped spinning, she found herself – along with Kurt – in her room. Sam narrowed her blue eyes and turned her gaze towards Kurt.

"Warn me next time, will ya?" she asked of him as she made her way to her bed – stumbling a few times; she was not at all used to that feeling.

Kurt came to sit beside her, an apologetic smile on his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry Sam."

Said girl laid back on her plush and cool comforter and looked up at the ceiling to notice a fan. She hadn't noticed that before. Shrugging her shoulders, she watched as it spun around and around and soon realized that wasn't helping her with her dizziness problem. Sam wondered how long she and Kurt just laid there, not saying a word. She leaned forward and propped her weight up on her arms. She was about to ask Kurt something when he beat her to it.

"Vat's zour power, Sam? Zou haven't told me yet," the boy began to beg as he clasped his hand together in front of his face, his lower sticking out in a trade mark pout.

Sam smirked as she thought about telling him or not. An olive index finger placed itself on her chin as her blue eyes looked upward, as if the ceiling held the answer. A small noise left her closed lips, a 'hmmm' of sorts. Her smirk grew as she lowed her finger and her eyes averted to the boy's wrist, and then to his face.

"How bad do you want to know?" she asked slyly.

Kurt's dark brown eyes lit up at the chance of finding out the odd girl's powers, "Really badly! I'll do anyzing!"

That was all Sam needed to hear. The smirk that was etched onto her face seemed to become permanent as she looked at the German boy.

"Run – and I mean run, no teleporting – around the school butt naked," Sam loved to mess with people.

The sparkle in the boy's eyes disappeared quickly as he backed up slightly, "Vat?"

"You heard me. Or, do you not want to know?"

Kurt thought about it for a moment. Humiliate himself in front of everyone he lived with, only to find out the brunette's power?

He shook his head, his midnight blue hair practically flying, "I zink I'll pass."

Sam raised an eyebrow in an amusing way, "Any particular reason why you won't? Ashamed of something?"

The German boy's blush was more than evident on his pale cheeks, "Vat?!? No!" he stuttered out slightly.

Laughing, Sam stood up from the bed and walked over to the door and opened it, "Okay, whatever you say," she stated as she looked back at him with amused eyes.

Kurt walked over to her with his head hung low, in hopes his hair would cover up his blush. The brunette beside him shoved his shoulder lightly with her own. His brown eyes looked up to see her smile. It was somehow contagious and soon the boy found himself smiling as well. The two soon left her room and began to walk down the hall.

"Hold on," Sam heard faintly as Kurt's hand grasped hers.

In a matter of a second they no longer stood in the elaborate and gorgeous hallway, but instead in front of the door to the dining room. As soon as her feet touched back down on the ground, the St. Louis girl grasped Kurt's arm with on hand as her other grabbed her head. It was spinning again. She turned her head to look at the two Kurts, and gave them both a glare.

Said boy – who slowly became one again in Sam's eyes – raised his hands up in the air, "Hey, I varned zou zis time."

Sam rolled her eyes as a smile met her lips. Her one hand lowered from her head as her other let go of Kurt all together. The two proceeded into the dining room and she gasped. Everyone she had met and other's she had never seen before were there.

"There's so many!" she whispered to Kurt.

This time, it was his turn to laugh at her as the two walked down the side of the table until they found two open seats. Sitting down, Sam looked to her left – the side Kurt wasn't on – and so Rogue there. She smiled and said hi to the girl which was returned. The brunette began to put some food on her plate until sat down across from her. Jean Gray. Sam almost hissed, but stopped herself.

I hang out with too many cats, she thought to herself, thinking back to her old home where she and her parents had a few cats.

It was just something about Miss. Perfect that rubbed her the wrong way. And Sam had no idea what it was. Thankfully, her attention was soon drawn to a boy with brown hair and red glasses. She had seen him earlier in the kitchen. He had said hi to her.

"Hey, name's Sam, you?" the brunette asked, trying to be polite and make small talk.

The older teen smiled, "Scott Summers."

Sam smiled, and that was the end of that conversation.

How will I get used to so many people? She thought to herself as she glanced down both sides of the table and seeing nothing but faces.

Okay, so it wasn't a week, but I got it out pretty quickly considering the time it took to get the others out. So here it is in all of it's glory, chapter four. Haha. The next chapter will more than likely have Sam's first Danger Room practice - as a team. So, I'll leave you guessing as to who will be on the team, but it's pretty easy to figure out. So, I have a question, and I would love if you guys messaged me about it. What grade do you think Kurt is in? I'm trying to make this somewhat accurate, so if you guys have any guess, it would be helpful.

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