Hi! Okay, once again, kind of a short chapter. I apologize, but I had to cut it off somewhere. I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank my lovely consistent reviewers who leave reviews for just about every chapter: malicious fairy and PyroWhore.

Thank you two and please continue to review! And to all other readers if you want the glory, THE SHEER GLORY, of being noted in my little intro-thingy, you better start reviewing.

So, I hope you like it! I was gagging while I was writing this but I know that Kurt and Ororo would be like a walking cliché for the sappiest of all relationships so I forced myself through it. Next chapter is going to be Scott and Logan putting up Christmas lights (should be interesting), Piotr and Warren helping ten brats with decorating the tree (poor Warren) and Bobby, John, Marie, Kitty, and Jubes making gingerbread houses (mwahaha).

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Scott's voice rang through the halls of the mansion over the intercom.

"All students remaining at the school over the Winter Recess please report to the Recreation Room immediately for a brief meeting to discuss some work that needs to be done to prepare the mansion for Christmas, Thank You- LOGAN! DON'T TOUCH MY CLIPBOARD-"

John rolled his eyes as the intercom switched off and trekked towards the Rec Room. He had hoped he could avoid Warren today. Bird-brain was still a little pissed from when they went looking for trees and had gotten into an annoying habit of calling for Marie every time he saw John. Marie could still make ice.

He walked into the Rec Room and sat down next to Bobby, who had saved him a seat.

"Hey," Bobby whispered.

"Hey," John whispered back, slipping his arm around Bobby's shoulders. Marie 'humphed!' somewhere from behind the pair.

John rolled his eyes. That bitch was tap dancing on his very last nerve. Would a little subtlety kill her? Just for once?! "What did you see in her?"

"She and Kitty ask me the same thing about you just about once every day."

"Well for one thing, I can do this," he pulled Bobby into a kiss and heard another angry huff from behind, "Without killing you."

"That makes me sound so shallow."

"That would be my influence."

"You're not shallow…"

John gave him a look.

"Okay, maybe a little shallow."

"That's right Bobby, so don't you go getting ugly or I'll have to find another boyfriend."

Bobby opened his mouth but was silenced when Scott cleared his throat for everyone's attention as he saw the last of the remaining students walk into the Recreation Room, chatting with their friends or just looking bored. The group consisted of Kitty, Bobby, John, Marie, Jubilee, Warren, Piotr, and about ten younger children who didn't want to or weren't welcome to go home.

"Okay," he began, "Since there are so few of us this year, we," he gestured to Ororo, Kurt, and Logan, who were standing behind him, "Are going to need some help with the decorating."

A collective groan escaped the lips of the assembly and John muttered, "Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes, Mr. Allerdyce, I am serious and watch your mouth or I'll make you clean the bathrooms. Now as I was saying, I have a list here of all the assigned jobs and who is going to so them."

Logan grunted, "Only you could make decorating for Christmas a chore."

"It is a chore. There is a lot of work that needs to be done. Now, back to my list. Warren and Piotr, you two will take the younger children and decorate the Christmas tree. The ornaments are in the attic and the tree is in the main hall."

"Why do I always get the worst jobs?"

"Warren, that is not the worst job -"

"Shut up, bird-boy. The reason One-eye over here stuck you with that job is because the kids like Piotr and Piotr's the only one with the God-given patience to put up with a whiny brat like you!" Logan said. He and Warren had never gotten along that well.

"I'm rather forced to agree," Scott said with a guilty look in his eyes, "But, in not such rude terms. Now, back to the list."

"Of course, how could we forget the list?"

"Would you let me do my job, Storm? Okay, Storm, you and Kurt are going to be doing the baking because, well you're the only two we trust not to totally screw it up."

"Um, thanks?"

"Marie, Bobby, John, Jubilee, and Kitty, you five will be in charge of the gingerbread houses and gingerbread men."

"No way!" John protested, "Can I switch with Warren?"

"Stick to the damn list!"

"Langvage, Scott," Kurt warned sarcastically.

Scott ignored the comment and continued, "And finally, Logan and I will be putting up the Christmas lights."

"Ok, now I have a problem with that."

"No one cares, Logan. I volunteered myself to work with you because, as the leader, I shouldn't subject anyone else to work with the biggest asshole I've ever met."

"Oh, no," Marie said, "He can't be, because you've met John."

"Ya know, Marie, from this distance you're still within firing range."

"Johnny, leave her alone!"

"I don't recall asking for your input," Johnny told his boyfriend jokingly.

"JUST DO YOUR DAMN JOBS!"

Every student and even the adults jumped up and scampered out of the Recreation Room. When Scott got really mad, any he got really mad when the mocking of his sacred list was concerned, he had a temper that could rival Jean's.

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"So, vat are vee baking?" Kurt asked Ororo, who was busy bustling around the kitchen, apparently looking for something.

"I'm not sure, but, knowing Scott, he probably left a list-AH HA!" Ororo picked up a piece of paper that lay on the counter near the refrigerator, "Okay, we're supposed to make brownies, sugar cookies, and those baked apples with the cinnamon glaze."

"Oh, those are delicious! My mother used to make those ven I vas younger. I still remember her secret recipe," he chuckled to himself, "Even after all zeez years."

"That's great!" Ororo exclaimed, measuring out some flour for the cookies, "They'll turn out amazing! What's the recipe?"

"I can't tell you," Kurt said in a teasing, singsong voice.

"What? Why not?"

"Because it is a zecret!"

Ororo mocked offense, "I feel insulted. Aren't I special enough to get to know?"

Kurt tapped his chin as if deep in thought, "Hmm… Nope."

Ororo stuck her fingers into the flour jar and flicked some at her blue companion. Her attack hit dead on and the bright white flakes shown strong against Kurt's blue skin.

Kurt sputtered a little. Some flour had gotten in his mouth, "You did not just flick flour at me."

Ororo tapped her chin in a similar manner as Kurt had, "Hmm… yeah, I did."

Kurt grabbed a small handful of sugar and threw it at Ororo. She retaliated with more flour. Soon the two most "responsible" adults in the house (Scott aside of course) were throwing food at each other like a couple of kids.

Kurt finally decided to up the ante and threw an egg at Ororo. She let out an "eep!" and jumped back. The egg splattered on the floor. Ororo stepped forward to grab more ammo and slipped on the goopy mess. She stared to fall backwards, her head dangerously close to hitting the corner of the counter top.

Kurt bounded forward and grabbed the African beauty before she hit the counter. Unfortunately, the maneuver was awkward and the two of them fell, ungracefully, to the eggy, floury, sugary, just plain disastrous floor.

Ororo sat up and attempted to brush some of the flour off of herself.

"Thank you, Kurt," She said, "I was about to hit my head pretty hard wasn't I?"

"Yes you ver. Ororo I am so sorry. Zat vas my fault. I threw zat egg. You could have been hurt very badly!"

"But, I'm fine. It wasn't your fault, Kurt. We just got a little crazy that's all. I'm not gonna lie to you, I was about ready to go for the eggs too. You were just closer to them."

"If ziss is vat I missed as a teenager, I certainly missed out on a lot."

Ororo laughed, "Being a teenager isn't just about throwing eggs. Don't get me wrong, that's a big part of it but… Oh my god, Kurt! You have egg in you hair!" She laughed like a schoolgirl who just noticed that her friend had a pen-line their face. (A/N: and if you've ever been in that situation, you know how funny it is)

"As do you, my beauty," Kurt told her.

"We must look like we just went through Hell's bakery!"

Kurt chuckled and grabbed the counter in an attempt to stand up. He did so with some difficulty and extended his hand to help Ororo up as well. She stood and slipped again, but this time Kurt caught her earlier and he was steadier on his feet.

Ororo was suspended in his grip around her waist. It was the only thing separating her from the hard kitchen floor. She tried to regain her stance but the floor was just too slippery. She wrapped her arms around Kurt's neck and tried to steady herself.

"Don't let me fall," she breathed.

Kurt pulled her closer and looked into her eyes, "I'll never let you fall," he whispered.

"Good."

Kurt leaned in and kissed Ororo softly. She kissed back and wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck. He responded by wrapping his other arm around her waist. Even amongst the disaster that was the kitchen and the hammering coming from above them on the roof, for that moment everything was perfect.

And this time, Ororo thought, I have yet to hear a single crash.

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