A/N : Do I detect a hint of NightSilver? Read it however you wish...

Kurt :

Without a doubt, he was one of the most beautiful things that Kurt had seen in this new and dazzling world. Though he had seen spectacle and splendour in the Circus many times, America was so much brighter and more splendid, and the people he had found himself amongst! Each one so self-assured, so kind, so happy to show him their country and their world. How could he be anything but overjoyed, with so many wonderful people around him? Like the acrobats in their sequins, Peter caught his eye like a beacon from the start, so dazzling in his shiny silver jacket and shoes, with that hair that caught the light and almost sparkled, simply breath-taking to behold in motion. Nobody had ever caught Kurt before he met Peter, and it had only added to his overall admiration of the older boy.

The others taught him a great deal about the American way of life, about the wonders of the Mall and the treasures inside, but Peter had taught him his most valuable lessons. Had been appalled to find out how limited Kurt's experience of music was. With generosity he had soon come to realise was highly characteristic, Kurt had come back to his room one day to find a brand-new stereo sat on his bed, a box of cassette tapes beside it carefully labelled in Peter's surprisingly neat handwriting.

They listened to some of them together, Kurt swinging from a lampshade by his tail as was his habit, feeling more comfortable up there. Peter stretching out on his bed, looking up at him and chatting long into the night. Kurt began to see why the music was so important to him, began to associate him with it. Would listen to certain songs by himself, and hear in the words and melodies a depth of feeling that Peter found difficult to express in any other way. Sometimes an anger, a call to justice, sometimes plaintive longing for acceptance and peace, sometimes a happiness that bubbled up through the songs. Those evenings after class spent with the older boy, both lost in the music he would bring over, Kurt felt that he was privileged to see behind Peter's cool act to the philosophical, intelligent man underneath.

He knew showmanship. He knew misdirection and flashiness and how to blind the audience with your dazzling feats and never let them see behind the smoke and mirrors. Knew too that somehow, though he had never even been to the Circus, Peter was a natural showman. Not when he was sharing his music, though. They would talk quietly – Kurt of Munich and his adoptive parents, of his life in the big top and his few adventures. Peter would tell him things that Kurt did not think he told anybody else about his past.

They went to classes and lunch and training together, Kurt like a little blue shadow by his side, became a double-act of fun and games that some dreaded and others merely laughed at. Pitted speed against teleportation taking unspoken turns to go easy and let the other win, built a playful and unlikely bond that had some of the students wondering if there was not more to their friendship. Peter had only laughed when he heard those rumours, grabbed Kurt in a tight hug and planted a kiss on his lips, leaving Kurt to exaggeratedly bamf! away and wipe his face off, but join the laughter. Learned from Peter not to care what anybody thought or chose to believe about him, and simply to trust that he was just as he should be.

Nobody, not even the Professor had done so much to help Kurt realise that though his appearance was frightening and strange, he was a valued and much loved member of the team, and for that he loved Peter dearly. Would never see any harm come to him on missions, always looked first for him when he had a free afternoon to spend, saw in him a sweet and generous soul who would surely be forgiven any of his past indiscretions, now living a remarkably Christian life for someone who was not Christian. Peter was the sort of person that Kurt thought God would make an exception for, and welcome gladly into Paradise. Admired his ability to make others feel better and even tried to emulate it, feeling as if simply knowing Peter made him a better person.

Many of the others students had gained Kurt's admiration, but none had won his heart the way that Peter had.