Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!

By: XMENobsession

AN: Yay!!!! October 14th is my Birthday!!!!!! Happy Birthday to me!!!!!!!!!!!!! As a gift, you should all review my story! I'm so happy with this chapter. Nothing reallyhappensper say, but it leads up to a lot of things happening. I've already got the next chapter pretty much planned in my head, so it shouldn't take too long to write it. Enjoy this one, REVIEW, and tell me Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for Trixie Breyer!

Chapter 10

"I'm bringin' sexy back…"

When Kitty got home, she found Kurt in the living room watching TV. He smiled at her and she guessed that he was back to normal. "Hi."

"Hey Kitty."

"Um…so what's up?"

"Not much."

"You feeling better?"

"Ja."

"Good. What was it? I mean, what made you feel better?"

Kurt bent down and picked up a large, empty fast-food bag. "Rogue took me to Uncle Bill's Burger Hut." Kitty giggled and sat down next to him. They watched t.v. in silence for a few minutes as Kitty argued within herself.

He's my friend, he deserves to know. I don't even have to tell him that I'm dancing with Pietro, just that I'm going to be in the competition. I'd want him to tell me. He was so looking forward to this. How am I supposed to tell him that instead of him, my friend and teammate, I'm joining with Pietro Maximoff? It's impossible! Plus, mentioning the word 'dance' might set him off again, and who knows how many burgers it would take to get him back to normal again?

She looked over at him and saw that he was looking at her with a very worried face. She gave him a comforting smile. "You okay?"

"Yes. It's just…" he stopped.

"Go on. You can tell me."

"Kitty, remember when I asked you to join the da… the competition with me?"

"Three days ago? Yeah, I remember."

"Vell…" he looked down at his hands. "I have decided zhat it vould be in the best interest of my mental health if I stayed away from da… da… you know what I mean. At least for the time being. I'm very sorry, Kitty. I know how much you vanted to compete, but I just don't think zhat I'm up to it." He looked at her. "Are you angry?"

Kitty couldn't believe it. He had given her the perfect escape. She was a happy that she could have kissed him, but she didn't because that would have been awkward. Plus, he was too fuzzy…

"Kurt, I'm not mad at all! I mean, I completely understand where you're coming from. You've had a traumatic experience and you need time to recover, even though you still won't tell me what that experience was…"

Kurt shivered. "Ugh! And I don't think zhat I ever vill."

"Either way, it's perfectly acceptable if you don't feel up to dancing. I can always find a new partner."

"Really?"

"Really. You don't have to worry, Kurt, and you definitely don't have to feel bad."

Kurt was simply shocked. That had gone much better than he thought it would. "Thanks, Kitty!" he said, and teleported out of the room.

Kitty leaned back into the couch and smiled to herself. It had all turned out perfectly…

"Kitty!"

She jumped at the sound of Scott's voice. It was then that she remembered the pencil fiasco.

"Kitty! Where are you?"

She dashed off the couch and up the stairs to her and Rogue's room. Then she slammed the door shut, jumped into bed, and pulled the covers over her head. Rogue, who was reading on her own bed, just shook her head.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The next day at school was just like any other. It was Kitty's lunch period and she was dreading her next class, as usual (who doesn't hate the class after lunch?) She pulled out her notebook and began to search through her notes because, with her luck, she'd wind up having a pop quiz that day. As she opened her book a paper fell out. She picked it up and realized that it was the information about the dance competition.

Kitty had only read the first line when she was interrupted. "Hey Kitty."

She looked up and saw an all too familiar face. "Hi Lance."

Lance sat down next to her. They were outside, underneath a large oak tree that gave them just enough shade. "What are you doing out here?"

"Just…thinking. You know, keeping to myself." She was trying to hint to him that she wanted to be alone, but he wasn't catching on.

"So…um…did you happen to see Pietro yesterday?"

Kitty was very taken aback by this question and Lance definitely noticed. "I was just asking because he came home later than usual yesterday and he wouldn't tell me anything. I asked all of the X-Men, well at least the ones who would talk to me. I figured you guys would know if he got into any trouble. Don't you have a police scanner in that mansion of yours?"

Kitty began to calm down. "No, we don't. What gave you that idea?"

"Well, you're always there whenever a crime is committed…"

"That's because we have such wonderful timing."

"Oh, of course…so did you see him?"

"No," Kitty quickly lied. "I haven't. Sorry."

"All right then. I guess I'll see you around." As he turned to walk away a piece of paper fell from one of the books he was carrying. Kitty picked it up. "Lance, wait! You dropped your…" she looked at it. "…party flyer? What's this about?"

He swiftly snatched it away from her. "That's nothing!"

"It is not. Let me see it again."

"No!" He held it above his head so that she couldn't reach it.

Kitty let out a very annoyed huff and crossed her arms. "Fine then, I guess you just don't want to invite me to your super-secret party. That's okay. I understand…" She pouted and made a face that looked like she was about to cry. Lance couldn't hold out long, no one with a heart could.

"Fine, here you go."

Kitty excitedly clapped her hands as she bounced up and down waiting for him to give her the flyer. When he finally did, she read it over hungrily.

"Wow, it's in a warehouse?"

"Yeah, I thought it'd be cool."

"Well it certainly sounds cool. The address looks familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it before… I'm sure it will come to me. Oh, it's on Friday the 13th?"

"Uh-huh. I figured it would be a fun sort of theme thing. Do you like it?"

"I think that it's a great idea, but I'm busy that day."

"Oh. What are you doing?"

Kitty tried to think of a good excuse. She had just read on her Dance Competition Information Sheet that that was the first day of the competition. Unfortunately, she sucked at making up excuses. "Well, I'm certainly not dancing, that's for sure!" She shoved the flyer into Lance's hands and ran off.

He was, naturally, confused. He expected this kind of behavior from Pietro, not normally-sane Kitty. The bell rang and he didn't have enough time to think more on the subject. All he could do was cross out the date and rewrite 'Saturday the 14th'.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Do you have any idea on the idea of dance you're going to do?" the instructor asked. She, Kitty, and Pietro were back at Bayville Park, prepping for the competition. Both dancers agreed that this was the best place to practice because of the privacy they would get. They didn't need a member of the Brotherhood or an X-Man spotting them. Trixie agreed because it was close to her house.

"Not really," Kitty said, answering the question. "I know lots of dances, but I'd also like to learn some new ones."

Trixie shook her head. "I'm afraid there's no time for that right now. You guys signed up kind of late. Maybe you can learn a new dance for the next stage of the competition."

"If we get there," Pietro added.

"I'm confident you will. Now come on, we need a dance!"

Kitty thought. "We could foxtrot. We both know how…"

"Yes, and you can do it well too. All right then, you shall foxtrot. Now we need a song…"

"Can it be a cool song?" Pietro asked. "I mean, the past few times we've dance together it's been to classical music. I'd like something a bit more modern."

"Classical music is art," Trixie argued. "But I understand if you don't appreciate it. Do you have any suggestions?"

Pietro smiled broadly and stood up on the bench he had been sitting on. "Why don't we dance to that new Justin Timberlake song?" Then he began to sing. "I'm bringin' sexy back…" He began to dance as well, but the old bench couldn't take that kind of abuse and caved in underneath him. Kitty, who was sitting next to Trixie on a perfectly stable bench opposite of him, began to laugh. Even Trixie let through a smile. Pietro quickly stood up, brushed himself off, and glared at Kitty. She stopped laughing, but you could tell that she was cracking up on the inside.

"I'm not sure if that particular song would be appropriate. What about you Kitty? Do you have any songs in mind that you'd like to use?"

Kitty only shook her head 'no'. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth she would start laughing again and she'd never be able to stop.

Trixie sighed. "I'll think of something. I'd like it if the song somehow represented the two of you…" Pietro had begun to poke Kitty and to get back at him she stood on the bench and reenacted his fall. "…but that might be difficult."