Kurt stood in the kitchen starring at two large bell peppers on the counter. Having cleaned up the aftermath of the incident from earlier, he decided to cook once the sun had went down. He was only making a meal for himself, not Logan. Whom was currently waiting out in the hall with his arm folded against the wall, territorially monitoring who came near the Kitchen. He had persisted on staying in the kitchen with Kurt while he cooked, but not being able to keep his big hands to himself, Kurt pushed him out, not in the mood to fool around after today's events. Logan swore that if he wasn't able to stay in the kitchen with him then he would stand outside the door the entire time. So… in retaliation, which was Kurt's personality, he decided to make peppers with chicken stirred in them. Logan hated peppers… If he was lucky, maybe the smell would drive him away. The entire thing was redundant. Kurt could teleport and there was a backdoor to the Kitchen with outside access.

As Kurt washed and pulled out the top of the peppers, slicing them, and scooping out the seeds, Kurt thought to himself. Scott was going to be very disappointed tonight. He promised he would have everything set up on the roof regardless of Logan's actions, but Logan had threatened Kurt that what he would do to Scott as a consequence would make level 9 in the Danger Room look like high school wrestling. And judging from the duck taped Ikea kitchen table and all the shattered bowls Kurt threw away off the drying rack, he believed him.

He finally dropped the sliced bell peppers in the warm, thin layer of oil in his frying pan. Kurt, who liked to cook, found the cooking instruments in the Xavier institute to be warn and well… misused and mistreated. He bought his own cooking supplies, non stick surfaces and such, of which Kitty soon took a fork to and ruined while making banana nut bread. Kurt had almost killed her. He figured now… if he couldn't get up to the roof for his Olive Garden take out, Scott's promise, that he would at least be able to comfort himself by engorging on something else.

"Is THAT what your making for dinner", asked a voice behind Kurt as he turned and saw Scott, a very handsome Scott. Kurt was surprised, almost jumping at his smooth voice.

Scott wore a dark blue button up with black jeans, he was wearing some sort of cologne and obviously had just shaved. And, of course to match, he also wore his dark violet sunglasses. His biceps really showed in the shirt he wore, causing Kurt to have to shake his head a bit before he spoke.

"Shhh, keep your voice down. I MEAN it. Logan is right out in the hall", Kurt urged at Scott who had a cocky grin and an attitude.

He craned his neck over Kurt and starred at the peppers which were now popping in the skillet. "That doesn't look like a very filling meal, if I know you", Scott made comment.

Kurt turned around and turned off the stove and moved the skillet. He quickly turned back to face Scott, worried he was checking his backside out as Logan seemed to always do these days. "Scott. Listen to me. You. Are. Straight. Logan's straight. What the hell is going on with everyone around here. Has Magneto put drugs in our water?" Kurt asked sarcastically. He started moving away from Scott but found himself pulled back in one rough, swift movement.

Scott was strong, much stronger than he looked. Kurt's head was against Scott's bicep and chest, supported by his forearm and looking up into his eyes. Scott gazed down at Kurt with hungry eyes, though they remained hidden. "Maybe its just because of how damn beautiful you are", Scott whispered as he lowered his head and locked his lips to Kurt's perfectly.

Kurt struggled… at first. Scott's tongue was more fitting to Kurt's mouth, and instead of relying on rough force and luck, Scott used technique and precision. "Mrhmmm", Kurt whined as he stopped fighting back and let Scott have his way. He could have teleported away… why didn't he? Slowly, Kurt's eyes closed and he soon found his hands in Scott's brown, ever styled hair.

Scott pulled away looking accomplished. "I knew you liked me better", he grinned with a competitive smirk. "After what you did with Logan last night in the woods, I suppose I have to even the odds now don't I", Scott grunted while trying to kiss Kurt again.

Kurt flinched and slid out of Scott's arms. "You SAW", Kurt blushed ten shades of red. "That wasn't anything… I don't know why Logan did the stuff he did or feels the way he feels… He claims it 'just came over him'", Kurt tried to explain mixing lies with truth. "If I had the chance to do it over again, I probably wouldn't. Now I'm just scared he's going to get tired of me. I don't let myself get worked up over people", Kurt spilled his guts to Scott, who was just smiling taking it all in.

Scott inched forward. "Looks like he's got it as bad as I do. I don't know if its some pheromone your releasing Kurt, but you are just so God damn SEXY", Scott moved closer and closer with each step. "If you wanna be with a REAL man, you got one right here ready to go. You went down on Logan, show me what you got", Scott said as if it were a normal pick up line. He placed a hand on Kurt's hip.

Kurt burst out in laughter as Scott compared himself to Logan. Scott saying he was more of a man than Logan brought tears of laughter to Kurt's eyes. Scott seemed to catch onto what Kurt found so funny, and quickly got mad.

"What the hell's…", Logan was interrupted by what he saw as he stuck his head in the kitchen to find the source of the laughter.

Within two seconds the kitchen door was off its hinges, and Kurt found his short little head between two buff chests as Logan and Scott screamed in each other's faces. He quickly put his mind monologue in German to prevent from hearing it all and block parts out. Kurt slid out from under them and made his way for the backdoor as pushing started between them. He didn't sense it would get as bad as earlier… his head hurting from a migraine.

Kurt rested his body against a weeping willow tree in the backyard. The moisture from the melting snow was cold and felt refreshing against the back of his furry head. Something happened, Kurt didn't see. But he felt something sharp and foreign touch his shoulder, just at the collar bone, and send a jolt of power through his body. It caused his teeth to rattle and his eyes to shutter. Every pore seemed to vibrate on his body as he collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, and was carried off into the trees…

HOURS LATER

Kurt shook awake, flashing his arms and legs as he found himself in cold, beat up living room. The fire place was tarnished; the wall paper was pealed and chipped. The ceiling looked almost caved in. As he glanced from the carpet to the hallway, he recognized where he was.

The Brotherhood House.

"Lo LOGAN", Kurt cried allowed standing weakly, shaking his legs as he walked to the door. It was locked. Dead bolted. Unlike the lock at the mansion, this one required a key on the inside to undo the dead bolt. Kurt thought for a moment, closed his eyes and visualized the outside of the mansion, then his room. As his energy gathered and built to port to his destination, an invisible forced meshed into his muscles and bones, ripping him back into the physical world. His teleportation was grounded.

Kurt, scared as a rabbit trapped in a garage, noticed a strange house arrest type bracelet around his ankle. It had a faint, glowing light on a box connected to a metallic ring which was tight around the bone. There was a place for a key to go, of which he assumed turned it off. That had to be what was keeping him from moving from place to place.

"Good evening", Sounded a French voice from the top of the stairs. Kurt turned and looked up. He had seen that man before, a few times with the brotherhood but for the life of him couldn't remember the man's name. He had reddish brown hair and a slight goatee. He wore a tight black t shirt with faded blue jeans and as he walked closer, he saw his eyes… red eyes. "You've been out for a few hours. I was starting to worry", the man said. Funny, Kurt was good at reading people and he could tell every word this man said with his strange southern accent, hinted with French, was sincere.

"Remy Lebeau", He spoke as he stepped uncomfortably close to Kurt placing a hand on his shoulder, smoothing out Kurt's tension. "Don't worry little cherie, I wont bite. Unless you ask first", He teased. Oddly enough, Kurt giggled back gently with him. Damn, this man really was a charmer.

"Uh… Don't you work with the Brotherhood? Ganby, or something right?" Kurt stammered as he asked the questions, nervous to find out anything bad. The man had a very nice body, Kurt noticed.

"Gambit, my aka name", He laughed lightly in his accented voice. It was soft and musical to Kurt's ears, yet strong.

'Oh what are you doing Kurt. He probably has this charm with everyone. Don't fall for it. Stand your ground, NOW', Kurt adjusted his footing along with the stability of his libido in his mind.

"OH, you're the guy with the exploding cards right?" He asked as Remy nodded with a sexy grin. "Why did you kidnap me", Kurt asked softly as if it were something normal.

Remy held up a stun gun and shook it in his hand. It had obviously been used. He tossed it to the sofa and returned his attention to Kurt. "Sorry for the bad accommodations of getting you here. But I swear I carried you over my shoulder every step of the way. No draggin", Remy smiled with a wink. He moved Kurt to the sofa, pushing aside the stun gun and putting an arm up on the back of the seat, slightly around Kurt' shoulders; trying to comfort him.

"Well", Kurt almost laughed at the southern manors and humanity of his captor, "Wha what do you want?" He finished asking as evaluated his kidnapper up close. He smelled delightful, and warm. He supposed, if you ever mixed Scott and Logan's personalities together you might get something close to what was in front of him. Well, maybe add the bad boy and civility dualities a LITTLE more extremer.

"I wanted to meet you. I know that I couldn't very well just knock on your door, and if I approached you at school they would probably call the cops. Besides, Logan's been keeping an eye on you lately hasn't he?" He gave Kurt a wink.

"How… how do you know about Logan and me?" Kurt asked shaking a bit, as if he was in the principal's office. Remy moved in closer to Kurt's face by the moment. Before he could answer Kurt interrupted again. "And don't you think that kidnapping me is a bit extreme for just a meeting", Kurt said bewildered.

Remy laughed. He reminded Kurt of the Greek God Dionysus. He was classy and mannered, yet as he spoke with the tone and attitude of a philosopher, the words and actions that came out were pure madness. It struck Kurt with such curiosity.

"Ha ha, your right I suppose dear one, I just wanted to ensure we wouldn't have any interruptions", Remy whispered defiantly. "I've been watching you for some time now Kurt. I asked the Brotherhood to clear out and give us the house to ourselves this evening, so feel free to speak honestly and without fear of judgment. We have all evening, and however long you wish after that", his voice was silk. "I'm going to be blunt. Would it satisfy you if I were to court you", he asked with his southern charm as he stood and walked about, back and forth, in front of Kurt. "It would bring me much pleasure", he added.

Kurt just sat there, stunned as if hit by the gun again, that someone (other than Logan or Scott) would kidnap him just to bag a date. "I'm flattered but", he groped for a lie, "but I'm in love with Logan", he admitted. The scary thing was, Kurt wasn't so sure if he was lying with that excuse.

"And have you made love with your beloved Wolverine", asked Gambit, talking with his hands slightly with a grin that spelled trouble.

Kurt nodded fast, not taking his eyes off his future diary entry. Chapter Gambit=20 pages long, he calculated in his head.

"I've got a little somethin here pointy ears, that might change the way you look at your precious Logan", Remy said dropping two files on Kurt's lap. Ole' Gambit came prepared, just incase his charms didn't land Kurt in his bed. If he couldn't get an immediate relationship kicked off with his desire, this domino of towers he was about to knock over would certainly put him in the running in front of Logan at least. One was grey and the other looked like one of the manila folders that Xavier kept in his private drawers that no one was suppose to read… not that Kurt knew anything about those. "Read the grey one first", Remy instructed. "Ill still be standin right here when you finish", he ended, "I'm not goin nowhere cherie". Remy crossed his arms and kept hawk-like eyes on Kurt.

Kurt slowly opened the Grey folder first, and started to read.