Disclaimer: Is it really necessary fo rme to do this every time I write a chapter? I mean, it's kinda obvious I don't own them and never made them up… {hint, hint- they would be together by now instead of Kitty pining over… Lance…}
Summary: Christmas has finally come {and, yes, I know Kitty is Jewish, but I want her to celebrate Christmas with the Institute people.} and the exchanging of presents is now come. What did Kitty and Kurt get for each other? This one might be slightly more whimsical then the last two chapters.
Note: If I screw over their accents, I apologize. Remy has come, but I don't know any of the newbies but Jubilee and Bobby, so they're the only two I'm gonna put in here. Have fun! Oh, yeah… Go me! I'm actually updating this rather rapidly. If it's not as good as it could be, it's cause I'm not editting or anything. Raw material here, guys. ^_^
Christmas morning and all students lay awake in their beds, though the head of the Institute knew it. It's rather difficult to hide anything from a telepath. Fortunately, the Professor had agreed to allow everyone to come out of their rooms at around 6:30; any later and Logan would have their heads. And so, at 6:30, a little puff of smoke and a cheery, "Gutte morning, mein friends!" appeared in each of the rooms as Kurt accompanied the wake-up bell. Too happy to be let up, no one even thought to yell at the fuzzy one.
When Kurt arrived in the shared room of Kitty and Rogue, he merely smiled at his sister before sweeping Shadowcat into a brief yet intense kiss, in the middle he teleported out of the room and into Scott's. There were still a few people left to awaken. Actually, the chronicler should mention that some did take insult at Kurt's cursory wake-up call, occassionally calling him such things as, "Bastard", "Damn monkey", and the teller of this tale's favorite, "Homme putain!" The last, of course, from everyone's favorite Cajun, Remy LeBeau. Luckily, the Christmas spirit permeated the School for Gifted Youngsters and curses were all that were flung at the beloved Kurt.
Pretending to grumble angrily, all of the students assembled in the lobby, which would be closed that morning so Kurt wouldn't have to wear his hologram. All manner of pajamas were worn from the classic flannel pants and T-shirt worn by Scott to the old style night gown {and I mean gown}worn by Jean, to the short shorts and tank top worn by Kitty to Rogue's full body, slippered night outfit. Kurt, not surprisingly since he had no need of warmth, merely wore a pair of boxers for modesty's sake. After a few moments of discussing everybody's sleepwear, the time to open presents had come and all set to with religious zest.
Kitty's slender fingers slipped over every label to be sure the present was not from Kurt before opening it. On the way back from the mall the two had promised to exchange gifts later where things would be more private; besides, they both had things that needed to be said before any hopes of a relationship could go any farther. As she continued unwrapping the gifts piled before her, Kitty soon realized that Kurt must have decided to do as she had- leave his gift for her up in his room. This way there could be no "accidents" occurring because of feigned ignorance. Of course, neither truly wanted to open anything from the other in the company of the assorted mutants now gathered in the lobby. An overjoyed shriek echoed through the room as Rogue opened a present from Remy; one of the few times she actually game up pretending she disliked the love of her life. The Shadowcat couldn't wait until she opened her gift from Kurt.
Speaking of the fuzzy, blue one, he sat all the way across the room from his Katzchen. They didn't quite want everyone knowing they were going out yet. The only two people who might be able to find out would be the Professor and Jean, but neither would actually be told. At a muffled giggle from Kitty, Kurt looked over, eager for any glance of her bright eyes and smiling, shining lips. He found himself rather glad he had asked Evan to get Kitty's gift out from under the tree and returned to his room. Surprisingly, Kurt learned as he resumed opening his presents, tearing the paper apart became child's play because of the strength centered in his all of three fingers total. Even with the fact that he had been rather solitary, Kurt had always enjoyed Christmas; his foster parents would give him a few homemade presents and he would give them some as well. Then, his foster-mother would actually make a humongous dinner, which he usually ate all but what they wanted. Growing boys, especially mutant boys, require quite a bit of food. Grinning, Kurt returned his attention to the speedily dwindling amount of gifts under the tree.
"Professor, may I, like, be excused? I, like, have a few things I need to do." Kitty looked hopefully at Charles Xavier over the dining table.
"Of course you may, Kitty. If you expect to be gone for lunch, take some food with you. Dinner will be served at five, so don't eat too much for lunch." Nodding to emphasize his point, he watched as Kitty hurriedly phased through the ceiling into her room.
Watching her go, Kurt bolted the last of his food, also turning to the Professor, "Herr Proveszor, can I be excused as vell?"
The Professor hid a smile as he replied calmly, "Yes you may, Kurt. Make sure you take a little bit of food for lunch as well. Not too much though."
Admonished, Kurt grinned and bamfed to his room to collect the two poorly wrapped packages meant for the angel known as Shadowcat. He then 'ported to Kitty's room, grabbed her around the waist and 'ported to the kitchen where Rogue and Remy were doing the dishes, whispering quietly together. Hurriedly, the two nabbed some crackers and a thing of peanut butter before Kurt teleported them the last of the way they would be going. When Kitty finally opened her eyes, she found herself reclining under a small grove of willow trees.
"Kurt, how'd you, like, find this place? It's beautiful!" she smiled at him as he sat down beside her.
"The Proveszor told me about it. I vas told iv none vound it bevore Christmas, it vould be mine. None have, so here I am." He looked down at the brunette next to him. "Vith you, my Katzchen."
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