A/N: Yes! I own the characters, and the show, and YOU! Oh...never mind. It all belongs to real people with official copyrights and stuff. Too bad.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Kurt worried.
"Come on, Kurt," Kitty dragged him down the hallway. "I'm like, not stupid enough to show a picture of us to anyone."
That morning, Kitty had suddenly decided that the whole gang needed to assemble for a first annual X-Men group photo. She insisted that it be done in uniform. That meant the picture would include Kurt in all his fuzzy glory.
"Line up!" the photograph-obsessed girl shouted as they reached the front lawn. "Tallest in back. You sit there." She pushed Kurt into the front row and went to set up the tripod.
"Everybody smile!" Kitty called as she looked through the viewfinder. "Don't anybody dare mess this up!"
Evan quickly removed Scott's bunny-ears.
Kitty pressed the time-delay button and raced to get inside the frame.
Click.
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Kurt fiddled with his locker. Stupid small numbers. There, it was open. He shoveled books into his backpack.
"Kurt!" a shrill voice yelled in his ear.
He spun around and slammed the locker door, accidentally catching his tail. He swore under his breath and tried not to look like he was in major pain.
It was Kitty's friend Amy, holding a pencil and an enormous clipboard. "Hey," she said through a really stupid grin. "I'm starting a Junior Friends of Humanity club for Bayville High."
The bottom of Kurt's stomach dropped out, which was interesting, since his stomach didn't usually seem to have a bottom.
Either he was good at hiding all of this, or Amy was completely oblivious. "I'm collecting e-mail addresses so I can send everyone information," she continued. "Can I get yours?"
'Better go along,' Kurt thought. 'Don't want to be an obvious opponent.'
"B-a-m-f," he spelled, "at bayville dot org."
"B-a-m-f," Amy repeated as she wrote. "What's that stand for?"
"Brotherhood Against Mutant Fiends," Kurt invented quickly.
"Awesome!" Amy gushed. "Can I use that as our chapter name? Thanks a lot!"
Kurt was afraid she was going to try to kiss him, but fortunately she ran off down the hall. He continued stifling his scream of pain and started trying to open his locker again.
Evan came around the corner and noticed the look of extreme anguish on his friend's face. "What's the matter, K-man?" he asked, leaning against the next locker.
"Slammed my tail in the door," Kurt muttered back.
"Ow..."
"I already know that, dankeschoen."
The locker opened. Kurt tried to rub his invisible appendage inconspicuously.
The warning bell rang, and the two boys ran to their first classes.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Kurt worried.
"Come on, Kurt," Kitty dragged him down the hallway. "I'm like, not stupid enough to show a picture of us to anyone."
That morning, Kitty had suddenly decided that the whole gang needed to assemble for a first annual X-Men group photo. She insisted that it be done in uniform. That meant the picture would include Kurt in all his fuzzy glory.
"Line up!" the photograph-obsessed girl shouted as they reached the front lawn. "Tallest in back. You sit there." She pushed Kurt into the front row and went to set up the tripod.
"Everybody smile!" Kitty called as she looked through the viewfinder. "Don't anybody dare mess this up!"
Evan quickly removed Scott's bunny-ears.
Kitty pressed the time-delay button and raced to get inside the frame.
Click.
**********
Kurt fiddled with his locker. Stupid small numbers. There, it was open. He shoveled books into his backpack.
"Kurt!" a shrill voice yelled in his ear.
He spun around and slammed the locker door, accidentally catching his tail. He swore under his breath and tried not to look like he was in major pain.
It was Kitty's friend Amy, holding a pencil and an enormous clipboard. "Hey," she said through a really stupid grin. "I'm starting a Junior Friends of Humanity club for Bayville High."
The bottom of Kurt's stomach dropped out, which was interesting, since his stomach didn't usually seem to have a bottom.
Either he was good at hiding all of this, or Amy was completely oblivious. "I'm collecting e-mail addresses so I can send everyone information," she continued. "Can I get yours?"
'Better go along,' Kurt thought. 'Don't want to be an obvious opponent.'
"B-a-m-f," he spelled, "at bayville dot org."
"B-a-m-f," Amy repeated as she wrote. "What's that stand for?"
"Brotherhood Against Mutant Fiends," Kurt invented quickly.
"Awesome!" Amy gushed. "Can I use that as our chapter name? Thanks a lot!"
Kurt was afraid she was going to try to kiss him, but fortunately she ran off down the hall. He continued stifling his scream of pain and started trying to open his locker again.
Evan came around the corner and noticed the look of extreme anguish on his friend's face. "What's the matter, K-man?" he asked, leaning against the next locker.
"Slammed my tail in the door," Kurt muttered back.
"Ow..."
"I already know that, dankeschoen."
The locker opened. Kurt tried to rub his invisible appendage inconspicuously.
The warning bell rang, and the two boys ran to their first classes.