-A/N: Here is the second chapter to "Heartbreaker". I decided that I might as well continue it, seeing as so many of you wanted something more. Although this chapter isn't very eventful, it does deal with Kitty's emotions and her feelings towards Kurt. The next chapters will have more Kurtty-ness, I promise.

-Now, to explain the situation. Basically, Kitty and Kurt were never going out. Kitty was finally approached by Lance (earlier) and Kurt and the two of them told her how they felt for her. Kitty was then forced to make a decision (which is where this story begins) between the two. Thinking of taking the easier way, she chose Lance out of her desire to have a 'normal boyfriend', which leaves her doubting her shallow decision and Kurt to mope over the loss of his katzchen.

-Diclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of X-men: Evolution, just this fic.

-Heartbreaker

-By Selene Tsukino

It had been a week since I last talked to him. As each moment passed… as I watched him BAMPF just to get away from me… as I stared at the sulfuric smoke with tear-filled eyes…I felt regret. Regret stabbed at my heart like a sharpened dagger, pain filling my entire body as I dealt with the aftermath of our argument. I hurt my best friend…I broke his heart…and for what?

Sighing in despair, I gently placed my book on my stand. I could always say sorry… but my pride always got the best of me. Maybe it was better this way. At least now I'll stop crying to him about all my problems and stop leading him on. But who else will I turn to when I need a friend?

Glancing over at Rogue's empty bed, I felt my lips curve into a small, sad smile. Although I don't mind Rogue, the idea of her comforting me was both scary and shocking. She's a great person but she'd most likely slap me upside the head and say, "Get ova yurself, sugah!" before actually hugging me and telling me everything would be alright. God, how I need Kurt!

I felt tears sting my eyes for like the thousandth time this week. I missed how he would BAMPF and scare me….I missed his jokes and dazzling smile….I missed how his arms fit around me perfectly when he let me cry on his shoulder….but most of all, I missed him just being there, even if he wasn't talking to me, he would be just there for me. But, I guess Lance is supposed to take his place now.

Wiping away me tears, I reminded myself to remain calm and cheerful. Then, I pulled out my pink cell phone and dialed Lance's number.

~*~*~*~*~

Absently, I walked down the halls of the mansion, trying hard to concentrate on my novel. After putting off my earlier attempts to get some reading done, I decided now was better than ever since Lance eventually had to leave to 'do' something and keeping myself distracted would help me forget my problems.

Speaking of forgetting problems, I probably should have stayed in my room or at least went out to the mall or something. Turns out that walking down the halls, not paying attention to where I'm going, and also not listening to the shuffling of feet moving within my path was the worst way to avoid them, as I was about to discover.

It took only 2 quick seconds for the worst of my fears to happen. Within the first came the startled yelp of surprise, the big crash, and the tangling of two bodies on the hallway floor. Within the second came the shuffling of the tangled bodies untangling, the rubbing of the sore backside (his, not mine. I landed on top of him) and the stomach-churning realization of who I ran into.

"Kurt?!"

The shock and I-wish-I-were-dead tone of my voice echoed throughout the hall. Although a part of me was all nervous and anxious, I felt more fear than anything else. I wanted so much just to reach out and hug him…but I don't deserve his compassion.

I looked away from his beautiful yellow eyes, feeling my heart thud rapidly against my chest. Based on the past events of this week, I expected that cloud of sulfur to fill my nostrils at any moment and for my eyes to tear up again…but after the silence that followed, I found the courage to look at him. He seemed to have no intention of running from me.

"Sorry, Katzchen," he muttered.

He stood up and politely extended his hand, helping me get back on my feet. I absently dusted at my pink tank top, distracting myself from the nerve-wracking tension between us. Why do things have to get so complicated?

Feeling like a complete idiot, I asked, "So…what have you been, like, up to?"

His eyes became downcast and I inwardly cursed myself. It's only so obvious that both of us have been miserable!

"Vell, I have been valking to school…"

"Yeah. I noticed."

Silence followed.

How much more of this can I take?

I shifted on my feet, suddenly finding my sneakers to be fascinating. And then I felt it. I felt that single tear make its way down my cheek…dripping onto the edge of my chin…falling to the floor with an echoing splat…

I needed him now. If only to wipe away my tears…or to take me in his arms…or to tell me how great I was and flash me his dazzling smile…

Instead, he did the one thing that I never thought he would do.

"Later, Katzchen."

His voice sounded dead to me. And all I could do was let the tears fall as he walked by me, oblivious to my very existence. With each step that drove him farther away, I felt my heart drop farther down into my stomach, drowning as the realization of everything became clear.

"I guess I deserve that…"

~*~*~*~*~

Rogue was in our room when I arrived back, lazily sprawled across her bed and reading an article on some new gothic group. She barely bothered to look up as I collapsed on my bed, trying my hardest to hold back my sobs. But, then again, her comforting me would just be weird.

And although I didn't expect her to comfort me, I expected her to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, which, at the moment, became more of a silent plea than an actual expectation as I felt her gloved hand lightly grasp my shaking left shoulder.

"Ain't his fault, ya know."

Lifting my face from my pink comforter, I looked up into her olive eyes questioningly.

"Ah know yur cryin cause he ain't around much," she started, "but how could ya blame the guy?"

At that moment, I realized that there was more to Rogue than her "touch me-and die" attitude. It almost didn't kick in that she obviously understood what was going on. Maybe her reclusive ways made her more aware of the people around her. Or maybe she had talked to Kurt about it.

I sniffled loudly, registering what Rogue had said.

"You, like, talked to him, right?"

Rogue nodded, remaining as calm as possible although I could tell she was angry.

"As much as ah hate ya for what ya did to him," she started, "Ah guess ah can understan why ya did it."

"I didn't want to, like, hurt him or anything. I just took the easy way out."

She gave me a strange grin.

"Ah can tell. Settlin for Lance? That says it there. Ah know ya care for him, sugah, but he ain't the one yur thinking bout all the time. Why not jus give in?"

"And go out with Kurt? I can't! I hurt him enough as it is. If I chose him over Lance, I'd only end up hurting him. Kurt and I could never have a 'normal' relationship. I mean, like, he's-he's-"

"A furry-faced freak, right?"

Her cold response gave me a cold chill. And as much as I would like to think that I wasn't being shallow…I couldn't help but feel the need to stab myself as that comment hit home.

I swallowed nervously, carefully choosing what to say.

"I…I just don't want to hurt him…"

My voice sounded even more pathetic to me, like a childish whine. I say this over and over again but does it really mean anything to me?

"An bein with someone else ain't hurtin him?"

As much as I would want to tell her to shut her trap, or that our situation was none of her business, she was right. I know that she wasn't purposely torturing me but only sticking up for her adopted brother.

She looked at me with new found seriousness and I felt myself shudder under her gaze. Her expression grew cold and her eyes screamed all the words that I know she couldn't bring herself to say to me. Then, without compassion, she absently stalked back to her bed and plopped down into s sprawled position.

"By the by, sugah, Lance called."

Again, I couldn't help but shudder through the coldness of her voice.

- To Be Continued

- Selene Tsukino

-A/N: Please review and tell me what you think so far. Yeah, I know that this chapter sucks but the next one will be a hell of a lot more exciting.