Title- 'What do I Want' part 2, electric boog... er, never mind. :)
Parings- Nothing but Scott/Kurt, baby
Archive- Ask, and ye shall receive
Disclaimer- I don't own X-men. Maybe in a 'What if?' universe I do, but certainly not this one.
Notes- Holy. MOLEY. It took me over a year to continue this fic, but I finally got it done. I had to shut myself off from the rest of the world, but chapter two is now ready for your reading pleasure. So what kept the continuation WdIW from being continued? Well, it's horribly cliched to say, but... real life got in the way. I went to college, dropped out, and am now trying to get back in. I got a job. My grandmother had to have an operation. I became a fan of Lord of the Rings. But then, X2 came out and I finally got my evil writing powers back. Now, before we get this thing started, lemme personally thank every one who reviewed this silly little fic, and getting me off my lazy ass to continue it. I hope it fulfills your expectations! ...It probably won't. ;_;
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead."

Just barely conscious, the only thing I was distinctively aware of at first was the pain in my back and neck. Must've slept wrong. When I was awake enough to open my eyes, I saw Kurt beaming down at me. I lay there for moment, trying to figure out what the hell Kurt was doing in my bed... until I realized that it wasn't my bed.

Feeling equal parts of contentment and guilt, I sat up, ignoring the stabbing pain in my back. Really must've slept wrong. "Uh... good morning." I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to seem perfectly at ease with the idea of being in bed with someone I was hopelessly in love with. "Guess I must've dozed off."

"Yeah, for six hours." Looking much too pleased with himself, Kurt pointed to the clock. "I'd probably still be asleep, but it turns out somebody snores." I felt relief sweep into me as he spoke. He looked more like Kurt, instead of the frail slip of a thing I had held last night. He smiled in a sort of teasing way, pushing his hair, which was messy even for him, out of his eyes, only to have it fall right back into place. I nearly pushed the dark strands back again for him, but managed to stop myself. Can't do that. Not anymore. It's morning, he's better. Feeling nervous, I stuffed my hands in my pockets, and after realizing how completely stupid that looked, I put them on my knees, and wound up looking way too formal.

"I should probably get going."

"...You could stay for a while."

I still have yet to figure out how I managed to keep my face neutral, save for a friendly smile. "Well, I could probably keep you company for a few minutes."

"All right." He suddenly seemed a lot shyer then he had a few minutes ago, scooting to the other side of the bed, staring at some unnoticeable spot on the wall, occasionally glancing at me, looking as if he was trying to make a decision he didn't really want to make. There was an unnerving silence in the air that seemed to stretch into eternity.

"Scott?" Kurt's voice echoed against the walls of his bedroom, startling me a little. He looked very vulnerable now, a shade of how he looked last night.

Uh-oh. "What is it?" I leaned toward him slightly.

"Did you... did you really mean what you said last night?" There was an urgency to his tone I had never heard before since I met him.

It took me a moment to realize what he was talking: when I had finally mustered up enough courage to tell I thought he beautiful. Hoping my face didn't look as red as it felt, I said without hesitation, "Yes, Kurt."

"Every word?" He was looking right at me right now, sounding almost frightened.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my usually dormant sarcastic streak, but not succeeding. "Yes, you unbelievably dense, but breathtakingly beautiful thing, you."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then moved toward me. "Well then," he said as he positioned himself so that he was nearly sitting in my lap, "I guess you won't mind if I try this." He touched my face, the fur tickling my skin.

I tried to pull back, but my body didn't want to respond. Couldn't really blame it. "Kurt---"

"It's okay, Scott." His face was just a few inches away from mine now, and he was running his fingers through my hair this time. He leaned toward me one more time, so he could whisper in my ear, "I heard what you said last night, remember?"

It was then when he kissed me.

It was soft and slow and surprisingly chaste, and it took everything I had not to break down and kiss him back. The one thing that held me back was knowing that I couldn't let it happen. I wanted it more then anything... but I couldn't have it.

"Kurt," I said in an even tone as I pulled away slowly, "...it's not that I'm not attracted to you, because, well, I obviously am. It's just... I don't think this is the wisest thing."

He took my hand. I tried not to think about how warm it was. "I don't think this," he said, emphasizing his point by squeezing my hand, "is supposed to be the wisest thing. I think that's the point."

Kurt was making it seem possible. Like everything I had secretly hoped for all this time could be had, if I was just willing to take it. But that was all it was. Hope.

False hope.

All I knew at that point was that I had to get out of there. Not looking at him, and not letting him talk, I said. "I'm sorry. I can't do this. I mean, I need to think. I'll be in my room if you need me, all right?" I was well out of there before even I knew I was gone.

"Scott? Hey, Scott?" Kitty ran up to me, looking like the picture of guilt and repentance. "I was, um, I was wondering if you could maybe tell Kurt how sorry I am for being a total insensitive jerk? I would, but I kind of doubt he wants to see me right now---"

"I think," I said, cutting her off, "that you should tell him yourself. I really think he'd rather see you then me right now."

With damnably calm steps, I walked away from Kurt, and back to my own misery and solitude.

Because that was where I belonged.
More Notes- Wait, where are you going?! You're gonna miss the rest of the author's notes! :) Okay, first off: the next chapter WILL be posted by the end of the week. I promise. Not that I've gotten past the the part that was giving me trouble, the rest of the fic will be much, much more enjoyable to write. What can you look forward to? Yummy yummy Scott angst, more Kitty, and naughty words.

Mercuria- Thanks for pointing out my spelling error! 'Definitely' is the bane of my existence. That word, and the word 'America'. Which is why I almost always refer to it as 'the states'. That and it sounds cooler. ^^

Once again, thanks to everyone who read the whole thing,
Mariko Azrael