Um, this is pretty short and nothing too exciting happens. Kinda a followup of where everyone is at after Kurt gets home.

Right, I've decided I'm not a Kurty fan even though I wrote one. (Because I just make so much sense like that lol) They are just so much more fun as goofy friends..but anyway. This is basically just an experiment of my own crazyness, like I said, I've never written a fanfic.

I'm also very sorry to any Kurt fans (I love Kurt, he's my favorite) that feel like I've made him into a big emotional wuss. That's not my intent, but it may have come across that way. And I'm majorly sorry about his accent...ever tried to write a German accent when you've never even heard a word of German and the only reference you have to how the accent would be is a cartoon and other people's writing? The German I used in this thing may be inaccurate as well. I used one of those free on line translator things and they're usually too literal. Since I doubt there is an abundant number of you that speak fluent German, I don't think it's a big deal.

Another thing, I took Kitty and Fred way out of character...so sue me lol. I'll work on that in later fics. (I triiied with Kitty, really, I did! I just failed...*sighs*)

Also, all you Evan haters out there...I like Evan hehe. Yes, I basically had to make up his character because he doesn't really have one, but then again, how many cartoon characters have amazing depth anyway? (Yeah, yeah, I know...some characters do, but you get my point)

Not that anyone really cares, but I just don't like Amanda. I don't know why, I just don't. It's kinda the same way I'm not huge Jean fan either...they don't have any kind of flaw! They are just perfect people or something which is just dumb. Ok, I'm done being stupid for now....

PLEASE R/R : )

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Chapter 3

All Kurt wanted to do was sleep. Everything ached. His left ankle was broken and wrapped in a cast. Mr. McCoy was now working on getting Kurt's shoulder back in place. It wasn't broken, but it had been twisted and jerked around a fair deal so it was pretty much useless.

"This isn't going to feel good Kurt. Take a deep breath," Hank warned.

Kurt winced. Unfortunately, taking a deep breath was nearly as painful as having his shoulder popped back into its socket.

Kurt let out a small wail as Hank made the final adjustments to his arm. Trying hard not to whimper, Kurt allowed his arm to be placed in a sling. He glanced down at his chest with his one good eye and groaned. Hank had needed to shave a good portion of his chest to dig out some pieces of shrapnel. A large black bruise had formed where the locker had hit him as well. His back had to be partially shaved too. Hank hadn't been able to tell how deep the cuts were. They ended up just being minor though. Kurt glared at the small pile of blue fuzz that had been left on the floor.

"Alright Kurt, that should do it. I know you probably don't feel like it, but you'll live," Hank looked at him sadly, "Sorry I had to do all that at once, but you can't exactly do these things in intervals."

Kurt nodded slightly and carefully sank back into the mattress, wincing as he did.

The professor wheeled over to him and gave him a slight smile. "Get some rest Kurt. No doubt you'll need to talk about all this later on. I'll get what I can from the other students for now," He paused and gazed at the look of indifference on Kurt's face. "Kurt, I know this was hard for you, but we are here to help you through it..." Charles decided to end his speech there for now as he noticed Kurt's glare. He nodded at Hank who turned out the lights and exited the small enclosure.

Charles turned to go but out of the corner of his eye he saw Kurt flick his tail across the bedside table. A small object came flying off the table and skidded to a halt in front of the professor. He closed his eyes and dropped his head slightly. Kurt's image inducer sat harmlessly on the ground before him.

~Kurt, you can not be too angry for people fearing what they do not understand. It by no means excuses their behavior, but we must make them understand. It's just going to take time.~

The professor waited for a few moments, hoping for a response, but received none. He sighed mentally and left Kurt to get some sleep.

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Kitty sat on the couch with her knees tucked up under her chin. Scott had the TV on but neither one of them was paying much attention to it. Scott looked over at Kitty's tear streaked face.

"Kitty, he's gonna be fine. You know Kurt. He'll bounce right back." Scott gave her a half hearted smile.

Kitty sniffed and focused on Scott's glasses. "It's not that. It's...Scott this is like, all my fault! People are terrified of him Scott, and it's my fault!"

Scott looked at her in surprise. "What? How is this your fault? He could have teleported himself, everything happened so fast he probably didn't have time to think about wether you were gonna phase out or not. It's Fred's fault. I'd like to show him exactly what smashing up that inducer cost Kurt." Scott was glaring from behind his glasses. He idly cracked a few knuckles and looked back at Kitty.

"The locker didn't break the inducer." Her voice was so quiet that Scott had to bend closer to hear her. "Didn't you notice that it was almost completely intact? I did it Scott. Kurt reached over to teleport me and I phased right through his wrist, through the watch," her voice caught and she put her head on her knees and tried to hold back her sobs. "I, I ruined his life! This is so ironic! I'm the one who begs for him to ditch the stupid thing and when it's finally gone I'm the one wishing it had never happened! Did you hear them Scott? Did you hear what they called him?" This time she failed to hold back her sobs. He whole body shook as she hugged her knees tighter against her small frame.

Scott sat there awkwardly for a minute. He was never sure what to do with a crying female. He shifted his position and clumsily put his arm around her. She reached up to him and cried into his shoulder. Scott just sat there dumbfounded, lightly stroking her back. He really wasn't good at the big brother stuff yet. He was learning, being in charge and all, but this wasn't exactly the same as protecting his friends from lasers and explosives.

The professor rolled in a few minutes later. Kitty had calmed down some, but was still crying softly.

"Kitty? Kitty it's alright, he's fine," the professor said a little confused.

Kitty looked up at him and a look of understanding came over his face. Kitty loved how he could do that. He had told them all that he could skim the surface of their thoughts just to know how they were feeling and why, but he would never trespass any deeper without their permission or if it was a matter of life or death. Jean still couldn't control her powers to that extent, yet. When she read their minds, she often went deeper than she intended, and gotten more information than she'd bargained for.

"Kitty," he said gently, "The truth about Kurt had to come out eventually. I'm sure he doesn't blame you. You would never do that on purpose."

Kitty lifted her tear stained face off of Scott's shoulder. She wanted to believe the professor, but she just couldn't. Not until Kurt himself assured her. She gave Scott a weak smile and looked at the professor.

"You can't see him yet." the professor answered for them, "He needs to rest, but I'll let you know the instant you can."

A knock on the front door interrupted them and the three of them headed for the foyer. It was rather unusual for someone to stop by in the middle of the day like this. Scott swung the huge doors open and let out a gasp.

"How dare you show your faces here!" he grabbed for the nearest body, which happened to be Lance. Scott clenched his eyes shut and pulled his shades off. He yanked Lance directly in front of him and got inches away from his face.

"Woah, calm down yo!" Todd shouted, fear creeping its way into his voice.

"Scott, let him go," the professor demanded.

Scott stood there a minute, wanting nothing more than to blast a hole through Lance's head, but he shoved him away and put his glasses back on.

Kitty was shaking with anger behind the professor's chair. "What do you want." she spat, "where is your other team mate?"

Fred was notably missing from the scraggly group of boys that had gathered in front of the mansion.

Pietro narrowed his eyes. "Teammate?Idon'tthinkso."

"Look, yo," Todd started, "We came to let you know we didn't have anything to do with Fred's idiocy this morning, ok?"

"We may not like you guys, but we aren't the bad guys either. Fur face is one of us wether we like it or not, and, well..." Lance looked at Pietro.

"Alright,see,Fred'sgone...

"Pietro!" The professor interrupted, "Normal speed if you please."

Pietro sighed and took a deep breath. "Fred is gone. He left with Mystique, the dumb a...uhhh...idiot. He isn't one of us anymore." Pietro looked at the professor. "We don't do this apologizing thing, so don't think that we are going soft or anything. We just want you to know that Blob is a jerk and we didn't have anything to do with it? Kapeesh?"

The professor, Kitty, and Scott, looked at Pietro as though he were the strangest thing they had ever seen. He rolled his eyes. "Just tell fuzz face we didn't have anything to do with it ok?" He turned and started to walk away. The other boys followed.

"Lance?"

The rock tumbler turned and looked at Kitty.

"How...How bad is it at school?" she asked timidly.

Lance looked at the ground. "Pretty bad."

Kitty nodded and turned to go back inside.

The professor thought of saying something but then decided he'd better not. The boys had an odd look to them, like they had been through way too much in the last couple of days. He made a mental note to check into them later, but they had more pressing matters to deal with for the moment.



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Kurt stared at the ceiling. He was so tired, but his body ached too bad for him to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. He brushed fiercely at the tear threatening to stain his cheek. He hated crying. It made him feel completely stupid and he especially didn't want any of the kids at the mansion to see him blubbering like some girly girl. He choked the tears back and narrowed his eyes. He had given the professor the impression that he was angry but it just wasn't true. It was just easier to act that way then go all sappy and teary eyed.

It hurt. That was all he could really come up with about the whole thing. He tried to tell himself that they were just words; that they were fools who didn't understand what he was, but it was useless. They stung him and tortured his already throbbing head. He could hear them screaming.

"What is it?"

"It's gross!"

"Get away from it!"

Kurt clenched his eyes closed and curled into a small ball, ignoring the agonized protests of his bones and muscles. He clamped his good hand over one ear and pressed his other into the pillow. 'Stop it! Please! Stop it!' Tears crept past his clenched eyelids. 'I just want to sleep. Please, let me sleep.'

Kurt wasn't aware of Hank's presence in his small enclosure until the small needle pierced his skin. He suddenly felt intensely groggy and finally, sleep came to him.

Dr. McCoy shook his head. 'Perhaps our young friend won't be bouncing back as soon as we hoped.'



AN: I am really kicking myself for that whole Brotherhood scene but I'm just not gonna bother to change it. I kinda have an idea for a fic about them and it would kinda sorta connect but that's a moot point because this isn't that fic now is it? They probably won't be back...Uhg...*kicks herself*.......stupid stupid stupid stupid....