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Note: Okay, went for a little (teensy) bit of angst, and it didn't work out. So instead it's going to be somewhat sweet. Hope you don't mind. Thanks for all of the reviews. Hope you enjoy chapter 2. I'll be getting chapter 3 up sometime tomorrow night.

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Marie gave Kurt the passenger seat while she sat in the back. Scott put the top down, and Kurt closed his eyes as he enjoyed the wind blowing through his hair. They left the city behind him, and Kurt took in the surrounding areas. He was glad to be home.

Scott couldn't get over how different Kurt looked. His body must have been completely muscle. His long hair had been cut very short, almost as short as a buzz cut. He had grown a goatee, and his overall appearance was very "hard." However, he still had that mischievous gleam in his eyes, and his smile was more than just an echo of the boy that he had been. As a matter of fact, Scott didn't believe that the smile had aged a day. He was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans with a long sleeve, button up, cream colored shirt. He wasn't wearing his imager anymore these days, either.

"Probably doesn't have to anymore." Scott thought. "He's an international celebrity now. I wonder what Kitty will think."

Marie was poking Kurt in the back repeatedly, while Kurt used his tail to smack her leg. The two had resorted to playing the childish games that they had used to play when they were younger. Scott sighed very loudly.

"Children, if you don't stop, I'm turning this car right around."

"Jah. And zen you'll be vithout a best man!" Kurt said.

"Kurt, damn it! Quit smackin mah leg!" Marie yelled. Then she laughed.

"Okay, Liebe. So, tell me. . . how is everyone?"

"Well, I'm getting married." Scott said, smiling.

"Jah. I heard about zat."

"Ah'm doing all right. Can't complain too much."

"And everyone else?" Kurt asked, somewhat serious.

"Well, Professor Xavier is doing well. He has his hands full with the new students. We all do. But they behave themselves most of the time."

"Unlike some of his previous charges." Marie teased.

"I don't know to who you're referring to, or vhat you're talking about." Kurt said.

"Ah'm sure you don't." She said, poking him again.

"Anyhow. . . Evan is doing okay. He left for awhile, traveled around the world, but he's back now."

"Jah, I knew about his travels. He came to visit, once."

"He did? He never mentioned it."

"I asked him not to." Kurt said.

"Ah. Anyhow, Logan is. . . well, he's Logan."

"Ach! You don't zink he'll run me straight into ze danger room, do you?" Kurt asked, turning to Marie, joking.

"You better hope not." She said. Unlike Kurt, she wasn't joking.

"And Ororo is doing great. She handed over leardership of the X-Men to me a couple of years ago, and she's spending more time gardening, of all things."

"Zat's good. Zat's good." Kurt paused for a moment. He frowned and looked out of his window. "And Kitty?"

Scott and Marie glanced at each other, unseen by Kurt. Marie smiled compassionately at the back of Kurt's head.

"She's great, too. She, uh, had a rough time for a couple of years. She's been spending a lot of time with Jean and Ororo, at least since she graduated from college. She's the mansion's tech person now. She takes care of the computer and security systems."

"Great." Kurt said.

"She's excited to see ya." Marie said, leaning closer to Kurt's seat.

"Yeah, we all are." Scott said, shooting Marie a look. Marie shrugged her shoulders and sat back down in her seat.

"I'm excited to see you all, too." Kurt said, lost in thought.

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Kitty and Piotr were sitting in the rec room, watching television. Piotr sat comfortably in his chair, laughing at the television show that they were watching, and eating the popcorn that they had made. Kitty meanwhile, was tense. She felt uncomfortable no matter how she sat, didn't laugh at the show, and hadn't had a bite of popcorn. Piort looked over and noticed that Kitty would regularly turn her head to the door, as if expecting someone to walk through it any moment.

"Do you want me to turn off the television?"

"Huh?" Kitty said, whipping her head around to face Piotr. "Kitty. . . relax. Does this Kurt person's return really make you that nervous?" he asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You seem to be waiting for someone. Would you like me to leave?"

Kitty thought that Piotr almost sounded as if he were offended.

"No. No, I don't. I'm sorry if I seem a little. . . distracted."

"Mhm. Were you this nervous when you were around me after we broke up?" Piotr teased, turning back to the television.

"Oh yeah! I was totally nervous to see you after that particular long-term relationship. How long was that? Two days?"

"Three." Piotr said, shoving popcorn into his mouth. "You know, I'm excited to meet this Kurt. I've heard so much about him for so many years that it'll be like meeting a living legend."

"Yeah, Kurt did manage to leave a legacy, didn't he?" Kitty said, smiling softly to herself.

There was nothing that Kitty had ever forgotten about her time with the misfit. No matter where she looked in the mansion, a memory would undoubtedly come back to her. Even after he had left, she used these memories to try and stay close to him. For instance, Kitty had moved into Kurt's room a couple of days after he had left. She remembered falling asleep in that room, alone for the first time. She had never felt worse in her life. All of her memories of Kurt weren't sad, though. As a matter of fact, almost every memory of him was great. She just hoped that the reality of now lived up to the memory of then.

As she was thinking, she heard a car pull to the front of the house, and she looked at the clock. Her heart jumped into her throat as she realized how late it was, and who must be right outside of the house.

"Jean, Kitty, Evan, Piotr, Bobby. . . would you all please assemble in the great hall? Kurt's here, and it would be nice for us to greet him." Professor Xavier projected thought said. "Ororo, Logan, please join us as well."

Kitty slowly got up from the couch and walked towards the door, a little unsteadily. As she neared the door, she stopped.

"What if he's mad? What if he doesn't want to see me?" She wondered. She was beginning to dread meeting Kurt. She hadn't seen him in so long.

"Kitty? Are you okay?" Piotr asked, stepping behind her.

"I'm not feeling all that well." She said, phasing, and walking through the ceiling up to her room.

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The car stopped in front of the front door, and Scott got out. Marie waited for Kurt to open his door and get out so she could too, but Kurt wasn't getting out. She scooted to Scott's side of the car and got out. Scott and Marie stood there for a moment, waiting on Kurt. Kurt just continued to look out of the window at the mansion. Memories of his youth came back to him, and a tear ran down his cheek.

"You okay, Kurt?" Marie asked him, coming around to get a look at him.

Kurt wiped his eyes on the side of his shirt. "Jah. I'm fine. I vas just zinking. . . "

"Of?"

He turned to her and grinned. "Nozzing."

Scott and Kurt grabbed his bags from the trunk of the car, and walked towards the front door. Marie opened the door, and he stepped inside, smiling at a group of people he hadn't seen in fifteen years.

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"Hallo, everyone."

Kurt dropped his bags, and went to the Professor first. The two hugged, genuinely happy to see each other.

"It is so good to see you, my boy."

"Zank you. You too, Herr Professor."

"How was England when you left?"

"Um, it vas cold."

Kurt turned to the right, and ran into Logan.

"Welcome back, Elf." Logan grumbled, but he did look happy to see Kurt.

"Mr. Logan, how are you?"

"I'm good. Saw you fighting on the news a couple 'a weeks ago. Nice moves."

"Zank you, zank you." Kurt turned away fast before Wolverine could get a chance to talk him into a danger room session.

He embraced Ororo, who treated him like a long, lost son. After expressing pleasantries, Kurt turned to the younger mutants.

"What's up, man?" Evan said, hugging Kurt. "Thought you were supposed to stay in touch."

"Jah. I'm sorry, Evan."

"It's cool, it's cool."

He turned from Evan to Jean.

"My angel!"

"Kurt, it's so good to see you." She said, hugging him.

Kurt closed his eyes, and felt his psychic link with Jean reestablish itself.

"You should talk to her later." He heard in his head.

"Jah. I plan on it." He thought back to her.

"Hi, my names Bobby."

"And I'm Piotr."

"Hello Bobby, Piotr." He said, shaking their hands. "My name's Kurt."

"We've heard." Bobby said, smiling. "You're something of a legend around here. I got here a year after you left and people still talked about you."

"Really?" Kurt asked, pleased. The others noted the hint of pride in his voice.

"Pretty much."

Kurt looked around the entrance. He didn't see Kitty anywhere.

"Um. . . vhere's Kitty? She still lives here, right?"

"Yes. She isn't feeling very well right now. She went to her bedroom to lie down." Piotr said.

Kurt closed his eyes, and felt his psychic link with Jean reestablish itself.

"You should talk to her later." He heard in his head.

"Jah. I plan on it." He thought back to her

"Kurt, have you eaten yet? We planned a late dinner for ourselves. Would you like to join us?"

"Jah! I'm starving."

"Some things never change." Jean said, eliciting a laugh from those who knew Kurt and polite smiles from those who didn't.

Kurt fell in step next to Professor Xavier, who was already asking him about what life in Excalibur was like, was guiding him into the dining room. Logan was close by, probably trying to hear anything about his training, Jean thought. Kurt was attentive to the Professor, but turned his head back and looked for Kitty. For a moment, it seemed like there had been someone else in the room. Kurt followed the group into the dining room, wondering where Kitty was, and what she was doing.

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Kitty sat on her bed in her room. She clutched a pillow to her chest, and she rocked back and forth while she sat. Piotr hadn't really lied for her. She didn't feel all that well. However, it wasn't the result of a virus or anything else other than Kurt's return. She knew that she should have been there to welcome him. She wanted to be there more than anything. She just didn't think that she had the strength to do it at that point in time.

"Let's see. . . by now they'll be eating dinner. Probably finishing dinner at this point, actually." She thought to herself, and smiled. "He's probably eating everything in the house."

Kitty fell asleep a couple of minutes later.

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Kurt scooted his chair backwards, and stretched his legs and arms, yawning. Bobby and Piotr had watched him eat, neither believing that they had ever seen anyone eat so much.

"Vell, I'd like to zank you all for such a nice velcome. It vas greatly appreciated."

"Well, we're just glad you came." Scott said, holding Jean's hand under the table.

"Jah! And all it took vas a vedding." Kurt joked, eliciting a smile from Jean.

"Kurt, if you're going to bed, do you mind if I have a word with you?"

Kurt turned to Scott. "Here it comes, Scott. You're voman's about to tell me zat her single life von't be complete vizzout a night with a blue elf. You better vatch it."

"Shut up, Kurt." Scott laughed.

"Jah, Jean, I'd love to haff a vord viz you." Kurt said, getting up. Jean followed suit and the two walked out of the dining room.

"Um, I just wanted to have a word with you about Kitty." Jean said once they were out of earshot.

"She doesn't vant to see me, does she?" Kurt asked, crestfallen.

"No! She does. It's difficult for her. The, um, circumstances under which you left. . . well, they affected her deeply."

"Jah, vell, me too." He said.

"I know, Kurt. Just, please be gentle with her. She has a lot to tell you, and I suspect that you have a lot to say too."

"I do. I truly, truly do." Kurt said, looking at the ground.

"Do you still love her?" Jean asked, studying Kurt's face.

"I don't know. So much has changed. I've changed."

"So has she."

Kurt looked up at her, and Jean hugged him.

"Are you going to talk to her tonight?"

"Nein. I'm tired. I just vant to curl up in my old room and go to bed."

Jean smiled. "That sounds like a good idea. See you tomorrow morning."

With that, Jean walked back into the dining room, and Kurt grabbed his bags and began to slowly walk upstairs. Jean joined the others back in the dining room.

"Where's Kurt? Did he go to bed?" Scott asked.

"Mhm."

"Jean, did you tell him. . . ?"

"About what?"

"Well, his room. . . "

Jean smiled again. "Must have slipped my mind."

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Kurt walked down the hallway towards his old room. Reaching the door, he paused. Nostalgia washed over him. It's true that he was finally back in America. It was true that he was back in New York, in Bayville. He was even back at the mansion. But the feeling of finally coming home hit him hardest standing outside of his old room. He set his bags down, and walked inside.

The room was dark, and his eyes adjusted slowly. He suddenly felt very weak, and sleep was beginning to roll over him in waves. He stumbled to his bed, and laid down. It was then that he noticed someone was already there. Whoever it was screamed suddenly, and he felt someone's foot hit him in the face. Hard. It was hard enough to throw him from his bed, and then the lights were on. He looked up, and found a stunned Kitty standing over him. Rubbing his chin, he stood up.

The first thing that she noticed was that he had changed his look. Gone was the long hair that she had used to run her fingers through. He had cut most of it off. His body was still lean and muscular, and she believed that he looked like more of a "rogue" then Marie did. She began to wonder how much of his personality had changed. She wondered if he was anything like the boy that he used to be. If so, she was in trouble.

Kurt looked Kitty over, and felt his heart thumping loudly in his chest. She had grown from a beautiful young girl into a gorgeous woman. She had on a pair of pajamas that made her look both as cute as a little girl, and as seductive as a goddess. Her hair was pulled back into the ponytail that he remembered, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Oh my God! Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt continued to stare at her. That look melted her, and made her knees weak. It was at that moment that he flashed a smile towards her, and she knew he was still Kurt, her blue fuzzy elf.

"Jah. I'll be fine. Zat's some kick you have, Katzchen."

Kitty's heart fluttered when he called her that. She looked down at the floor, unsure of whether or not to look at him. It seemed as if time had slowed down. Kurt looked at her for a moment before leaning down and kissing her cheek.

"Hello, Katzchen." He said, whispering into her ear as he hugged her.

She had to give the Elf some credit. He got bonus points for being so smooth. She looked up at him, almost scared, and looked into his eyes. That's when she saw that he hadn't changed, and he was still the boy that she had loved, and possibly the man that she loved now. Was it possible for her to still love him after all of this time? The pounding in her heart answered her question immediately.

"Hi, Kurt." she said, blushing wildly.

He smiled, taking her into his arms, and hugging her again. He held her embrace for a little longer than he thought he would, but he eventually broke it, beginning to blush quite a bit himself.

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So I wrote this pretty fast. I meant to get it up earlier, but my copy of Order of Phoenix came in, so I've been reading most of the day. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. See ya later.