Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel or WB property.

Note: This entire chapter is nothing but fluff. Fluff I say! I recommend readers to read the notes at the bottom, but not before you finish reading this chapter. I've had an idea. Don't know if I'll use it. Just something to think about. . .

Another note: If anyone would like to see proof (PICTURE PROOF!) about the look I gave Kurt (goatee, buzz cut) go to uncannyxmen.net and look under Cerebro files, then spotlight on. . . and then look up Nightcrawler. It's under his bio on page 5 or 6 I think. Awesome website. A must for any X- Men fan.

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Kitty woke up slowly, and turned to face her window. It was still dark outside. She heard breathing next to her, and turned around to face a sleeping Kurt. His eyes were closed tightly, and he moaned lightly in his sleep. She smiled, raising her hand to his face. With her fingers curved towards her palms, she lightly traced the outline of this face. In his sleep, Kurt smiled slightly, and his breathing sped up a little. Kitty turned back over, and got out of bed. Crossing over to her closet, she put her nightgown over her nude body, and then walked to her door and out of her room.

She reached the kitchen, and rummaged through the cabinets. Finding a couple of pans and a cookbook, Kitty opened the refrigerator.

"Let's see. Hm. Ham, cheese, mushrooms, onions, and green peppers."

Following the directions of the cookbook ever so carefully, she sliced all of the ingredients while cooking the omelets, leaving the ham out of hers. Scouring the rest of the refrigerator, she made hash browns and toast to go with the omelets. When everything was done, she poured two glasses of orange juice, put everything on a tray, and went back up to her room.

"Our room." She thought to herself, and blushed. She knew that she had been acting like a teenager a lot lately, and she couldn't have been happier about it.

When she reached "their" room, she waved the food under Kurt's nose. Kurt woke up suddenly, finding breakfast floating in front of his face.

"Katzchen!" he said, and then remembered something from the past. "Um, you shouldn't haff."

"I wanted to make my boyfriend breakfast!" she said, a triumphant smile on her face.

"Oh, it's okay. Um, I'm not hungry?" he ventured.

Kitty's expression changed from happiness to slight annoyance.

"I followed the cook book, Kurt Wagner. I don't think that there'll be a problem with the taste."

Kurt smiled up at her. "Vell, vhat kind of man vould I be if I didn't eat food prepared for me by ze woman I love?"

He took the plate, smelling the food. It seemed to smell good. Maybe it was okay, he thought. Kitty noticed his expression, and shook her head.

"Just eat it, Fuzz Ball."

He smiled, and began to eat. It was good! He couldn't believe it.

"Katzchen, you certainly haff changed."

"Well, this is the first time I really tried."

"Aw! And it vas just for me!"

The two ate breakfast in bed, and then laid down together. Kitty felt as if sleep was going to overtake her again, and she didn't like losing time with Kurt when they had been apart for so long.

"So what are you doing today?"

"Um, going to ze mall. Scott, Peter, Bobby, Alex and I have our final fittings for our tuxedos today." Kurt said, closing his eyes.

"Ooooh! You're going to look so cute in formal wear!" Kitty teased.

"Vhat are you doing today?"

"Stuff with Jean, getting ready for her bachelorette party tonight. Don't you guys have the bachelor party tonight, too?"

"Um, jah." He said. Kitty sighed. Kurt had been avoiding any conversation about the bachelor party with her. Anytime she had brought it up in the last two days, he had changed the subject.

"Still won't tell me about it, huh?" she asked.

"Katzchen. . ." he said, turning to her. ". . .it's bad luck to tell ze maid of honor about ze bachelor party."

"I've never heard of that tradition." Kitty protested.

"Oh, it's an old, old German tradition." Kurt said, not making eye contact.

Kitty looked at him for a moment, shaking her head. "We've just gotten back together, and you're already lying to me."

"Vell, ask me no questions, Katzchen. . ." Kurt said, leaning over to disrobe her.

He noticed that she didn't even try to resist.

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Kurt looked at himself in the mirror. He liked the way that the tuxedo looked on him. He was glad that the Professor was paying for their tuxedos. He had always wanted to own one of his own, but it's not something that you generally go shopping for.

"You're going to have to rip those open around your backside." Piotr said, pointing to where his tail bulged in the back of his pants.

Kurt craned his head to look at his back. He laughed to himself, and went back to the dressing room to take his pants off. When he dressed in his plain clothes again, he took the tux to the woman working the counter. She had been especially flirty with all of them, even Scott, who she knew was the groom.

"So, how's it fit?" she asked.

"Um, it's good, I like it." Kurt said.

"You look great in it, Mr. Wagner." She said, peeking at him from under her glasses.

"Zank you. But I vas vondering, could ve alter it a little bit, just to fit my more, shall ve say, prehensile appendages?" he asked, pointing to his tail.

"Hm. Well, we should, but I'll have to measure it." She said, coming around the counter.

At this point, Scott, Evan, Alex, Piotr and Bobby began to crack up. The woman was running her hands up and down Kurt's tail, being a little more "touchy-feely" than Kurt was comfortable with. Bobby stopped laughing long enough to form a tail of ice coming from the back of his pants.

"Oh! I'm next! I'm next!" he said, turning around to show the clerk. "Mine's bigger, anyhow."

Kurt laughed out loud as the woman blushed.

"Guess she was oblivious that she was being obvious." He thought.

"Don't pay attention to him, Liebe. You're fine." He said, trying to comfort her and keep her from being embarrassed.

"Ooooooh. What would Kitty say?" Bobby asked. Bobby had taken an immediate liking to Kurt, and the two already felt comfortable teasing each other.

"I zink Kitty understands zat chicks dig ze fuzzy dude." Kurt said, as the clerk left.

Bobby immediately dropped the grin and did his best to act seriously. Kurt liked Bobby and Piotr. He had learned a little about their powers, and found them to be wonderful additions to the team. He was glad that he wasn't only repairing old relationships with old friends, but also building new friendships. The troupe had finished their final fittings, and the others had taken their tuxes out to their cars. Only Scott and Kurt lingered, waiting for Kurt's tux.

"Um, Scott, I vas vondering if you vould go shopping vith me?"

"What for?" Scott asked.

"Um, I need your advice." Kurt said, his eyes dropping to the floor.

"On what?"

Kurt raised his eyes and smiled at his best friend.

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That night, the men and women of the X-Men drove to New York City. They lost sight of each other on the way there, and neither group would have it any other way. This was one of the last nights that Jean and Scott were to be single, and they planned on having a good time. Jean and Scott had made promises to be true to each other, and while they intended to stay true to that promise, that didn't mean they couldn't have fun.

Once the men got into the city, they went from club to club, drinking everywhere that they possibly could. Scott found himself wishing, halfway through the night, that Xavier were with them. He had declined the offer, but Scott knew that with the five younger mutants, there'd be no one to stop him from getting too drunk. Even Hank was of no help.

"I think not, Master Summers." Hank said, pushing his unfinished beer towards him. "You will not leave this table until this is finished."

Scott downed the rest of the drink, wondering if it was wrong to hate his friends.

"Scott, you gotta go dance with those girls! They've been looking over at you for a half hour!" Evan yelled, his voice drowned out by the music.

"Come on, Big Brother Scott!" Kurt yelled, dragging the drunk Scott towards the girls.

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Kitty had planned the same thing for Jean. They hopped from bar to club, and from club to bar. They weren't drinking as much as the men were, but they managed to get into more trouble than the men. Especially Tabby. Turning her loose in a Chippendales was tantamount to turning a kid loose in a candy store. The dancers never saw it coming. After that night, they probably wished that they had never seen it at all.

Jean was having a blast, and hoped that Scott was having as good a time as she was.

"He better be good, though." She thought.

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Scott woke up the next morning with a wicked headache. He felt his arm around someone else's body, and immediately panicked. He turned over, finding he was holding a plastic blowup novelty of an astronaut. Sitting up slowly, he found Kurt and Logan sleeping on the floor. He got up, with no recollection of ever getting a hotel room, and found his way to the bathroom. Hank was asleep in the bathtub. Walking out into the general area of the suite, he found the rest of his friends and his brother asleep on couches and the floor.

"Okay! Wake up!" Scott yelled, regretting it after his head began to ache even worse.

All over the room, the men were waking up, still groggy. They all suffered headaches, with the exception of Logan. Logan simply woke up and went to the bathroom, lighting a cigar along the way.

"You heard the man! Wake up! He's got a rehearsal dinner tonight."

Scott suddenly remembered that Logan was right, and cursed his luck.

"Stupid wedding." He grumbled.

"I'm telling Jean." Evan said, yawning.

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The women, meanwhile, who hadn't drank as much as the men, were enjoying a trip to the day spa. Whereas the men woke up around 1 p.m., they had woken up bright and early for facials and mud baths. The only woman to regret the night before was Tabby. She sat in the steam room with a hot towel over her eyes. The other women would occasionally check to see that she was still breathing.

"I had a great time last night, Kitty. Thanks." Jean said.

"Well, you only get married once." Kitty said.

"So, how are things with Kurt?"

"Wonderful. Jean, I haven't been this happy in years. I mean, years."

"I'm happy for you, Kitty."

The two women closed their eyes, thinking about the men in their lives.

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Okay, so that's another chapter. I just wanted to give you guys and gals a little happy fluff before the wedding, and the surprise ending. That's right, buddy! Surprise ending. Is Kurt going to have his own change of heart? Or Kitty? Will something happen at the wedding to once again change their relationship? Only time will tell. I wonder who may be mad at me for even suggesting it. A sad ending for the series? Hm. . .something to think about. . .

Later.