To the people reading this: I know I may be going in a weird direction with this, but trust me it's heading somewhere. Everything I do is planned out. Feel free to give me feedback if you like the direction.

Seven

The next morning Ami woke up feeling sore between her thighs and relishing the sensation. She couldn't believe that last night actually happened, but it had and it had been more amazing that she'd been able to imagine.

Unfortunately, as soon as she rolled over her mood shattered. Instead of being in bed beside her Kurt was across the room, crouched in the corner and praying feverously. This was definitely not just something he could work off in the Danger Room.

"Kurt," she called out softly.

He turned to face her, his face tired looking, and full of regret.

Ami had to instantly hold back tears. "Kurt, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"I am a sinner," he said, a far off look in his eyes. "I am a sinner in the eyes of the Lord. For this I do not know if I can be forgiven."

"Kurt! Listen to yourself!" She started to walk over towards him, but realizing she was still naked, she grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her first. Then she walked over and knelt beside him. "Kurt, look at me."

Somewhat reluctantly, he looked at her, not through her but actually at her.

"I'm in love with you, and unless something has seriously changed since last night you're in love with me too. What does it matter that we aren't married? What does going through some stupid ceremony and getting a little piece of paper have anything to do showing our love for one another? It's not like I'm some girl you just met, I'm your girlfriend."

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

Seeing him this way was breaking her heart, but his blind faith was also suddenly annoying her. She stood up and grabbed her clothes, getting dressed quickly. "Well I guess you're just going to have to marry me then," she said, leaving the room without a goodbye.

Kurt looked down at the rosary in his hands, and then at the bed where he had committed his sin. The truth was, he didn't really regret what happened last night. He was in love with Ami and though he hadn't mentioned it to anyone else yet, he did want to marry her. A couple days earlier he'd even bought a ring, but he later decided it was too soon. Though they'd known each other for almost ten months they'd only been together as a couple for about four, and the thought of scaring Ami away with a proposal was more than he could bare. Still, her parting words made him wonder.

"Well I guess you're just going to have to marry me then." What did she mean by that? Was she serious?

He got to his feet and walked over to the bed. He'd need to change the sheets before long, and the realization of that sent a new wave of guilt over his body. While he didn't know what to do he knew that he couldn't handle too much more of this. It was time for a decision. The most obvious thought was to simply give up anything more physical than kissing and cuddling, but that had been driving them crazy for the past few months. He didn't even want to consider continuing a sexual relationship out of wedlock, there was no way his conscious could take that. That left him with one last choice… the lesser of evils? Without a second thought he teleported into Ami's room once again.

"Kurt!" Ami exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her skin at the appearance of her boyfriend. She knew he'd show up eventually but she definitely didn't expect it to be this soon. "What are you doing here?"

He didn't speak, instead he dropped to one knee and pulled the ring out of his pocket.