Friday.
Kurt watched the clock on the wall of his last period classroom as the second hand crept past. He sighed. There was only 5 minutes left until school was out, but to Kurt, it felt like it was going to be 5 years. He had tuned out the teacher a long time ago, and started thinking about Kitty. He wasn't very sure of his feelings for her; he didn't know if he liked her as more than a friend, or just as friends, although he knew he liked her a lot. But most of all, Kurt wished that he could somehow take away all the hurt and pain that Lance had caused her, although, surprisingly, he couldn't say that he hated Lance.
The ringing of the bell sliced through Kurt's thoughts. With a relieved sigh, he was the first one out of the classroom, making sure that no one close enough to feel the fur through his image inducer. He spied Kitty talking to Jean near her locker, and headed their way.
"Hey Kitty! Hey Jean! What's up?" he greeted, waving his hand slightly.
"Oh, hi there, Kurt," Kitty said, sounding tired. Jean gave him a small smile to show that she acknowledged his presence.
"Are you ok?" he asked concernedly. Kitty nodded, but looked away. She hadn't smiled or laughed in days. Kurt looped a friendly arm around her shoulders.
"Hey, mein Kaztchen, feel better. We all care for you, you know," A hint of a smile appeared on Kitty's face.
*Hmm. * Jean hid a smile. *They just might be good for each other. *
Later that night.
Scott and Jean were sitting out by the lake again, which was quickly becoming a habit. Both cherished the limited time that they could spend alone with each other.
"You know, Kitty needs someone, now that she isn't with Lance," Scott stated.
"Hey, I'm the one that's supposed read minds, not you!" Jean teased. "Must be our link,"
"She seems really depressed, you know. It's not good for the team,"
"Scott!" Jean turned around. "So you think she needs someone just because it affects how she acts in the Danger Room?!" Scott planted a soft kiss on Jean's slightly open mouth.
"Of course not. You know she's like a little sister to me,"
"Did you have someone in mind for her?" Jean asked.
"No one really pops into my head right now; you know that I'm not the lovey dovey type," he answered, a far away look in his eyes as he took in the view.
"I beg to differ," Jean smiled. She captured his lips as he wrapped his long arms around her. They shared a loving kiss, both not wanting it to end.
"Point proven," Jean grinned.
"You know what I mean," Scott said, smiling slightly. "I'm no good at playing matchmaker either,"
"That's OK." Jean said. "I love you anyways." Scott pulled her closer, and she put her arms over his, feeling that she would be forever safe in his embrace.
"Well, I have someone in mind for Kitty," Jean said.
"Who?"
"Our resident Fuzzy One,"
"Kurt?!" Scott exclaimed. "But why Kurt?!"
"Scott, they're perfect for each other! Don't you get it!? They both like joking around and stuff, they're already best friends like we are-"
"But they're like brother and sister, not boyfriend and girlfriend!" Scott interrupted.
""I think they both like each other more than that, just that they don't know it, or they're just ignoring their feelings, like we did," Jean smirked at Scott.
"What?! Hey, you did too!" Scott defended himself, pinching Jean's butt. She shot up in the air, to his delight.
"Oh, you wanna play naughty, eh?" an evil grin made its way across her face. She turned 180 degrees to face him, and pushed him until he lying down.
"No! You know I don't!" he sputtered through his laughter and futile efforts to stay in his sitting position as, as he fell backwards, Jean on top of him. She pinned his arms to the ground, both with her hands and her telekinesis, leaned down, and kissed him multiple times, each time at a different spot on his face and neck. Scott mustered up his strength, and flipped them over so that he was on top. He kissed her soundly on the lips, and just as she sneaked her tongue in his mouth, he pulled away, grinning.
"Uh-uh!" he said playfully, letting go of her wrists and waving a finger at her flushed but smiling face. His mistake was letting go of her wrists, because as soon as he finished his finger waving, she rolled them over again. But the ground they were on was sloping downwards, due to the lake at the bottom, so they hit the steeper part of the slope, and neither was able to stop. They rolled over a few times, and before they knew it, splashed into the lake.
Both came up for air, panting but smiling.
//Jean!!\\ Scott sent as he got out of the water (he was closer to the shore).
//It wasn't my fault! How was I supposed to know we couldn't stop?!\\ she sent back as she swam towards him, holding her shoes. He helped her out of the water, and she shook the excess water out of her hair, splashing him.
*She's beautiful, even if she's all wet * Scott thought, smiling slightly. *I'm so lucky to have her as my girl-my very own *
"Your very own what?" Jean interrupted, wringing the lake water out of her shirt.
Scott blushed. "Uh, nothing. C'mon, we should be getting back to the Institute now," Not waiting for her to answer, he dried his hands on his wet jeans and went to fold up the blanket that they were sitting on. Jean stayed where she was, watching him. She could see his muscles slightly ripple through his wet sweater, and admired the graceful way he moved.
Suddenly, he straightened and looked directly at her. "What are you smiling at?"
Jean blushed, not realizing that while she was watching him, a silly grin had lodged itself on her mouth. "Oh, nothing." //I love you.\\ He smiled, picked up the blanket, and held his arm out to her, and they went back to the car.
When they got back to the Institute, both managed to sneak into their respective rooms before anyone noticed.
Kitty/Rogue's room.
As Kitty tossed and turned in her sleep next to Rogue's bed, Rogue lay awake, thinking. Neither of them had gotten much sleep lately, Kitty because of the whole thing with Lance, and Rogue because of her concern for Kitty. Because Kitty was feeling so down, now, she constantly felt like something wasn't right. She rolled over, facing the wall. The plain truth was that she was worried sick about Kitty, and missed and needed the old Kitty. Hell, she even missed how Kitty spent hours in the bathroom every morning. Now Kitty popped in and out of the bathroom in less than 5 minutes. Rogue could practically see the bags that were bound to appear under Kitty's eyes soon.
She resolved to cheer Kitty up no matter what, before she finally fell asleep.
Kurt's room.
Kurt was having an internal battle. He still couldn't sort out his feelings for Kitty, although by now he was sure that he liked her as more than a friend. But something else he had to worry about was the fact that Kitty might not like him back. It wouldn't matter much what his feelings for her were if she thought of him only as a friend. He sighed. *Katzchen, I hope you get better soon *
Saturday morning.
Rogue woke up to find that Kitty wasn't in her bed. She wondered where Kitty was, as usually she got up much earlier than Kitty did.
A *bamf * and the smell of brimstone made Rogue turn around in surprise. "Kurt! What're you doing here?" she asked.
"It's about Kitty," he said, looking down.
Rogue sighed. "Do you know where she is?" Yeah. She's out in the backyard thinking that maybe she shouldn't have broken up with Lance." He answered.
"So she isn't doin' too good."
"I want to help her feel better, but I don't know what to do," Kurt admitted.
"Yeah, me neither,"
"And.I realized last night that I like her a lot," he said hesitantly.
"Ya do? Ya really do?" Rogue's head snapped up.
"Um.I think so."
"I'll try ta find out if she does too!" she promised.
"No!" Kurt exclaimed. "Well, do it without letting her know that I like her! I don't want to accidentally make her feel worse,"
"OK," Rogue agreed. "I'll talk to her,"
Kurt gave her a smile, showing his small fangs. "Thanks, mein sister."
After lunch, Kityt was sitting on her bed, trying to sort our her feelings. One of the reasons that she broke up with Lance, that she hadn't told anyone else, was the feelings she had for Kurt that had recently developed. Now, the elf was constantly in her thoughts, and she just couldn't stop thinking about him. She hadn't told anyone about her feelings, and didn't know whether or not to act on them. Another reason that stopped her from doing anything was because she felt guilty for breaking up with Lance for Kurt. The guilt had been eating at her sides ever since her last phone call with Lance. She had to admit that she missed him, too. The gentle hugs and kisses he had given her made it seem like Avalanche was a completely different person. But her mind drifted back to Kurt and his soft fur.
The sound of the door opened brought Kitty back form her thoughts. Without even turning around, she knew that it was Rogue. She made a split second decision, and spoke up.
"What would you say if I told you that.I like Kurt?" Kitty asked hesitantly. Rogue paused for a second, surprised.
"He likes ya too," she said. "As long as you two don't break each other's hearts, Ah don't care,"
Kitty's face broke into the first genuine smile for days. "Really? He really does?"
Rogue nodded. "Now leave me alone and go talk to him; Ah wanna read in peace."
That night.
Scott and Jean were sharing the task of washing the dishes that night, and it just so happened that the window over the kitchen sink faced out into that backyard, where they could see Kurt, who was seated on a stone bench.
Seeing Kitty appear into their visible little square portion of the backyard, Jean and Scott looked at each other. //Ooh, we might actually get some action tonight\\ Jean joked. Even though they were inside, it still felt like Kurt and Kitty might overhear them talking. Scott grinned, and pecked her softly on the lips.
//You mean us, or them?\\ he sent back, watching with satisfaction as her expression turned from a smile to a look of surprise.
Jean recovered quickly, though, smirking. //Maybe.both?\\ Scott grinned and kissed her again.
They watched as Kitty sat down next to Kurt, looking slightly happier than she had been.
Kurt looked up as Kitty sat down next to him. "Hey Kitty, what's up?"
"Uh, nothing. I just came out here to talk to you," she said.
Kurt curved his mouth into a small grin, and looked at her. "Is it because of Lance?" Kitty barely nodded.
"It's just kind of the fact that it's, like, really over between us," Kitty grimaced slightly and turned away. Scott and Jean panicked for a second, thinking that she had seen them, but a quick skim of Kitty's mind from Jean clarified that she hadn't, and she told Scott. Both smiled guiltily, but neither could look away.
Kurt scooted close to Kitty, putting an arm across her shoulders. "It's okay. I suppose you'll always miss him, but I'm sure you'll get over him,"
"But it hurts so much," Kitty said softly, tears threatening to well up. "How do I know that I'm doing the right thing?"
Kurt paused, thinking. "Well, do you still love him like you used to?"
Kitty nodded, saying, "I still love him, but there's no spark, you know?"
"Then yes, you were correct in breaking up with him, I think."
Kitty buried her head in Kurt's chest, half-crying. He tightened his arm, embracing her against his chest, stroking her hair. "It'll be fine, Katzchen, don't you worry,"
"But there's one other reason I broke up with him," Kitty muttered.
"What's that?" Kurt asked.
"There's someone else I like," Kurt's chest tightened. *What was she going to say next? *
"And you feel guilty for leaving Lance for this person?" Kitty nodded, hugging her knees to her chest. "Do you really love the person?"
"I think I do. I can't get him out of my head," Kurt smiled.
"Can I ask who this person is?" Kitty turned red, although Kurt couldn't see it.
"Well.he's charming, funny, cute, has this cute accent." she trailed off. Kurt could barely contain the grin that was threatening to make its way onto his face.
"What else?"
Kitty's face burned. Well, she might as well let the cat out of the bag. "He's fuzzy and blue," Kurt smiled.
"Would his name be Kurt?" She looked up at him timidly, a small smile on her face, and nodded. They hadn't noticed how close they had been sitting before, so when Kitty raised her head, she was face to face with Kurt. Under his intense gaze, she could feel herself melting. Almost simultaneously, they slowly closed the distance between them, and kissed softly. To Kitty and Kurt, the kiss was beautiful-neither wanted it to end.
But Kitty suddenly drew away, and looked down guiltily. Kurt's eyes softened and his heart reached out for her, completely understanding the way she felt.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," she whispered.
"It's okay." He said, a small smile on his face. "I won't push you; you don't have to do anything you don't want to,"
Kitty smiled back slightly, and leaned over to hug him. "Thanks, Kurt." Then she got up and hurried back inside the mansion.
Scott and Jean, during the kiss.
Scott and Jean smiled when they kissed, each remembering their own first kiss, how perfect it had been. Scott almost unconsciously reached for her hand, and clasped it in his, bringing her closer to him. Both were astounded when Kitty broke the kiss. They were relieved to see both smile after that, but wondered why Kitty had drawn away from him.
"Hey, let's go; we don't want to be caught here," Jean said, turning towards Scott. The dishes were pretty much done with, and Jean put the one she had been holding the whole time in its rightful drawer. She walked out, pulling Scott, who was hiding a small smile, behind her.
Jean led him out to the balcony in her room, and they sat down, enjoying the feeling of the cool night breeze. "Do you think Kitty's completely over Lance yet?" Jean asked, looking out over the balcony fence.
"Judging by the way she drew back, no," Scott answered. "I think she's having a hard time dealing with her feelings for Lance and Kurt,"
"Yeah, me too," Jean yawned widely. "I'm tired. Let's go to sleep,"
Scott gave her one last kiss, and prepared to go back to his own bedroom. "See you tomorrow,"
"Scott, wait." Jean paused as Scott turned around. "Stay, I don't feel like sleeping alone tonight." She looked down and slightly smiled, embarrassed.
Scott's eyebrows shot up high over his glasses. "Ah.isn't that pushing things a bit?"
"Huh?" Jean was confused for a second. Then she realized that he had gotten the wrong idea and grinned and winked at him. "No, you horny boy. I meant sleep as in sleep," Scott visibly relaxed, and blushed slightly.
"Sure. Just let me go get ready for bed and I'll be right back." He slipped out the door. Jean was still smiling as she headed to her own sink.
In a few minutes, Scott returned, wearing his sleeping goggles. Not for the first eim, Jean wished that she could look directly into his eyes and see what color they were. She had never asked him, not wanting him to feel embarrassed or awkward. He walked to the bed where she was already wrapped up in her blankets and waiting for him. Scott tugged gently at the covers. But when Jean refused to let them go, with one well placed push, pushed Jean off the bed, grabbing some of the covers as she went. He made sure that there was still enough around her so she wouldn't get hurt when she hit the ground. Jean landed with a thump and a shriek, and scrambled back onto the bed as Scott laughed heartily. Before she could do anything back to him, however, he pulled her closer to kiss her, to make up for pushing her off the ed. Deciding to accept what she knew was Scott's apology, she melted into his sweet kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
//You still deserved it though\\ Suddenly Jean heard Scott's voice in her head.
//Nu-uh!\\ She whined, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
//Oh yes you did, and you know you did\\ Scott pulled her closer to him too, the strong arms that held her tightened around her waist.
Jean pulled away, grinning evilly. "No, I didn't. And I wanna go to sleep now," She flopped down on the bed, and Scott followed suit. She snuggled backwards into his perfectly chiseled chest, drawing the blankets around them both. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, and both fell asleep soon after that.
Kurt watched the clock on the wall of his last period classroom as the second hand crept past. He sighed. There was only 5 minutes left until school was out, but to Kurt, it felt like it was going to be 5 years. He had tuned out the teacher a long time ago, and started thinking about Kitty. He wasn't very sure of his feelings for her; he didn't know if he liked her as more than a friend, or just as friends, although he knew he liked her a lot. But most of all, Kurt wished that he could somehow take away all the hurt and pain that Lance had caused her, although, surprisingly, he couldn't say that he hated Lance.
The ringing of the bell sliced through Kurt's thoughts. With a relieved sigh, he was the first one out of the classroom, making sure that no one close enough to feel the fur through his image inducer. He spied Kitty talking to Jean near her locker, and headed their way.
"Hey Kitty! Hey Jean! What's up?" he greeted, waving his hand slightly.
"Oh, hi there, Kurt," Kitty said, sounding tired. Jean gave him a small smile to show that she acknowledged his presence.
"Are you ok?" he asked concernedly. Kitty nodded, but looked away. She hadn't smiled or laughed in days. Kurt looped a friendly arm around her shoulders.
"Hey, mein Kaztchen, feel better. We all care for you, you know," A hint of a smile appeared on Kitty's face.
*Hmm. * Jean hid a smile. *They just might be good for each other. *
Later that night.
Scott and Jean were sitting out by the lake again, which was quickly becoming a habit. Both cherished the limited time that they could spend alone with each other.
"You know, Kitty needs someone, now that she isn't with Lance," Scott stated.
"Hey, I'm the one that's supposed read minds, not you!" Jean teased. "Must be our link,"
"She seems really depressed, you know. It's not good for the team,"
"Scott!" Jean turned around. "So you think she needs someone just because it affects how she acts in the Danger Room?!" Scott planted a soft kiss on Jean's slightly open mouth.
"Of course not. You know she's like a little sister to me,"
"Did you have someone in mind for her?" Jean asked.
"No one really pops into my head right now; you know that I'm not the lovey dovey type," he answered, a far away look in his eyes as he took in the view.
"I beg to differ," Jean smiled. She captured his lips as he wrapped his long arms around her. They shared a loving kiss, both not wanting it to end.
"Point proven," Jean grinned.
"You know what I mean," Scott said, smiling slightly. "I'm no good at playing matchmaker either,"
"That's OK." Jean said. "I love you anyways." Scott pulled her closer, and she put her arms over his, feeling that she would be forever safe in his embrace.
"Well, I have someone in mind for Kitty," Jean said.
"Who?"
"Our resident Fuzzy One,"
"Kurt?!" Scott exclaimed. "But why Kurt?!"
"Scott, they're perfect for each other! Don't you get it!? They both like joking around and stuff, they're already best friends like we are-"
"But they're like brother and sister, not boyfriend and girlfriend!" Scott interrupted.
""I think they both like each other more than that, just that they don't know it, or they're just ignoring their feelings, like we did," Jean smirked at Scott.
"What?! Hey, you did too!" Scott defended himself, pinching Jean's butt. She shot up in the air, to his delight.
"Oh, you wanna play naughty, eh?" an evil grin made its way across her face. She turned 180 degrees to face him, and pushed him until he lying down.
"No! You know I don't!" he sputtered through his laughter and futile efforts to stay in his sitting position as, as he fell backwards, Jean on top of him. She pinned his arms to the ground, both with her hands and her telekinesis, leaned down, and kissed him multiple times, each time at a different spot on his face and neck. Scott mustered up his strength, and flipped them over so that he was on top. He kissed her soundly on the lips, and just as she sneaked her tongue in his mouth, he pulled away, grinning.
"Uh-uh!" he said playfully, letting go of her wrists and waving a finger at her flushed but smiling face. His mistake was letting go of her wrists, because as soon as he finished his finger waving, she rolled them over again. But the ground they were on was sloping downwards, due to the lake at the bottom, so they hit the steeper part of the slope, and neither was able to stop. They rolled over a few times, and before they knew it, splashed into the lake.
Both came up for air, panting but smiling.
//Jean!!\\ Scott sent as he got out of the water (he was closer to the shore).
//It wasn't my fault! How was I supposed to know we couldn't stop?!\\ she sent back as she swam towards him, holding her shoes. He helped her out of the water, and she shook the excess water out of her hair, splashing him.
*She's beautiful, even if she's all wet * Scott thought, smiling slightly. *I'm so lucky to have her as my girl-my very own *
"Your very own what?" Jean interrupted, wringing the lake water out of her shirt.
Scott blushed. "Uh, nothing. C'mon, we should be getting back to the Institute now," Not waiting for her to answer, he dried his hands on his wet jeans and went to fold up the blanket that they were sitting on. Jean stayed where she was, watching him. She could see his muscles slightly ripple through his wet sweater, and admired the graceful way he moved.
Suddenly, he straightened and looked directly at her. "What are you smiling at?"
Jean blushed, not realizing that while she was watching him, a silly grin had lodged itself on her mouth. "Oh, nothing." //I love you.\\ He smiled, picked up the blanket, and held his arm out to her, and they went back to the car.
When they got back to the Institute, both managed to sneak into their respective rooms before anyone noticed.
Kitty/Rogue's room.
As Kitty tossed and turned in her sleep next to Rogue's bed, Rogue lay awake, thinking. Neither of them had gotten much sleep lately, Kitty because of the whole thing with Lance, and Rogue because of her concern for Kitty. Because Kitty was feeling so down, now, she constantly felt like something wasn't right. She rolled over, facing the wall. The plain truth was that she was worried sick about Kitty, and missed and needed the old Kitty. Hell, she even missed how Kitty spent hours in the bathroom every morning. Now Kitty popped in and out of the bathroom in less than 5 minutes. Rogue could practically see the bags that were bound to appear under Kitty's eyes soon.
She resolved to cheer Kitty up no matter what, before she finally fell asleep.
Kurt's room.
Kurt was having an internal battle. He still couldn't sort out his feelings for Kitty, although by now he was sure that he liked her as more than a friend. But something else he had to worry about was the fact that Kitty might not like him back. It wouldn't matter much what his feelings for her were if she thought of him only as a friend. He sighed. *Katzchen, I hope you get better soon *
Saturday morning.
Rogue woke up to find that Kitty wasn't in her bed. She wondered where Kitty was, as usually she got up much earlier than Kitty did.
A *bamf * and the smell of brimstone made Rogue turn around in surprise. "Kurt! What're you doing here?" she asked.
"It's about Kitty," he said, looking down.
Rogue sighed. "Do you know where she is?" Yeah. She's out in the backyard thinking that maybe she shouldn't have broken up with Lance." He answered.
"So she isn't doin' too good."
"I want to help her feel better, but I don't know what to do," Kurt admitted.
"Yeah, me neither,"
"And.I realized last night that I like her a lot," he said hesitantly.
"Ya do? Ya really do?" Rogue's head snapped up.
"Um.I think so."
"I'll try ta find out if she does too!" she promised.
"No!" Kurt exclaimed. "Well, do it without letting her know that I like her! I don't want to accidentally make her feel worse,"
"OK," Rogue agreed. "I'll talk to her,"
Kurt gave her a smile, showing his small fangs. "Thanks, mein sister."
After lunch, Kityt was sitting on her bed, trying to sort our her feelings. One of the reasons that she broke up with Lance, that she hadn't told anyone else, was the feelings she had for Kurt that had recently developed. Now, the elf was constantly in her thoughts, and she just couldn't stop thinking about him. She hadn't told anyone about her feelings, and didn't know whether or not to act on them. Another reason that stopped her from doing anything was because she felt guilty for breaking up with Lance for Kurt. The guilt had been eating at her sides ever since her last phone call with Lance. She had to admit that she missed him, too. The gentle hugs and kisses he had given her made it seem like Avalanche was a completely different person. But her mind drifted back to Kurt and his soft fur.
The sound of the door opened brought Kitty back form her thoughts. Without even turning around, she knew that it was Rogue. She made a split second decision, and spoke up.
"What would you say if I told you that.I like Kurt?" Kitty asked hesitantly. Rogue paused for a second, surprised.
"He likes ya too," she said. "As long as you two don't break each other's hearts, Ah don't care,"
Kitty's face broke into the first genuine smile for days. "Really? He really does?"
Rogue nodded. "Now leave me alone and go talk to him; Ah wanna read in peace."
That night.
Scott and Jean were sharing the task of washing the dishes that night, and it just so happened that the window over the kitchen sink faced out into that backyard, where they could see Kurt, who was seated on a stone bench.
Seeing Kitty appear into their visible little square portion of the backyard, Jean and Scott looked at each other. //Ooh, we might actually get some action tonight\\ Jean joked. Even though they were inside, it still felt like Kurt and Kitty might overhear them talking. Scott grinned, and pecked her softly on the lips.
//You mean us, or them?\\ he sent back, watching with satisfaction as her expression turned from a smile to a look of surprise.
Jean recovered quickly, though, smirking. //Maybe.both?\\ Scott grinned and kissed her again.
They watched as Kitty sat down next to Kurt, looking slightly happier than she had been.
Kurt looked up as Kitty sat down next to him. "Hey Kitty, what's up?"
"Uh, nothing. I just came out here to talk to you," she said.
Kurt curved his mouth into a small grin, and looked at her. "Is it because of Lance?" Kitty barely nodded.
"It's just kind of the fact that it's, like, really over between us," Kitty grimaced slightly and turned away. Scott and Jean panicked for a second, thinking that she had seen them, but a quick skim of Kitty's mind from Jean clarified that she hadn't, and she told Scott. Both smiled guiltily, but neither could look away.
Kurt scooted close to Kitty, putting an arm across her shoulders. "It's okay. I suppose you'll always miss him, but I'm sure you'll get over him,"
"But it hurts so much," Kitty said softly, tears threatening to well up. "How do I know that I'm doing the right thing?"
Kurt paused, thinking. "Well, do you still love him like you used to?"
Kitty nodded, saying, "I still love him, but there's no spark, you know?"
"Then yes, you were correct in breaking up with him, I think."
Kitty buried her head in Kurt's chest, half-crying. He tightened his arm, embracing her against his chest, stroking her hair. "It'll be fine, Katzchen, don't you worry,"
"But there's one other reason I broke up with him," Kitty muttered.
"What's that?" Kurt asked.
"There's someone else I like," Kurt's chest tightened. *What was she going to say next? *
"And you feel guilty for leaving Lance for this person?" Kitty nodded, hugging her knees to her chest. "Do you really love the person?"
"I think I do. I can't get him out of my head," Kurt smiled.
"Can I ask who this person is?" Kitty turned red, although Kurt couldn't see it.
"Well.he's charming, funny, cute, has this cute accent." she trailed off. Kurt could barely contain the grin that was threatening to make its way onto his face.
"What else?"
Kitty's face burned. Well, she might as well let the cat out of the bag. "He's fuzzy and blue," Kurt smiled.
"Would his name be Kurt?" She looked up at him timidly, a small smile on her face, and nodded. They hadn't noticed how close they had been sitting before, so when Kitty raised her head, she was face to face with Kurt. Under his intense gaze, she could feel herself melting. Almost simultaneously, they slowly closed the distance between them, and kissed softly. To Kitty and Kurt, the kiss was beautiful-neither wanted it to end.
But Kitty suddenly drew away, and looked down guiltily. Kurt's eyes softened and his heart reached out for her, completely understanding the way she felt.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," she whispered.
"It's okay." He said, a small smile on his face. "I won't push you; you don't have to do anything you don't want to,"
Kitty smiled back slightly, and leaned over to hug him. "Thanks, Kurt." Then she got up and hurried back inside the mansion.
Scott and Jean, during the kiss.
Scott and Jean smiled when they kissed, each remembering their own first kiss, how perfect it had been. Scott almost unconsciously reached for her hand, and clasped it in his, bringing her closer to him. Both were astounded when Kitty broke the kiss. They were relieved to see both smile after that, but wondered why Kitty had drawn away from him.
"Hey, let's go; we don't want to be caught here," Jean said, turning towards Scott. The dishes were pretty much done with, and Jean put the one she had been holding the whole time in its rightful drawer. She walked out, pulling Scott, who was hiding a small smile, behind her.
Jean led him out to the balcony in her room, and they sat down, enjoying the feeling of the cool night breeze. "Do you think Kitty's completely over Lance yet?" Jean asked, looking out over the balcony fence.
"Judging by the way she drew back, no," Scott answered. "I think she's having a hard time dealing with her feelings for Lance and Kurt,"
"Yeah, me too," Jean yawned widely. "I'm tired. Let's go to sleep,"
Scott gave her one last kiss, and prepared to go back to his own bedroom. "See you tomorrow,"
"Scott, wait." Jean paused as Scott turned around. "Stay, I don't feel like sleeping alone tonight." She looked down and slightly smiled, embarrassed.
Scott's eyebrows shot up high over his glasses. "Ah.isn't that pushing things a bit?"
"Huh?" Jean was confused for a second. Then she realized that he had gotten the wrong idea and grinned and winked at him. "No, you horny boy. I meant sleep as in sleep," Scott visibly relaxed, and blushed slightly.
"Sure. Just let me go get ready for bed and I'll be right back." He slipped out the door. Jean was still smiling as she headed to her own sink.
In a few minutes, Scott returned, wearing his sleeping goggles. Not for the first eim, Jean wished that she could look directly into his eyes and see what color they were. She had never asked him, not wanting him to feel embarrassed or awkward. He walked to the bed where she was already wrapped up in her blankets and waiting for him. Scott tugged gently at the covers. But when Jean refused to let them go, with one well placed push, pushed Jean off the bed, grabbing some of the covers as she went. He made sure that there was still enough around her so she wouldn't get hurt when she hit the ground. Jean landed with a thump and a shriek, and scrambled back onto the bed as Scott laughed heartily. Before she could do anything back to him, however, he pulled her closer to kiss her, to make up for pushing her off the ed. Deciding to accept what she knew was Scott's apology, she melted into his sweet kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
//You still deserved it though\\ Suddenly Jean heard Scott's voice in her head.
//Nu-uh!\\ She whined, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
//Oh yes you did, and you know you did\\ Scott pulled her closer to him too, the strong arms that held her tightened around her waist.
Jean pulled away, grinning evilly. "No, I didn't. And I wanna go to sleep now," She flopped down on the bed, and Scott followed suit. She snuggled backwards into his perfectly chiseled chest, drawing the blankets around them both. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, and both fell asleep soon after that.