Well since I like this story enough, I'm going to go ahead and work on it some more. I'll do a little recap on the first chapter from where I left off. Cecilia saved Kurt from the soldiers after him and even got Hank McCoy to help her. Don't you love Cameo appearances? So now he's at her home recovering. Also I felt that the first chapter needed to be told from Kurt's perspective. For the most part it'll be written in third person from now on.

That's all! On to Chapter 2!

Chapter 2: Waltz of the Snowflakes

The bell that ended first period rang. A mass of mutant children ran chattering to their lockers and on to their next class. Of course they had no teachers today, which seemed odd to them considering that the Professor valued education above all things. Whatever it was that was keeping them in his office, it must've been big. It was certain that they never would've expected that he and the others were only examining their new history teacher's past.

When Kurt had come to the school, the Professor could see that he very much valued history and was suited best to teach it. He did a good job too. Often times the professor would hear students discussing Gandhi's Legacy in their free time. Surely they were curious about what was being said behind that office door, but they respected the Professor and their teachers far too much to invade their privacy.

As the tardy bell rang, the halls became quiet once more. Inside the office, the professor and the others waited for Kurt to continue. Realizing that there were no more disruptions from the outside, he thought for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts again.

'Ah yes...' He thought. "I don't know how much time passed between that first night and when I awoke again. I'd had a horrible nightmare about her. It had death and pain as it's major elements. I awoke in a horrible shock. It must've been at least 2 or 3 days since I learned her name, the wounds were beginning to mend. I couldn't remember anything after that night. For a moment, I had trouble recalling where I was. But that's right, I was here with her. With Cecilia. Where was she? Did they take her away? Did they find out she saved me and...I got worried, I had to find her. I didn't want to think that the nightmare was true."

~*~

Kurt stood on the top of a building overlooking Rockefeller center. Snowflakes gently fell to the ground over the skating ring. Cecilia was there, skating, her scarf waving in the wind. Kurt smiled down at her, he always liked to watch her. His smile quickly faded when he noticed many of the men that were chasing him before, surround the ice ring. He quickly teleported down to where Cecilia was, but not soon enough. The men had opened fire. He couldn't see her, no matter how hard he tried to find her. All he could see was ice stained red and bullets passing by him and all he could hear was the firing of guns and innocent screams.

His eyes shot open and he let a fearful groan escape his lips. Sweat rolled down his brow and his chest heaved frantically. 'It was just a dream.' He thought, as he sighed in relief. Looking around the room, he noticed a glass door leading to a balcony. "That's all I need...some fresh air" he said to himself.

He slowly stood up, using the bed boards for support. There was an unignorable ache in his left thigh. That's right, those men had shot him in the leg in an attempt to demobilize him. It didn't hurt enough to unbearable, so he did his best to ignore it and continued towards the balcony. It could've been worse...at least he lived.

Upon reaching the door, he slid it open and stepped out. He leaned against the railing of the balcony and looked out at the city below. It was obviously a well off neighborhood. Not quite park avenue, but close. The city lights were quite visible from being so high up. It was beautiful.

'They could be out there somewhere...what if they're looking for me? She won't be safe...I have to leave here as soon as I can.' he thought. Something wet hit his nose. He looked up and saw a blanket of white gently falling to the ground. It was so quiet from up there you could almost hear the snow fall.

"You just broke your fever, you don't wanna bring it back by catching cold out here do you?" Kurt turned around to see Cecilia leaning casually against the door. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she was dressed in dance attire. He assumed that she'd just returned from a practice. She smiled and stepped out onto the balcony. "Kurt right?" she asked. He nodded and shyly looked away from her, pretending to focus his attention on the city. "Are you hungry?" Asked Cecilia, leaning her head over the railing slightly, trying to make him look at her.

~*~

Kurt sat on the couch in the living room next to a roaring fire in the fireplace. There were Christmas stockings hung above it along with a finely carved nativity scene neatly arranged on the mantle. A tree was decorated in the corner and a few gifts were neatly wrapped under it. The living room and kitchen had no wall between them. Neither did the Dining Area. He could see Cecilia anywhere she was so long as she stayed in this area. This put Kurt at ease for awhile and he laid his head back against the top of the couch in an effort to relax.

Cecilia was in the kitchen tenderizing what looked to be chicken with a mallet. "I noticed that you have a cross. Did you make it yourself?" She asked. Kurt didn't notice it was gone until she asked and searched through his pockets to find it. She noticed that he was concerned about it's whereabouts. She stopped what she was doing and walked over to the table. She took it in her hand and walked over to where Kurt was sitting. He hadn't noticed what she was doing until she was in front of him.

She held it up in front of him and smiled that chaste way that she had always smiled at him. "It had a lot of blood on it. So I washed it off for you." She said. He slowly held out his hand, letting her drop it into his palm. Clutching it in his palm he stared at for a moment or two. 'Why am I here?' He thought. 'God, do you have a greater purpose behind my being here...with her?' He couldn't bring himself to look at her, he was always afraid that he would see disgust in her eyes for his appearance.

She sat down next to him, resting her hands on her knees. "You didn't answer my question." She said. "What?" he asked, hesitant to take his eyes off the cross. Cecilia arched her eyebrows, confused but also intrigued by his gestures. 'Well he's different from any other man I've met, that's for sure. He seems afraid to look at me or speak to me.' She thought. "Why would someone be afraid to look another person in the eyes or speak to them?" she asked. Kurt looked up at her, still avoiding looking her in the eyes. She regretted asking the question for he looked as if she'd just poured salt on his injuries.

She stood up and headed back to the kitchen. "I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to ask you that. It's just that I'm not used to men like you, but still, you shouldn't feel inferior to me or anybody else." She said, taking the mallet in her hand. "Yes." he said quietly. Cecilia turned from her work again, seemingly forgetting what she had asked him about earlier. "Yes I-I did make this." He said, finally finding the courage to look her in the eyes. She flashed a quick smile before turning back around. "It's beautiful." she said.

~*~

Kurt had been really hungry since he woke up. He was thankful to discover that Cecilia was an excellent cook. After he'd eaten until he was full, Cecilia helped him back to the bedroom to look at his wounds. He swore he was okay but she insisted on looking at his wounds, just to make sure they were healing well.

Unwrapping his leg was tough on Kurt. He hadn't realized just how sore he was until he felt cold air against the wounds. He bit his lip to keep from groaning. He really didn't want her to worry about him. "So tell me, why were those men after you?" Asked Cecilia. She was rather close to Kurt, attempting to get a good look at his injuries. Close enough to make him a bit nervous. He wasn't used to being so closed to anyone, least of all a woman. The material that made up the sleeve of her shirt brushed against his skin as she tended to the wound on his leg. It was made of some kind a satin or silk material and it felt good against his skin.

"I'm not...exactly sure why they're doing this. But you see, I had been taken from my home in the Munich Circus. These men had threatened the other performers...telling them that they'd die if I didn't cooperate. What else could I do? I couldn't let them die...they were the only family that I'd ever known. My mother abandoned me as a baby, but the headmaster in the Circus took me in, gave me a name, gave me a home. So I went with them. They took me to this place with other mutants. They used to perform these experiments on the others...I used to fall asleep to their screams. I wish I could've saved them but they put some sort of device around my neck to keep me from teleporting." Cecilia glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

"Oh...you're a teleporter?" she said. Kurt nodded. "Incredible!" Said Cecilia with a look of intrigue on her face. Kurt let out a slight laugh. "Yes. It's nothing really." He said. She sat up on the side of the bed, ignoring what she had been doing for a moment. "When you're better, will you show me?" Cecilia took his hand in her own. Again, Kurt was slightly startled by her actions. Not that he minded them at all. "Of course. I'll take you on a tour of the city. Though I'm sure that you know it better than I do." He said. She smiled. "I'd like that."

They just sat there together for what seemed like hours before Cecilia dashed back to his side, returning to the task at hand. Kurt was a little confused by her sudden actions. 'Why would she do that? What did I do to make her nervous like tha- oh...I see.' He laughed, noticing the blush that had appeared on her pale cheeks. He'd embaressed her! "So um...anyways...they'd taken you to some sort of prison right?" She asked in a soft voice. She'd finished taking care of his leg and had begun to wrap it in fresh bandages.

"Oh, right. Well, while I was there, they never experimented on me. I don't know why...but for some reason, they'd never done anything to me. I used to ask God, 'Why them? Why would they hurt the others and not me? What did I do right that they did wrong?' The answer was simple enough. Because I could teleport, they used me to fight. They would use this serum of some sort. It burned through the back of my neck...it could control my actions. Whatever I was told to do...I had to do it...no matter how much I pleaded with myself." He paused. "So many innocent people died by my hand. I can still see their faces. I could hear their cries...but I could never find the strength that could stop me...for each one I killed...I would make one of these marks on myself...as a way to honor them and to repent for what I'd done." He said.

Cecilia was by this time tending to the wounds on his torso. She sat up, looking him straight in the eyes before examining the marks on his face and arms, and the upper part of his chest. "There are so many..." she said, brushing her fingers over them. "Luck was on my side one night...the device on my neck had blew a fuse and was not functioning, so I was able to escape. I went searching for help, but they found me. So I had to run...they'd ambushed me in a garden in Central Park...I don't know how I managed to escape but as you can see it wasn't scratch free. I found my way into the theater where you are. I knew they were nearby and I didn't want them to hurt you. The other performers had already gone, but only you were left. So I went to the stage and tried to frighten you away....but you weren't afraid of me. The next thing I know, I'm here. I don't know why...but God allowed me to live, with a little help from you and your friend."

She stood up, having finished looking over all his injuries and stretched. "Speaking of Hank, he'll be by tomorrow to look at you. Don't worry, he's a kind person and he's not one of 'those' types, so he won't tell anyone where you are. He even stayed over here and looked after you for me when I had to be at the theater. Thanks to him you're healing well." She said. "Thank you...for all that you've done for me." Said Kurt. "Don't mention it. You should rest for now though." She said, glancing outside at the sky. "I hadn't realized how late it was. It's already dark. You'll sleep in here again tonight okay?" Kurt stood up, using the wall to support himself. "No. It's alright, I'll sleep on the couch. I don't want to be an inconvenience." He said. Cecilia rested her hand on the bedpost. "An inconvenience?" she asked. Kurt nodded and began to limp slowly towards the door. Cecilia looked around the room, her lips trembling, looking for the words to say. She didn't mind his presence, in fact, she really liked it. How could he think of himself as an inconvenience?

He opened the door. "Wait!" she shouted. His shoulders jerked and he turned around in surprise. She looked at the bed and back at him, and back to the bed again. "I-It's cold. I mean I...well I think we'd both be much more comfortable if we both slept in here." she said. Kurt was speechless. Thank God his skin was blue, otherwise, she would've seen him blushing. "That is, if you're okay with it." She said. 'Real slick Cecilia. You've embaressed him!' she thought to herself. 'She probably doesn't feel attracted to you anyways. Why would she? You're not worth it. It doesn't mean anything, so it's fine.' he thought and nodded. She sighed in relief. "Okay, I just have to change and then I'll be back." she said, turning the covers down, and heading towards the closet. She pulled out a black satin spaghetti strap night gown and went to the bathroom to change. 'Oh dear Lord..." thought Kurt.

~*~

Emerging from the bathroom, she found Kurt sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window. He had found his shirt and slipped it back on. She hadn't meant to make him this nervous. Seeing Cecilia in the short black night gown made him swallow a couple of times. She looked quite charming. Her legs were long and toned from years of dance, making them a firm perfect shape. Her ankles were beautiful as well in spite of her callused feet. Her waist was dainty and long like her legs. Her bust was rather large for a dancer, but not too big, keeping with her lean look. She was quite beautiful...no not JUST beautiful, she was sexy, and Kurt knew it perfectly well.

She turned off the overhead lights, leaving only one of the bedside lamps on, giving her just enough light to see where she was going. She slipped under the covers and waited for Kurt to do the same before she turned out the light. He hesitantly slipped under the covers as well, putting as much distance between them as possible. He laid on his side, his back turned to Cecilia. She sighed before turning out the light and laying on her side, looking in his direction. She knew he was nervous about being in the same bed with her, but having spent the day talking with him, she also knew that he had been hurt many times before and that he needed someone to be there for him in life. She wanted to let him know that she could be there for him if he wanted her to be...but she didn't know how to. He was always so distant that she could never tell what it is he felt. A part of her said that he was afraid to get close to anyone and another part of her said that he had no interest in getting closer to her. She couldn't tell which was true though. One thing was for sure, he wasn't going to let her know. She had to find out for herself.

The snow had been falling all day and well into the night. Through the sheer curtains covering the balcony doors, Kurt could see the snow falling. He could hear her behind him, breathing slowly. She obviously wasn't asleep. He'd wondered why. It was cold in the room in spite of the heater being on. He knew that she was probably cold as well and he knew how he could remedy that for her. It was the least he could do after all that she'd done for him. But he didn't want to risk upsetting her with unwanted contact either, so he laid still, looking out at the falling snow.

'Well, I guess it's now or never.' thought Cecilia. Kurt was rather startled by a small hand touching his shoulder. He turned over on his back and saw Cecilia leaning her head against her other hand. She stared at him for a moment before laying her head down on his chest, careful not to hurt him, as he was still wounded. She pulled her body close to his, her stomach and chest touching his side. "It's cold. We'll be warmer if we're together." she said, laying her hand on his left shoulder. Kurt shivered and breathed heavilly. He'd never had contact like this before and Cecilia could sense it. She of course had felt contact like this many times...but she'd never felt like this when she did before. "You don't have to be afraid." She whispered, tilting her chin so that her lips were in front of his elf-like ear. He suddenly stopped breathing hard and turned his gaze to meet hers. She could see the shock on his face. He really hadn't expected affection from her. She was too tired to think anymore about it. She nestled her forehead in the curve of his neck and closed her eyes. Her breathing was inconsistent for a few minutes and slowly became a steady flow against his chest. He could feel the heat from each breath she took through his shirt. He sighed and hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, causing her to stir slightly in his grasp. 'She's so beautiful, even when she's sleeping.' He thought, lifting her hand to his mouth and kissing it. He smiled to himself, rather proud of his actions. It took a lot of courage on his part, and even more to say what he wanted to say. Even though she wouldn't hear him. "I think I love you..." he said before drifting off to sleep.

Just so you guys know...the music that inspired the feel for this chapter was not only Waltz of the Snowflakes (thus the title) but also "Cora" from Last of the Mohicans. You might wanna listen to it while reading this chapter. You could probably figure where the music would fit. Yeah I know that's stupid so sue me! Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter, I did say romance/drama and I think I lived up to that!