A.N. Thanks for all of the reviews so far! Oh yah, for those of you who don't like Scott and Rogue, don't worry. There is going to be slight Romy. This is also a Kietro fic, and maybe a hint of Sean. IF you don't like these couples, you have been warned! Anyway, onto the story!

"What the heck is this?" Evan asked as he looked at some mushy substance he could only guess was supposed to pass for food.

"I think it's Figgie pudding considering it's almost Christmas," Kurt said as he picked up the bowl that contained the "pudding" and turned it upside down over his plate. The "pudding" didn't budge. "I wouldn't recommend eating it." The X-Men were all staring at Kurt's "pudding" in awe.

"I really don't think that's supposed to do that," Scott said eyeing it with suspicion. He looked over at Jean who seemed to be the only one who wasn't worried about the food. "Why don't you find this weird?"

"I've gotten used to the school's "food". I don't think anything could surprise me after what I've seen," She replied calmly.

"You must have seen some traumatizing things," Evan said, only half joking. Just then Kitty, Rogue, and Jubilee sat down.

"Why are you late?" Scott questioned.

"We were stopped in the hall by the "king" himself," Jubilee answered.

"Elvis stopped you in the hall?" Kurt questioned.

"Like, not that "king"," Kitty said, shaking her head, "Like we were talking about Pietro Maximoff."

"Ya. And he was actin' weird," Rogue stated, sitting down next to Evan.

"Weirder than usual?" Evan asked sarcastically.

"Like yah. He said that he was going to see us sooner than we thought, you know," Kitty answered, recalling Pietro's words.

"Quicksilver was probably just trying to shake you up a bit. He was probably just joking," Scott said, as it if were the most logical explanation.

"Yah, well he did a pretty good job of it," Jubilee stated.

"Why don't we change the subject," Evan said. He never really liked about Pietro. They were definitely not friends.

"Yah. So what did you get me for Christmas, Kitty?" Kurt asked in his thick German accent.

"I'm like not telling you. You'll like have to wait until Christmas, Kurt," Kitty said smiling.

"Jean can't you just read her mind and tell me what she got for me?" Kurt whined playfully. The X-Men laughed at Kurt's antics. "Oh well. At least I only have to wait for one week." Just then the bell rang. They all waved good-bye and split up in search for their lockers.

* * *

Lance, Pietro, Todd, and Freddy all sat at their usual table. Only Freddy was actually eating what they could only presume was "pudding". Lance and Pietro were arguing as Todd just listened.

"Why would you even want to go?" Lance questioned. They were arguing over the Christmas invitation.

"It's not like we have anything better to do," Pietro argued.

"It's an invitation to, as you put it, The "X-Geek's" Christmas party," Lance stated as if that cleared up everything.

"Yah, but I'm in the mood to crash it," Pietro whined. "It's not as if we ever have a huge celebration, and Christmas is a holiday that I actually like. Almost as much as April Fools Day!"

"Fine. Why don't we take a vote?" Lance offered.

"Okay," Pietro agreed.

"Everyone for going to the party say "I"," Lance said.

"I," Pietro and Todd said in unison. Lance looked at Todd with a shocked expression.

"What, yo?!" Todd asked defensively, "It could be fun, yo."

"Alright, alright. Everyone for not going, say "I"," Lance said, "I." He looked over at Freddy expectantly. He was just finishing eating. He probably hadn't even heard a word that they had said. "Freddy! You have to vote too."

"What?" Freddy asked, swallowing the food he had just taken a bite out of.

"Do you or do you not want to go to X-Men's Christmas party?" Lance asked, trying to keep his patience. Freddy pondered the idea for a minute.

~~ Uh oh. Freddy's actually thinking! I better use my trump card! ~~ Pietro thought.

"There'll by free food!" Pietro said to Freddy.

"Let's go to the part then!" Freddy answered enthusiastically.

"That was cheating, Pietro," Lance growled under his breath. Just then the bell rang, stopping any more arguing between the Brotherhood members. They split up to go to their respective lockers and head off to class.