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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews everyone and sorry for the long time it took to get this uploaded! I had it typed but I can't upload on my computer, I have to go to a different one so I didn't upload right away. Hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review! (Aren't I subtle?)

Kurt was terrified. This was horrible. This could be the end of his stomach. This could be the end of the world.

Kitty was cooking.

He exchanged a look with Evan who looked equally terrified. Neither one of them knew how they had gotten roped into this situation. But this was not good.

Now Kurt frowned. Oh yeah. They'd gotten into this because Kitty had cornered them in the kitchen when they had been in there innocently fixing themselves lunch.

Stupid stomach. It was what had gotten him in this in the first place.

"Uh...Kitty? I think I hear Logan calling me. I should go." Kurt said, praying that his expression wouldn't give away the fact that he was lying. Evan turned and looked at Kitty, nodding quickly.

"Yeah. Me too." he added. Kitty frowned and cocked her head listening. Then she rolled her eyes.

"Guys, Logan's not even like here. He like went for a ride on his motorcycle." she told them. Evan barely managed to keep from groaning and when he looked at Kurt he could see the same expression in his eyes.

Stupid Logan. Wasn't even here to call them in the Danger Room when they needed him to.

Kitty smiled at them and held out the dreaded plate of cookies. "Now, I like want you to try these and like tell me what you think."

Kurt and Evan looked at each other one last time, resignation clear (to each other) in their eyes. Their fate was sealed.

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A few hours later, Kitty walked into the kitchen for dinner and looked around, noticing that there were still three empty seats. She walked over and sat down by Jean.

"Hey, so like where are Evan and Kurt?" she asked.

"They are both sick in bed. It seems that they both have come down with something. Would you happen to know how they could've gotten sick?" Ororo asked her. Kitty shrugged.

"I like have no idea."

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Wanda stared down at Kurt, frowning as he rolled onto his side, clutching his stomach. She sat down on the bed near him.

"So, I take it you're not feeling any better?" she asked. Kurt's eyes fluttered open and he stared over at her.

"Mother?" he asked. Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Kurt..." He grinned and rolled onto his back again.

"I'm feeling a little better. Just don't make any sudden movements or anything like that, okay?" he said, indicating that any sudden movement that jolted the bed could make it worse again. Wanda nodded.

"Think you'll be okay by morning?"

"As long as I don't have to eat any of Kitty's cooking." he replied wryly. "She's a sweet girl, but her cooking isn't too great." He sighed. "Actually it's pretty awful." Wanda smiled, though she actually wanted to frown. She didn't know what this sudden new feeling was inside of her, but she knew that she didn't like it.

He thought Kitty was sweet?

Wanda shook herself. What did she care anyway? This was Kurt. Kurt, the one who had become her friend over the past few weeks through sheer persistance and trying to cheer her up. The goofball who would do practically anything to get a smile or laugh out of a person. Kurt was a friend and nothing more. But still....

He thought Kitty was sweet?

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Wanda was frowning when she walked into Rogue's room. Pietro and Rogue looked up from their game of Scrabble (which Rogue swore that Pietro was cheating at) and Pietro eyed his twin warily. A frown on Wanda's face was never good. Rogue looked at Wanda, questioningly. She didn't share the exact same sentiment as Pietro, considering that Wanda had gotten much better at controlling her powers with time. And therefore, she wasn't as scared of Wanda as Pietro was. Not that the silver-haired boy would ever admit it.

"What's wrong Wanda?" Rogue asked. "Isn't Kurt doing any better?"

Wanda's gaze snapped to meet Rogue's and the lights flickered a bit, causing Pietro's gaze to become even more wary then before.

"How should I know how Kurt feels? Do I look like a telepath?" she snapped. Rogue's gaze remained steady on Wanda's and the flickering of the lights began to slow down.

"Pietro, why don't you let me talk to Wanda alone?" Rogue said. Pietro jumped up, all to happy to oblige. He began to speed out of the room but brought himself to a short and abrupt stop near Wanda.

"Hey, Wanda? You're okay right? I mean it's nothing serious, is it?" he asked, his concern showing in the tone of his voice.

"I'm fine." she replied shortly. When Pietro flinched a bit, Wanda softened and placed a hand on his arm before he could leave. He tensed. "I'm fine." she repeated in a softer tone. "Really, Pietro, I'm okay." He relaxed and smiled brightly.

"Wonderful! Then I'll just leave you two lovely ladies to this obviously cheerful and sunny conversation while I go have a very manly talk with Kurt." he announced. And then he was gone in a blur of silver.

As soon as he was gone, Rogue looked back at Wanda. "Sit down and tell me what's wrong." she ordered, pointing to the seat that Pietro had just vacated. Wanda raised an eyebrow at that and gave Rogue that was a mixture of skepticism and disbelief. "Don't look at me like that because I just gave you an order. Do it. Sit." Rogue pointed again, this time giving her a determined look, and sighing, Wanda did as she was told-for once.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid Wanda. I can tell that something is wrong. Now tell me what it is."

Wanda shot a glare in Rogue's general direction. "You're getting as pushy as Kitty or Jean."

"There's no need for insults. All you have to do is tell me." Rogue paused and then decided that it was time for a different tactic. Something that no one would suspect from her, especially Wanda. It was certain to get a reaction. "Come on. Tell Auntie Rogue what's wrong." she teased. Wanda looked at her, startled at the tone of voice and choice of words and then burst out laughing. Rogue grinned. "Well?"

Slowly, Wanda's laughter faded and she straightened. She looked at Rogue solemnly. "It's about Kurt." Rogue's eyes widened at Wanda's tone of voice. Wanda looked over at Rogue. "What?"

"Oh my God." she breathed. "You like him, don't you?"

This time it was Wanda's eyes that widened. "What?" she asked. "No!" She shook her head for emphasis. She did *not* like Kurt. No. No way.

Rogue crossed her arms across her chest. "Really? Then why were you frowning because of Kurt when you walked in here?" She gave her a stern look and Wanda shifted uncomfortably. She wasn't used to these kinds of talks any more than she was used to being open with someone or to what she had felt when Kurt had mentioned Kitty.

"Well..." she started. Sighing she stopped and then closed her eyes, staying silent for awhile. "He thinks Kitty's sweet!" she finally burst out.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" Rogue asked, realization dawning. Wanda's eyes snapped open and her head snapped around in Rogue's direction. She glared.

"No! I'm not jealous and I don't like Kurt! That'd be stupid." Wanda snapped. Rogue nodded.

"Sure. Okay." she said, agreeing with Wanda out loud while inside she was laughing. The girl was in complete denial and she didn't even know it.

But Rogue wasn't going to do anything about it. Hey, she may have progressed to actually having what Kitty referred to as "girl talks" with Wanda (and even some of the other girls sometimes) but she definitely wasn't going to start playing matchmaker. And even if she had wanted to, she still wouldn't of because she knew what Wanda's reaction would probably be.

She wanted to live to her next birthday, thank you.

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"Hiya blue boy! Whatcha doing?" Pietro asked as he (literally) breezed in. He frowned and looked around the apparently empty room. "Blue boy?"

Kurt looked down at Pietro from where he was hanging upside down from the hanging lamp. He tilted his head.

"Did you need something, Pietro?" he asked, causing Pietro to look up startled. Quickly, he masked the shock and crossed his arms, tapping his foot so fast that it was a blur.

"What are you up there for? Come on, I'm bored and Rogue kicked me out of her room when Wanda walked in looking like she was in need of that stupid thing known as girl talk. And do you know how unnatural that look is for Wanda? It was kind of scary. Really, why should they need to have a girl talk anyway?" Pietro said, all in one breath. There was a BAMF and then Kurt was standing in front of Pietro. Pietro coughed and waved one hand in front of his face, using his super speed to get rid of the smoke. "You really need to quit doing that, you know. Secondhand smoke. It's unhealthy for me, not to mention that the smell of sulfur will only cause girls to get that weird "I smell something" face and I can't have them doing that around me!" Pietro exclaimed. Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes as he realized that Pietro was in one of his more hyper moods. How the boy was managing to keep his voice at a speed they could all still follow, he didn't know.

"What was wrong with Wanda?" Kurt asked concerned. Pietro's gaze sharpened. Though people would never suspect it of him, he was actually very perceptive when it came to what other people were thinking or feeling. And there was something about the way Kurt said Wanda's name that told him there might be more than friendship.

"Why?" he asked, watching Kurt closely. Kurt looked a bit confused as he shrugged.

"I'd just like to know. She's my friend." Kurt replied, shrugging. Pietro nodded, looking at him.

"It's nothing serious. That's all I can tell you." Pietro said. Kurt started to protest. "Because that's all I know. Wanda didn't say anything and Rogue won't either." He smiled. "One thing about Rogue. You can always count on her to keep a secret."

Kurt nodded and looked past Pietro as if he could see Wanda to find out what was wrong. "Yes, you can."

"So..." Pietro started. "How do you feel about my sister?"

"She's my friend." he repeated, still staring out the door.

"Oh. Nothing else?" Pietro asked.

Kurt's gaze flew to meet Pietro's. "What?"

"I said, nothing else?" Pietro looked at Kurt expectantly. Kurt looked shock that Pietro would even suggest something like that.

He shook his head. "No, Pietro." he said, still shaking his head. "I told you. Wanda's just my friend. That's all."

Pietro nodded. "I was just wondering. Have to check what your intentions are towards my sister and now I know them."

Kurt looked at Pietro strangely. "Right."

Pietro studied Kurt, wondering how a person who always seemed so in tune with other people's moods and how they were feeling could be so out of tune with himself. Still, he didn't say anything as he rushed past Kurt and straddled his desk chair so that he could rest his arms on the top of the back.

"Alright, blue boy, I've got a question for you. And I want you to think really hard about this because it's a very important subject. Something that people all over the world have debated. And now, I want to know which side you fall on." Pietro paused dramatically. "Britney or Christina?"

As Kurt grinned and they began to debate the virtues of each singer and the pros and cons of each, Pietro let his mind wander. It was a good thing that he could let his mind wander and still be able to hold a conversation. It allowed him to study Kurt without seeming to obvious and think about everything that had happened. It also allowed him to think about how Kurt had reacted to the indication that something might be wrong with Wanda and to the thought of Wanda as more than a friend.

Pietro almost sighed. It was very obvious to him. Kurt liked Wanda.

And the poor guy didn't even know it.