{Meanwhile in Xavier's Institute for gifted children}
Kurt was exhausted. Walking sluggishly down the hallway, he stumbled toward his room. The training room session had not been good to him. His concentration had not been on center and he'd taken one too many hits from Scott's laser blasts. His body felt as though it might fall apart at any second.
Rubbing his aching shoulders Kurt collapsed on his bed. Closing his eyes, he let his mind wander to something less painful than one of Storm's electric flashes…namely Amanda Sefton. A mental image floated into his mind and Kurt sighed contentedly. Amanda Sefton was to put it in one word…amazing. Standing 5'9 with sepia skin, big brown eyes, and a body that would make a grown man cry, Amanda was hot.
"All zat and a bag of chips." Kurt mused. "Hot flaming cheetos."
Besides being hot, Amanda was smart, funny, and she could put away ice cream the same way he could put away Gut bombs. And to top it all of she was his girlfriend. Kurt felt like the luckiest guy in the world every time there were together. She had given him a reason to live, a reason to enjoy being who and what he was. And that was a big accomplishment for anyone. Amanda had opened him up to a world of new possibilities.
Kurt was convinced that God had rewarded him for all his years of being faithful. She was the reminder that he still cared and had not abandoned him. All the years of being looked down upon, laughed at because of his mutation, and all of life's evil had been justified in her. Amanda was his redemption, his salvation, the one person he could run to when all others had forsaken him. Hell, she even made him feel good after an excruciating danger room session. Coming back to reality Kurt grabbed the telephone from his bed.
"1-4-7-7-3-4-2," the phone rang and rang. At the sixth ring, the answering machine picked up.
"Hi, this is Amanda Sefton. Sorry I'm not home right now, but if you leave your name, number, and a brief message I'll be sure to get back to you A.S.A.P. bye."
Beep.
Kurt was so happy to hear the relaxing sound of his love's voice (even if it was automated) that the sound of the answering machine startled him.
"Um…Ja. Amanda it'z me Kurt. Juzt called to zee vhat you vere doing. If I'm breazing hard it's probably because I juz got out of a training voom zezzion. I vas zinking maybe ve could do zomething zoon. Call me back I velly need to talk to you. I mizz the sound of your voice meine liebe. Az always I count the minutes until I zee you again. Bye."
Hanging up the phone Kurt flipped over on his stomach. Maybe it was the training session but Kurt had the oddest feeling that something wasn't quite right. He shook it off. "I'm probably juzt hungry. Time for zome grub." Clapping his hands together he got up and ran downstairs.
The kitchen was empty except for a lone storm sipping coffee from her mug. "May I join you Miz Munroe?" Ororo smiled looking up from her coffee.
"Why certainly Mister Wagner I would enjoy your company very much."
Kurt raised an eyebrow at the scent of the coffee.
"Coffee at," he glanced at the clock. "Three p.m. in the afternoon? Very unlike you Mizz Munroe. Come to zink of it, you hardly ever drink coffee." A small smile spread across her face.
"You try dealing with twenty multiples all vying for your attention on one math problem and you'll see why. It's enough to make anyone become addicted to Folgers. I need the caffeine." She shook her cup for emphasis. Kurt laughed, he understood completely. He'd run into a few more multiples than he could count…literally.
Going inside the refrigerator his face crumbled, "Aww, man there's life nozing to eat in here." Storm laughed, that boy was always hungry. "Look harder Kurt, I'm sure you can find something. You always do."
"Not unless I vant to get poisoned by von of Kitty's cookies from home Ec." It was common knowledge to everyone in the house that Kitty couldn't cook, although no one would ever be rude enough to say it to her face. Sighing Kurt finally decided on a strawberry soda. Taking the bottle from the fridge, he closed it and took a sit next to Ororo.
She was busy reading a national geographic Kurt was sure he spotted something about the mating habits of the southeastern guinea pig. Not a subject he was truly interested in. Now mating with Amanda…that was a whole other story. Kurt shook the wandering thoughts from his mind.
"I zould be concerned on vhere she iz, not vhere I vant to do vith her."
Ororo caught his disheartened look.
"Kurt is there something wrong?," she asked resting a warm hand over his. For a moment, Kurt stared into her face. Just what was wrong? He couldn't quite figure it out, but the nagging feeling was not leaving him.
"Mizz Munroe, It'z vierd but all day I've been getting zis veird feeling that something wrong."
Ororo was perplexed, "Wrong with what Kurt?"
Kurt shook his head, "Zat's ze zing I…I don't know. But I zink it haz to do vith Amanda." Ororo nodded. Perhaps Kurt just missed her, needed to spend some time with her. Ororo knew how taxing the trainings sessions could be along with school and being an x-man.
Gently squeezing his hand she finished, "Hmm…maybe you just need to get out of the mansion. Go spend some time with her. I'm sure it's nothing Kurt, probably just stress. "
"You zink so?"
"Yes I do. I'll tell you what. How about, I give you the rest of the day off? No more sessions or classes and you can go see Amanda. That way you can make sure nothings wrong." Kurt's face lit up and he squeezed her hand. "Thank you Mizz Munroe you're the greatest."
Ororo smiled "Yea, now get out of here. I'll let the professor know." Kurt didn't need telling twice, before storm could blink an eyelash he had bamfed away. Ororo carelessly waved away the stench of burning brimstone. Sitting back she sipped her coffee and went back to read her article on "The mating habits of the southeastern guinea pig."
"What interesting little animals."
Kurt had teleported to his room. Straightening up any messy clothes, he looked in the mirror. He had to look perfect for Amanda. Smoothing out he wrinkles in his shirt he eyed his outfit critically.
Was it pressed enough? Did his jeans fit right? Was his hair straight? Kurt laughed at his own vainness, "She doesn't care vhat I vear. She loves me for who I am not vhat I'm veering."
Even so, Kurt changed his outfit from a torn, oversized, grey t-shirt to a green turtleneck, and his blue jeans to a pair of old Navy cargo pants. Snatching up a comb he quickly ran it through his now almost waist length hair.
Kurt was so cheerful he almost went to ask Scott to borrow his car before reality suddenly dawned on him. He might be buddy-buddy with Scott, but the guy just did not part with his car for anyone. Well there was one way, hopefully Ororo was still in the kitchen. She seemed to be feeling generous today. Bamfing back into the kitchen Kurt was relieved to find Ororo in her same position starting on a new cup of coffee.
"Oh, Mizz Munrooooo!" Kurt asked in a singsong voice. Ororo raised an elegantly arched eyebrow. "What do you want Kurt? I thought you were on your way to see Amanda."
"Zat's the zing I vas, but zeres one small problem. Just a tiny vone." Ororo nodded understandingly, "You want to borrow a car?"
"Jes, Jes..hov did you know Mizz Munroe?"
Ororo flipped a stray piece of hair from her face, "This may surprise you Kurt but you don't have to be a telepath to figure out whats's going on in the mind of hormonal teenage boys." Kurt blushed at the use of the word hormonal. He wasn't hormonal was he? It was Kurt did think about sex as every normal teenage boy would. But he wouldn't exactly call himself hormonal. Well he did think about sex with a certain person (a lot), but that didn't make him hormonal did it?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ororo's voice, "Kurt you can use a car. Pick one; just don't take any of Scott's you know how he gets about his damned cars." Kurt's eyes widened, Ororo hardly ever swore. A fainted blush tinged her cheeks. "Now go Kurt, you have until," she glanced down at her watch, "ten o'clock tonight. I expect you in not a minute later mister Wagner. Do I make myself clear?"
Kurt saluted playfully, "Sir jes—I mean ma'am jes ma'am."
Ororo smiled, "Get going solider." Kurt gave one last salute before teleporting to the garage. Ororo turned back to her half finished cup of coffee. Despite what Kurt believed the cup had not been her second but rather her fourth. Silently Logan walked into the kitchen an eyebrow raised at the sight of Ororo and a coffee cup. "Don't ask Logan, don't ask."
Logan threw his arms up surrendering, "I wasn't. That's between you an tha cup, darling." Shaking her head, she poured the rest of the coffee down the drain. Logan opened the refrigerator to get himself his first beer of the day. Sitting down he twisted the Budweiser top with ease. Taking a deep swallow, he wiped away the foam on his top lip.
Ahh…beer, nature's ambrosia. For a moment, Ororo eyed the amber liquid before snatching the bottle and bringing it to her lips. Her face scrunched up and tears brimmed in her eyes. Logan chuckled. Without a second thought, Logan pushed the bottle to his counterpart. He was interested in knowing how much she could put away before six o'clock.
Quickly she snatched up the bottle and emptied its contents. After getting another beer, Logan sat back and watched contentedly. There was nothing like a beautiful woman and a cold beer. On her second beer, Ororo let out a loud unladylike belch.
"Excuse me." Logan smiled folding his arms.
"No, let it out darling. Get tha full experience" Ororo was hesitant.
"Go ahead," Logan, urged. Giggling Ororo gave in, "I really shouldn't be doing this but…Oh alright." Sitting back Ororo took a deep breath and belched perhaps the loudest she ever had in her life, and she did not excuse herself. Logan chuckled heartily, there were only two beers left in the case. He wondered how long Ororo would last before she pasted out, got diarrhea, or realized exactly what she was doing. Logan guessed it would be the latter and soon. Until then Logan would continue to enjoy the sight of Ororo's cleavage heaving as she downed the beers.