Dejectedly, he bamfed back into the noon sunshine and got into the car. The drive back to the mansion was not pleasant, as Kurt nearly ran into a stop sign, pedestrian, and a homeless man holding up a sign with the words "Will Wok 4 Fud" scrawled across it. Sighing, Kurt laid his head on the steering wheel. Today just wasn't his day. About five minutes later, he made it safely into the garage of the mansion in one piece, a feat that could only be attributed to the lord himself.

The car settled into a smooth stop, next to carnation pink Porsche with the license plate "PNKMOBL", obviously belonging to one of the females of the mansion. Thankful that he hadn't dented the exterior, Kurt exhaled with a strong sigh. His once exuberant form now hunched over as he exited the garage and entered the front entrance of the mansion.

Scott whistled as he walked down the corridor. As far as he was concerned, he was the man. He had just convinced Jean to go out on a date with him, even better she was canceling her plans with that ass Duncan Matthew. Could the day get any better? Kurt's slumped figure came into view.

"Hey Kurt, what's up, man?"

Kurt walked past, barely acknowledging his presence. Scott was confused; usually Kurt was the friendliest person in the world (even when you didn't want him to be). He shrugged, chalking Kurt's mood up to teen hormones. "Maybe he's just having a bad day," Scott reasoned with himself. Besides, he didn't have time to worry about Kurt; he had a date with one hot red-head named Jean Grey.

It was time for lunch. The entire mansion was congregating in the dining room. Kurt walked past the hungry students, his heart wanting something other than mere food. Amara, Evan, and Bobby, rushed past with quick greetings of "Hi", Kurt hardly noticed them. Silently, he trudged up the steps and into his room, and lay on his bed.

Kitty and Logan were trying their best to get the food set on the table as quickly as possible. More and more students were arriving, their complaints voiced loudly. The sweat was beading on kitty forehead, making her ponytail coming undone.

"Man, these kids are like animals," Kitty whined, putting more salad mix into a bowl. Logan's only reply was a snort, as he took the salt and pepper shakers into the dining room. After all the food was ready (nearly ten minutes later), everyone was seated. The sound of various conversations surrounded the room. Kitty was surprised, the seat next to hers, Kurt's, was empty. Kitty knew Kurt would never miss an opportunity where food was present.

She turned to Bobby, "Have you seen Kurt? He never misses lunch."

Bobby chewed and swallowed the mouth full of baby shrimp before answering, "Uh, yea, I saw him a while ago, going up the steps. I think he went to his room. Poor guy didn't look so good."

Kitty thanked him and turned to the professor, "I need to be excused. I'm going to check on Kurt. I think something might be wrong, he never misses lunch, it's his favorite meal of the day."

The professor nodded, "Yes, I believe that would be a good idea Kitty. I was wondering why his trip to Amanda's was so brief."

Kitty rushed out of the room and up the steps. She paused in front of Kurt's door, there was no sound. She lifted her hand and knocked on the door three times.

"Kurt?"

There was no answer. Kitty was starting to doubt Kurt was in his room, maybe Bobby had been wrong.

Without thinking, she phased through the door and into the room. It was immaculate (a stretch for Kurt). The lights were off and the window blinds were closed. Kitty could barely see in front of her. She searched for the only part of Kurt that would discernable in such darkness, his golden eyes.

"Ouch," Kitty had run into Kurt's bed. She ran her hands over the covers…no Kurt. Kitty was starting to think something was seriously wrong. She tried calling Kurt's named twice more. Her voice echoing off the walls, met with silence. Kitty turned to the door, when a draft hit her. The window was open.

"Maybe…"

Sticking her head out the window, her eyes met with Kurt's solitary silhouette sitting on the balcony ledge.

"Thank, God," Kitty sighed. Kurt didn't seem to know she was there.

"Kurt," she shouted in his direction. Kurt still did not turn around. It was starting to rain; the sky had turned a nasty cloudy blue. Small drops of water hit Kurt faster and faster, his fur getting drenched.

Something was obviously wrong with Kurt. His fur was soaked, and it would take Kurt at least an hour to get dry. Carefully, Kitty balanced on the semi-high ledge, walking steadily in Kurt's direction.

"The things I do for my friends," she thought. By the time, she reached Kurt, she too was soaked, her ponytail destroyed. Kitty flicked the wet strands of hair from her face and looked at Kurt. He was hunched over, perched upon the ledge like some kind of large exotic bird. His wet fur, usually cobalt, was now a limp, drenched, black.

Shaking, Kitty reached a hand out and touched his shoulder, "Kurt"

Slowly, Kurt turned his head. Under the waterfall of hair that covered his face his eyes held such sadness, that Kitty could feel her own filing up with tears.

"Bitte gerechter Urlaub Kitty," he choked out.

Deciding not to comment on the obvious fact that she didn't know German, Kitty tried again, "Kurt, please. We have to go inside, it raining and were like getting drenched."

Kurt simply stared at her with the same remoteness in his eyes, before turning back to peer at nothing. Kitty was determined to get Kurt to come inside, she wasn't going to have both of them catch pneumonia. With a burst of resolute strength, she grabbed onto Kurt's arm and yanked. The quickness of the movement made the rubber of kitty's shoes skid across the wet rail. Before she could blink she was falling.

To afraid to think, Kitty simply screamed. Shaken out of his thoughts, Kurt watched as Kitty went spiraling towards the ground below. His thoughts temporarily paused, Kurt's only goal was to save Kitty from becoming a permanent part of the landscape. Diving off the ledge, Kurt bamfed beneath Kitty.

Kitty had stopped screaming, her voice lost in the pounding rain. Powerful arms wrapped around her waist, and the next thing she knew, she was in pitch black. There was no more rain beating down on her head. Kurt's steady yellow gaze landed on her, they were no standing in his bedroom. Kurt had saved her.

Author's note: Sorry it took so long for this chapter. I didn't forget this story. Next chapter coming soon. Keep reviewing