Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.

Chapter 14

Uh…more arguments

Kitty looked up at Lance shyly, but avoided his gaze. She smiled softly at him, and Lance the same to her. Pietro stood up and faced Lance. They stood there nervously, neither knowing what to say, for a few minutes until Lance finally spoke up.

"I'm…er…sorry." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"Me too." Pietro said, then he stuck out his arm. "Friends?" he asked. Lance extended his arm as well and shook Pietro's hand. Kitty smiled.

Pietro sat back down and Lance joined them, sitting on the other side of Kitty and taking her hand in his. She didn't respond in any way, not even a smile like she normally would. Lance was afraid she was still mad at him, but little did he know that she was nowhere close to it; she was embarrassed. She felt foolish after their little fight upstairs; she had overreacted, as usual. She also was worrying about the 'Fred thing', even though Kurt told her not to.

"So, how have things been for you two?" Pietro asked, glancing quickly at Kitty before looking at Lance once more. Kitty knew where he was going with this, and she was glaring at him.

"Oh, we've been fine." Lance said, missing the glances the other two were sharing.

"Really, cause that's not what I've heard." Pietro said, avoiding Kitty's gaze as best he could.

"What are you talking about?" Lance asked, glaring at Pietro while his grasp on Kitty's hand tightened.

"Well, maybe nothing I've heard but I have noticed that Kitty doesn't seem very happy. And what's with her crying because of you?" Pietro said, glaring at Lance in return.

"Um, hello, I'm sitting right here." Kitty said, highly annoyed.

"Are you not happy with me?" Lance asked her, worried.

"Of course I am Lance!" Kitty said, squeezing his hand and unconsciously moving closer to him. "Pietro is just blowing things out of proportion." She added, glaring at Pietro once more.

"Hey, I wasn't the one who started crying and then ran out of the room. And I also wasn't the one who came back with some other guy's arm around me while I leaned my head on his shoulder." Pietro said really fast, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What?" Lance asked angrily. "Who were you with?"

"Like, who do you think Lance?" Kitty said.

"Blue boy? Are you getting extra chummy with him again?" Lance asked, letting go of her hand.

"Lance, Kurt is my best friend. He has always and will always be my friend. So, like, you better get used to it now." Kitty said, standing up.

"Or what?" Lance asked, his voice raising as he stood up as well.

"Why are you always so jealous, Lance?" she asked, her voice becoming louder as well.

"Stop changing the subject." He said, glaring at her. "So you're telling me that every time we have a fight you're just going to run off to Kurt who let's you cry on his shoulder? And then you're telling me that you two haven't become closer and that there's nothing going on?

"Lance! Nothing is going on." Kitty said, catching more people's attention.

"And why should I believe you?" Lance practically shouted.

Kitty was hurt. She felt as if Lance had just slapped her across the face. She couldn't understand why he didn't trust her. She felt her tears returning and fought against them, refusing to cry anymore.

"If you can't answer that for yourself, then we weren't meant to be together." Kitty said, way too calmly. And then she turned around and walked out of the room, ignoring everyone's questioning glances.

Lance froze. He hadn't meant for that to get so out of hand. He couldn't figure out what possessed him to say that Kitty was cheating on him. He knew that she would never do that to him. But the look on Kitty's face after he practically said he didn't trust her broke his heart. And she seemed very serious during her final comment, and that scared Lance; he can't lose her.

Lance ran out of the room a few minutes after Kitty and went straight for her room. He stopped at the door and listened for any sounds coming from inside; there were none. Praying that the door was unlocked, he reached out and put his hand on the doorknob and turned it; it opened.

He walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Lance was sure she was in there, but the room was empty. He walked over to the balcony door and opened it. Kitty was standing there, staring off into space. Lance wasn't sure if she realized he was there, but when he took a step forward and she tensed up, he was pretty sure she knew.

"Kitty?" Lance asked, unsure of whether or not she'd answer him. "Kitty, I'm sorry." He said in a small voice. "I…I didn't mean it. You know I trust you. I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry."

Kitty heard the desperation and need in his voice and it made her want to cry more. She turned around and faced him, noticing that a tear was sliding down his cheek. Kitty was shocked. She had never seen Lance cry before.

"Lance? You're crying." She said softly, wiping his tear away.

"I don't want to lose you pretty Kitty." He said, staring into her eyes. "I love you."

Kitty's eyes widened and her heartbeat increased. That was the first time that Lance told her that. She was too stunned to move or know what to do. Finally, after a few seconds, she stepped forward and put her arms around him, holding him tight.

"I love you too, Lance."

A/N: Yeah, um, I'm kind of running out of ideas…. And I think this chapter proves it.