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"Okay." Raven mumbled from her comfortable seat on the couch, tangled up with Pietro. She hadn't thought past those words but she figured it was a good start.

"Okay what?" Pietro called her on it as he ran his fingers through her dark hair. He didn't care what she chose to look like and she had been staying in her Darkholme guise for months. It was just how she thought he was use to seeing her.

"I think I'm gonna go change." She mumbled forcing her self to get up only to have him grab her and pull her back down.

"Yeah….no." He mumbled only to get whacked on the head.

"I am NOT spending the rest of the day in my work clothes you creep. But you can start dinner while I'm doing that." She told him as he quirked an eyebrow.

"Good idea." He nodded slowly wondering if the "behind closed doors" situation was still bothering her.

She nodded and stood up helping him up off the couch.

"But nothing greasy!" She called to him as she walked over to the stairs, "I like my arteries just that way that they are!"

He rolled his bright eyes as he zipped up behind her.

"Talk about your arteries all you want I know you just don't wanna get fat." He teased pinching her sides. She jumped and punched him on the shoulder.

"Hey!" He grouched as he rubbed his arm, "What did I tell you about unleashing that vicious boxer within your soul? You hit hard."

She laughed as she walked up the stairs to her room. The noises of Pietro in the kitchen clanking in her ears.

It wasn't too late, the lights in her bedroom were off and her curtains were closed giving the room an overall dusty feel.

Not even bothering to stop her walk to her bed she jerked off her gold earrings and let them fall to the floor.

They were a birthday gift from her old husband. Kurt's father. She laughed as she slid her shoes off.

"What would he think of me now?"

She pulled her hair down and slipped her glasses off. Sighing she pulled a hand through her now long, dark hair.

Nothing better than he did.

He didn't care about her.

Standing up she jerked a dresser door open and grabbed a black razor back and dark green cargo sweat pants.

Not like Pietro cared. That she knew. He knew her big secrets. And he didn't care.

She changed quickly and looked in the mirror. She pulled her hair into a ponytail. She didn't look THAT old.

"Raven what are you doing?" She asked herself as she leaned in closer.

She knew that there was no way she was going to give up what she had without a fight. But how did Pietro feel? He had his whole life ahead of him.

"You're in love with him."

PIETRO was a fairly good cook. Nothing too spectacular but the only boy in the house other than Freddy who could be trusted to not blow up the kitchen. So when Raven asked him to make dinner he pulled out a frozen cart of lasagna and popped it in the oven.

He hauled himself up on the counter and looked down at the tile floors. He was beginning to get worried. He knew that Raven wasn't sure how seriously to take his affections.

Clenching his fists he glared up at the ceiling. He knew it wasn't fair of her to assume but he couldn't really understand where she was coming from.

He just wanted to know what he could do to prove that he loved her.

…………………………………………………………….Wait.

Backtrack, Holdup, Rewind……….WHAT did he just say?

He LOVED her.

Eyes open he hopped off the counter.

He LOVED her.

He loved her smile, her laugh, her worries, her overprotective streak, her right hook.

Whoa. He was in love………….so that's what that feeling was.

But…now he didn't know what to do. He knew that Raven had been married before. She was Kurt's mother so of course she had been in love.

How was he supposed to live up to those standards? When was he supposed to tell her? WAS he supposed to tell her? What if she didn't believe him? What if she thought he was just overeager and it wasn't really love?

Not used to having all these insecurities he turned to the cabinets and let his head thunk on the hard wood. He had never BEEN in love before.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear two things. One was the beeping of the oven.

The other was Raven coming into the kitchen. Her eyes were a bit puffy. Had she been crying?

They looked at each other for a good five minutes before speaking at the same time.

"Food's done."

"Have you been crying?"

She looked at him for another moment. "Don't worry about it." She told him icily.

He sighed and went to the oven. He could understand if she didn't want anyone else in the WORLD to know that she was crying. Nobody suspected it of her. They all thought she was an evil bitch for lack of a better word. And he knew that most people thought no better of him.

But she was supposed to tell HIM, he wasn't that rest of the world.

"Maybe I want to worry about it." He told her as he pulled the lasagna out of the oven. "Goddamnit!" he cursed when he saw the burnt food.

Setting it down he glared at it as Raven walked up next to him.

"What IS that?" she asked in a shaky voice that only confirmed Pietro's earlier assumption.

"I dunno, but we could always add ketchup, throw it in a blender and serve it in a bowl." He said seriously, the crack coming from the grossest breakfast they had ever eaten when Todd decided to make an EggShake.

"Ew, let's not and say we did." Pietro nodded at her suggestion.

He looked at her from the corner of his eye. Slipping an arm around her waist he pulled her closer to him and kissed her forehead.

Her dark brown eyes were really, exceptionally large when she turned them on him.

"It'll be okay." He told her.

He definitely wasn't talking about dinner.

"CAN you see anything?" Kitty hissed to her boyfriend from her spot in the jeep that was strategically placed behind a tree. When Lance had asked her to do this she hadn't known that he was actually serious. She just thought it was a way to be alone.

"No. Damn. I KNOW something's up." He muttered letting the binoculars fall from his eyes.

Kitty raised an eyebrow at him. "What exactly do you hope to accomplish? I mean-maybe they're together maybe they aren't. What do you plan on doing with this info anyway?" She asked them all.

Todd coughed something that suspiciously sounded like "Blackmail."

"Toad!" she shrieked, "Your horrible."

Wanda glared at the boy harshly. "He's kidding."

Lance nodded, "We just want to know what's going on. Shit's weird. Them dating isn't any weirder than what goes on everyday around that house any way. They shouldn't have to be so secretive."

"I'm not sure I want to hear this." Kurt mumbled feeling unwanted in the group. Maybe he would be happier NOT knowing what was going on. Pietro was HIS age for god's sake and Mystique was his MOTHER.

Wanda glared at him. "Then maybe you shouldn't be here."

This twerp was getting on her nerves majorly. Not to mention if they found out she didn't trust him to keep his mouth shut.

"Guys…" Freddy began slowly, "maybe we should just talk to them about it."

Kitty looked at him for a moment, "I for one know that Pietro will kill you if he founds out you spied on him."

Lance shook his head at her, "Aw hell no. You are so going down with us if he finds out."

"Which he will if you don't shut your trap Alvers." Wands hissed to him. "Now I for one feel stupid. The night is young so why don't we go have some fun why we still can and figure this out in the morning." She suggested. And when Wanda suggested something it was a little more than just a suggestion.

The little spying posse grumbled, all except for Kurt whose eyes couldn't help flicker back to the house.

DigitalAngel4U: Yes very short sorry. I like the idea to much to let it go but I haven't really been giving this story my all. I'll try to get a newer longer more productive chapter up soon. Tell me what you think. Good or bad all is welcome.