Chapter 6: Breakfast and a Nap

As soon as Kurt got home from school, Logan stopped him before he could walk into his room.

"Hey Mr. Hide-a-Girl-in-My-Bathroom."

Kurt glared.

"I didn't hide anyvon."

Logan laughed and nodded.

"I know. I know. But you know that gal who was in your bathroom?"

Kurt looked anxious as he nodded.

"She's here to stay."

Kurt looked up at Logan like he was an idiot.

"But she has to be a mutant to stay here."

Logan tapped Kurt's forehead lightly.

"Duh, Elf. You don't learn anything at school about logic, do you?"

Kurt glared at Logan.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

Logan smiled.

"Yeah," he said laughing, then his face turned serious. "Just so you know, if I find her in your bathroom again, it'll be extra Danger Room time for you."

He turned and left Kurt, who gulped and then went into his room where he tried to do homework, but couldn't concentrate on anything but the girl who was in his bathroom. He got up after a few minutes to look to see if she was still in there. He walked over, facing the door, and then exclaimed aloud, "WHO MELTED MY DOORKNOB?"

Alara sat on the edge of her bed. Kitty had already left to go to sleep hours ago, but Alara couldn't sleep. Kitty and she had a picnic in her room since Alara was still uneasy at the thought of other mutants and Kitty seemed to be the most normal. Restlessly, she got up and walked out into the institute. In the dark, she found her way easily, perhaps easier than in the light, but she found herself standing in front of Kurt's door. She sighed happily at the thought of being near the blue boy. Then her stomach growled angrily. After thinking a moment, she went downstairs to the black kitchen. Feeling her way along the walls, she found the light switch and flicked it on. She looked around, taking note of everything, then began to get out pots and pans. She chopped, diced, scrambled, mixed and cooked all through the night.

Early in the morning, people began to stir. As they flocked to the kitchen for breakfast, they were all astonished at the sight they found. The students began to whisper and eventually word reached the adults. As Logan pushed his way through the crowd of young mutants, a delicious smell met his nose, causing his mouth to water and stomach to growl. He reached the kitchen and smirked at what he saw.

A giant feast was set out on the kitchen table. Everything was piping hot and fresh. Biscuits, pancakes, omelets, bacon, ham, waffles, sausage, sliced fruit. Every breakfast food imaginable. Including those from other countries such as Swedish pancakes and other delectable items. And on the floor in front of it was Alara, dressed in a light purple sweater and deep purple pajama bottoms, both of which were covered in fruit juice, flour, batter, and grease, sleeping peacefully with a note on top of her. Logan picked it up and read it aloud to the swarm of students.

"To my new family: Enjoy the feast! The new girl… aka Alara," he read.

The students eyed the feast hungrily but Logan wouldn't let them past until he had a chance to wake her up. He leaned over her and shook her gently.

"Alara," he murmured. "Wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Logan."

He smiled at her.

"Hello. Did you make that?" he asked pointing to the food.

She sat up and looked at it.

"Yes I did. I worked all night on it," she said happily. Then her smile turned into a frown. "Is something wrong with it? No one's eating it."

Logan shook his head.

"No. We just weren't sure if you wanted us to wait for you or not."

She smiled.

"I just want to sleep for a bit. I'm not hungry right now. Honest."

Logan nodded.

"All right," he said, turning to the other kids. "Time to eat!"

They swarmed in around Logan and Alara, attacking the food quickly. Alara looked around frantically, but the blue boy was nowhere to be found. Knowing that Logan wouldn't fully approve of her actions, she waited until Logan was busy chomping on a piece of ham until she started to gather a plate of food and snuck out of the kitchen without anyone noticing. She walked quickly up to Kurt's room and, balancing the food and glass of milk in one hand, knocked on the door.

Inside, Kurt slept peacefully until the knock on the door woke him up. He grumbled and slammed his fist on the snooze button on his alarm clock instinctively. When Alara knocked again, Kurt blinked sleepily and got up.

"Vhat is so important that someone had to vake me up at this hour?"

He walked over to the door in just a pair of shorts and swung the door open wide. Alara stood in front of him, her fist raised to knock again and a plate of food and a glass of milk in the other. She looked slightly like a deer in headlights for a second, as did Kurt, before she coughed and said, "Um. I thought you would like breakfast since the others are eating it faster than I expected and you weren't there to have any."

Kurt stood there dumbfounded for a second, then blinked and shook his head.

"Oh. Thank you."

He took the plate and glass of milk gingerly and smiled.

Alara smiled and said, "I made it myself last night. I… uh… wanted to apologize for yesterday… I didn't mean to get you in so much trouble."

"If oh fofem," Kurt exclaimed, his mouth full of omelet.

"Huh?"

"It's no problem," he said, swallowing.

Alara smiled and laughed slightly.

"Okay then. I'll leave you to your breakfast," she said, turning to go.

"Vait! Vhat is your name?" he asked.

"Alara," she replied. "And yours?"

"Kurt," he responded, taking another bite of omelet.

"Kurt," she repeated, almost dreamily. "Okay then."

She smiled and waved slightly before going back to her room, collapsing on the bed and falling fast asleep. Kurt, on the other hand, stayed wide-awake eating the food she had prepared, wondering why she had brought him food and none for his roommate Evan, who was sleeping in the bed on the opposite side of the room. Then he bamphed into his bathroom to take a shower. He glanced in the mirror before stepping in, and noticed something very strange on his right cheek. He looked closer and found a red kiss print on his face.

"Vhat the-?"