Hey guys! I'm finally gonna update this story! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I'm kinda rusty but 'shrugs' who knows what'll happen


When Scott stepped away from the door to Kitty and Rogue's room he wondered why Rogue was getting all dressed up for, but thanked his lucky stars for the coincidence. He wouldn't have to give her an hour to get prepped up. He decided to be casual for the day and opened his closet to find he had no shirts to wear. Everything was down the laundry shoot.

"Damn," he muttered underneath his breath and checked the calendar to see who hadn't done the laundry. Turns out it was his turn. He grumbled as he made his way over to Kurt's room to borrow a shirt and opened the door without knocking. Kurt was lying on his stomach talking to some girl over the phone.

"So...vhat are you vearing?" Kurt took in a sharp breath and gasped before casually continuing. He got more comfortable by sitting cross legged and asked another question. "Is it lacy? Oh vealy. Vanna know vhat I'm vearing?"

Scott covered his mouth and cautiously closed the door. His face was red as he avoided letting out the laughter that was bubbling from deep inside.

"I'm vearing these red satin boxers...ja, the vones vith the tiny button in the front," Kurt responded. Scott started craciking up then when he saw Kurt wearing his purple jammies, in honor of the evening's Kiddie Slumber Party.

Kurt immediately hung up the phone and threw the cordless at Scott's head. Scott ducked and closed his eyes as he pulled his glasses off to wipe the tears from his eyes.

"Sie täuschen erhalten die Hölle heraus!" Kurt shouted. Scott just continued to laugh and made his way to Kurt's closet. When he got what he went to get he walked out and barely heard Kurt's mutter. "Kann nicht allein sogar sein."

Scott made his way to his room and pulled on a white long sleeved tee and then put a black tee over it. He wrinkled his nose at the look but really didn't have much of a choice since everything he owned was down the shoot. He grabbed his only pair of cargo jeans and slipped them on. He looked in the mirror and cringed. All he needed was long hair and a joint. He pulled on his rugged brown boots and called it a day.

He stepped out and walked over to the girl's room where Kitty and Rogue were just stepping out as well. He barely glanced at Rogue who was wearing a red miniskirt with a black knit top and thigh high flat boots. Kitty was next to her dressed in a pair of black leather low riders and a black band aid over her chest. In reality the band aid was a tube top but he wasn't really happy at the moment with her choice of cover.

"What the hell are you wearing?!" He yelled politely. Kitty looked up in shock as she smoothed down her hair and her nostrils flared in anger.

Kitty had not been in a good mood when she realized all her nice clubbin' clothes were gone and now she had to resort to wearing Rogue's outfit during the girl's little anti-men episode. The top had been too loose but a quick sewing job by Rogue took care of that. She rolled her eyes and made her way downstairs ignoring Scott's glare and trying not to phase his heart through his chest.

Rogue covered her grin with her gloved hands and offered her arm to Scott who angrily took it. They made their way outside where Gambit was parked on the other side of the gate with a sleek black convertible that put Scott's car to shame.

"Hey Remy," Kitty said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Remy winked at her and turned around in his seat to face the back where Rogue and Scott were seated.

"And what about cherie? Isn't she gonna give Remy a kiss?"

"Not unless Remy wants ta spend the night in the hospital," Rogue said cheekily. Remy ran his finger down Rogue's cheek and winked.

"Ah cherie, death is worth just feeling the touch of your satin skin against Remy's lips," he responded. Scott looked at Kitty who sighed heavily and smiled. He rolled his eyes and turned away quickly, regretting Remy's offer. "What's wrong homme? Wanna give Remy a kiss too? He never was one to turn down an experience."

Kitty's eyes widened and Rogue gulped as she looked at Scott whose face was full of surprise. Remy grinned and drove away. He put his arm around Kitty's shoulder and stroked the bare skin. Kitty shivered, and Scott knew the night was too warm for it to have been a draft. He cracked his knuckles and imagined burning a hole through the Cajun's head.

Rogue smiled to herself knowing that Remy was playing a part and all too wonderfully. There was no doubt in her mind that Kitty was in love with Scott and apparently Scott shared the same feelings. She just hoped that no one died that night, because she had a suspicion that a fight with Scott over love would end with Remy's head in a platter.


Jean was pulling on her lacy numbers as she looked at the sleeping image on the bed. She was about to leave and go to the institute to reschedule her flight but she couldn't help herself and lay down beside him. Lance grumbled something and pulled her close to him, sticking his head in her hair.

Jean closed her eyes in contentment and began to drift to sleep. This was how it had been when she had first started out with Duncan, until he became the little slime ball he was. Luckily for her, she already knew that Lance was a slime ball so she was in step ten already. She wondered if anyone wished her well.


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