Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!

By: XMENobsession

AN: I had a 5 day weekend. I have no idea why. But towards the end of the weekend I thought to myself, 'I should finish that chapter I started.' Then I tried to remember what I had written last and found that I had forgotten everything. It was really quite sad. So then I re-read my story (I found out that I am a very good writer! Who would have guessed?) and continued on from there. I know that's not a very important story but I'm bored and figured it couldn't hurt to write it down. Enjoy the chapter! ...OR ELSE.

(I have no idea why I added that.)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing relating to the X-Men or any Marvel comic book things. I am merely a fan and have nothing better to do with my time. Well, I could be working a way to solve world hunger, but this is funner.

Chapter 13

"Stupid Pietro."

When Pietro got home, everything was quiet. Apparently Lance's strategy was to just ignore him, thinking that any form of silence would drive him crazy. Though that was normally true, Pietro had other things to think about. Like Kitty Pryde.

Only a short time ago if you had told him that he'd someday be kissing an X-Man, he probably would have punched you in the face. But now, he couldn't wait until he got to kiss her again. He knew that she was most likely grounded, but he had to at least try to convince her to sneak out of the mansion.

So he called her. "Hello?" she said. How could he have ever found that voice annoying? "Kitty, wanna go to a party tonight?"

Pietro was sure that Lance wouldn't mind if they went to his party. Actually, he would, but this was too great of an opportunity to pass up. He got to annoy Lance and kiss Kitty all in the same night. That is, if she agreed to go.

"Oh! Um... I'm kind of grounded..." Kitty said on the other line.

"So?"

"So... I'll meet you there." Kitty couldn't believe that she had just said that. How was she supposed to sneak out? Well, she could phase through walls... But no! It wasn't right. She had to follow the rules... Or not. She really was spending too much time with Pietro.

"You know where it is?"

"Lance's party? Yeah, it's..." she thought back to the flyer she had read. Then she remembered why the address sounded so familiar to her. "I know where it is."

"Great! I'll see you there."

After dinner Kitty told everyone that she was tired and wanted to go to bed. As she was walking up the stairs, Kurt teleported in front of her.

"Kurt! Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry. I just vanted to see how you're doing. You know, since zhe... zhe incident."

"Incident? You mean the dance show? Is that what everyone is referring to it as; The Incident?"

"Vell..."

"You don't need to explain, Kurt. I know this is unusual, but I had hoped that everyone would be able to cope with it in a mature fashion."

"Ve are! The Incident is much better than Bobby's name for it: The Broadcasted Live Television Show Dancing Catastrophe."

"It wasn't a catastrophe and it wasn't an incident!"

"Maybe not for you, but ve're zhe ones who have to hear Scott complaining about it all day long."

"I'm going to hear it too, remember? I'm grounded indefinitely."

Kurt shook his head. "I overheard zhe Professor talking to Storm. Zhey're going to un-ground you and let you keep competing."

"With Pietro?"

Kurt nodded. "Apparently zhey think zhat this will be a good learning experience for everyone. I don't know how though. I can see it all ending very badly."

"That's just because you think the glass is half empty, when really it's half full."

"Vhat glass? And vhat is it full with?"

"Water, I suppose."

"Vhat happens if zhe glass really is half full, but I drink the water?"

"Then it's completely empty."

"Vhat if I refill it?"

"Would you fill it to the top, or only halfway?"

"Who fills a glass halfway?"

"People who only want half a glass of water."

Kurt thought on this for a moment. "How big is zhe glass?"

"This conversation is absolutely pointless!"

"You started it."

Kitty sighed. "It doesn't matter. What does is the fact that I get to keep dancing with Pietro!"

Kurt looked at her suspiciously. "You like dancing with him?"

Kitty pretended not to hear him and ran up the stairs while yelling a 'good-night' back. Kurt knew that something was up and decided that this was a good time to practice his detective skills. Then Evan called from the kitchen, "Yo Kurt! Come in here, you have dish duty tonight!" He sighed. Detective practice would have to wait.

The party was going great! Everyone was dancing and having a good time. As Lance walked around the warehouse he knew that this was a party that would go down in Bayville High history! Nothing could ruin his good mood. Then he saw Pietro. He was standing by himself near the bar. Lance wanted to go yell at him and ask what he thought he was doing at his party, but then he remembered that he wasn't speaking to Pietro and figured that it couldn't hurt to let him stay. It would cause him more grief to have to go talk to the hard-headed speed demon.

So Lance simply turned away and walked toward the DJ booth.

I've decided to take a break now. OK break's over.

Back to the story!!!!!!

Pietro couldn't sit still. This was normal for him, but the butterflies in his stomach weren't. What were they there for? He never got nervous in front of girls, especially this one. Maybe he just had a bad burrito at lunch. He went to the bar to try and calm down, but it wasn't helping.

He looked around. Where was she? Did she chicken out? Did she try to sneak out and got caught? He hated to be the reason that she got into even more trouble. Maybe she was already there. He searched the room some more. There was a large crowd beginning to gather by the front door. He walked over to it and overheard two girls at the edge of the crowd talking.

"Who is it?" one of them asked while she jumped up and down in an attempt to see who everyone was standing around.

"Someone said that it's a t.v. star, but then someone else said that it wasn't a star, just some person from a reality show," the second girl answered. She didn't seem as excited as her friend.

"Either way, I still want to see them! Did you hear a name?"

"Yeah, it's some animal. Bunny? Puppy?"

"Kitty!" Pietro yelled.

"Yeah, I think that's... Hey!" Pietro pushed the girls out of the way along with a lot of other people as he tried to reach his dancing partner. When he found her she seemed uncharacteristically at ease. He expected the shy valley girl to look very uncomfortable with all of these strange people so close to her, but she was joking and laughing with them like they were her best friends. Perhaps he was finally rubbing off on her.

When Kitty saw him she smiled brightly and ran over to him. "Pietro! I've been looking for you all over!"

He smiled back at her. "It looks like you've been spending more time signing autographs."

Kitty sighed. "I know. I walked in and they just swarmed in on me. Apparently they saw the show. Who knew being a star could be so tiring?"

Pietro began to feel a bit jealous. Why hadn't they swarmed in on him? He was on the show too. But then, he didn't really stay in one spot long enough for anyone to notice him. But he was standing still now, and everyone was looking at him...and her. Both of them. Hmm... Sharing the spotlight. That was a new idea. He looked at Kitty. She was holding tight to his arm and waving to someone. Pietro guessed it wouldn't be so bad sharing with Kitty.

"Hey, do your dance!" someone yelled. Then the entire room began chanting: "Dance! Dance! Dance!"

Pietro was uncertain. He was always up for a good dance and another moment in the limelight, but Kitty was another story. He was sure that she just wanted to get away from all of these people and go to a quiet corner... which he didn't mind at all. But, much to his surprise, she quickly grabbed his hand and walked onto the dance floor.

The loud rave music was soon replaced by an old, familiar piano.

Come out, Virginia, Don't let me wait

You catholic girls start much too late

Oh, but sooner or later it comes down to fate

I might as well be the one

Pietro noticed that Kitty's dancing was a little off. It was still better than most of the people in the warehouse could do, but she seemed less coordinated. She stepped on his foot once, but he didn't say anything. And she smelled...different. Then he realized. "Kitty Pryde, have you been drinking?!"

"No!" she quickly answered. All he had to do was remind her of what a terrible liar she was and she corrected herself. "Maybe a little. I got here a while ago, and let me tell you it was not easy sneaking out of the mansion. Especially because Rogue and I share a room, but I waited until after she started snoring and then I phased through the floor which put me right into the kitchen where..."

"Just tell me what happened when you got here," Pietro interrupted.

"Oh. Well, I came in and started looking for you. I thought I saw you once, but then you ran off somewhere. You were too fast for me to follow. I somehow wound up at the bar, and this guy said that he recognized me from the show 'Dance On!' and offered to buy me a drink. I told him that I was underage. He just laughed and handed me a glass."

"And you drank it?"

"Actually, I drank 3." She giggled and held up 4 fingers. Then she almost tripped. Pietro managed to make it look like a dip and the audience watching them applauded.

He lifted her back up and said, "I never expected this from you. You're always so...good."

"Honestly, I didn't expect it from myself." She thought about what he said. "Wait, does this make me... bad?"

He laughed. "No, one night does not make you bad. Don't worry, you're still a perfect straight 'A' valley girl."

She gave Pietro one of his own smirks and said, "Yeah, but only the good die young, right?"

Pietro smirked back. He could already tell that drunk Kitty was fun. No wonder all of those people were hanging around her. He started to worry about what she had said and if she had done something to ruin their chances in the competition, but he soon pushed the thought away and figured that he would deal with that tomorrow. Why waste time worrying?

Lance, of course, noticed the change in the music and rushed to the DJ booth to see what had happened that made the DJ start playing old Billy Joel songs. Everyone was crowded around the dance floor and he could hear people saying things like, "I voted for them." or "I'm definitely watching the show next week!" or "Did she almost trip?" He managed to push his way through them all only to find the last thing he wanted to see at his party: Kitty and Pietro dancing.

He wanted to run out there and start yelling at them, but then he saw how much fun everyone was having watching them and he didn't want to be the one to ruin it. So he just stood there, watching them. Stupid Pietro, he thought to himself. Why is it that he always gets whatever he wants? He's got the good dance moves, the fame, and even... the girl. A little voice in Lance's head said the word 'jealousy'. Me? Jealous of Pietro? Never!

He kept watching them. The song ended and, as everyone started to clap and cheer, Lance somehow got pushed back. Then people started to clap even more and a few people whistled. Lance managed to get through everyone and get Kitty and Pietro in his sight once again, but he wished he hadn't. They were standing in the middle of the dance floor, lip-locked. His hand started to form into a fist, but that tiny little voice that you know is always right told him that this wasn't the time or the place. He began to calm down a little, but he couldn't control himself when he saw Kitty open her mouth.

"Pietro!" He shouldn't have yelled. That gave them a warning that he was coming and they ran off before he could get anywhere near them.

So there he was, standing alone on the dance floor. The crowd started to walk away while they talked about what a cute couple they make and how they hoped they win. Great, they had the entire town on their side now. And who did he have? He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Kurt dressed as Sherlock Holmes. Kurt tried to give him a comforting look. Lance just turned back around and mumbled, "Stupid Pietro."

AN: Awww! I feel so bad for Lancey! How could I have written that? As much as I love Lance, though, this is a Kietro story and will forever remain that! I love Kietro! But I love Lance too! Oh well. NOW TO START WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER! YaY!