"See? Three songs, and no Scott," Kitty breathed in Lance's ear. The two were out of breath from dancing, and a slow song brought a good break.

"Yeah. Did I tell you, you look freaking amazing tonight?" He kissed her cheek, trailing his fingers up and down her back.

"You mentioned it," she snuggled into his arms. "Did I tell you that you clean up really good?"

"Why, thank you," Lance rested his chin on her head. He was actually having a good time at a school function. He couldn't believe it. Then again, Kitty was what made everything fun, even a school dance.

Too bad Scott saw them about that time. He was a little ways away, dancing with Jean. Now that there was a slow song on, Lance and Kitty were no longer hidden by the fast moving crowd.

"Oh my freaking god," He muttered. "No way." He felt his fists clench as his eyes took in the scene before him. Lance was drumming his fingers along Kitty's back, using his lips to play with her neck. "I'm gonna-" He released his hold on Jean, who looked up, startled.

"Scott?" She followed his gaze, and her mouth dropped. "Oh, come on."

He started to walk towards the couple, his hands ready to grab Lance and deliver a very thorough beating. But before he could take his fourth step, he found himself frozen on the spot. Scott tried desperately to move, but found he could not.

"Oh, no you don't, Scott Summers!" Jean shouted angrily in his head. "Leave them alone."

"But- Jean-"

"I said LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!! You ruin their night, then you ruin our night, because Kelly will have us kicked out for sure. AND I SWEAR ON ALL THAT IS HOLY, SCOTT SUMMERS, IF YOU VALUE YOUR MIND YOU WILL COME BACK HERE AND FINISH THIS DANCE WITH ME NOW!!!!!"

Scott was completely taken aback. He couldn't believe what Jean was saying, but he had never seen her this angry. Better not anger her more. I'll get him later, Scott thought to himself.

"Oh no you won't," Jean scowled at him so fiercely it frightened him. "I have been waiting for my Senior prom since I was nine years old. If you think I'm gonna let anyone ruin it, you got another thing coming!"

"Ok, ok," Scott tried to calm her down. "Sheesh."

"Sheesh? Scott, you are so caught up with trying to keep Kitty away from Lance that you were just willing to sacrifice our Prom night. And for what? Huh? For what? So you could get in a fight with a guy?"

"Well, no-"

"Lance is not that bad, Scott. If you had given him a chance, half a chance, when he tried to join the X-Men, Kitty wouldn't have to be sneaking around to date him!"

"Wait- WHAT?"

"Exactly. That whole thing with the conference and Duncan? What they said to each other? That was just them trying to get everyone off their back. How fair is that, Scott? You and I don't have to hide anything from anybody. And why? Why are we different from them?"

"Because Lance is with the Brotherhood, and- and- uh-" Scott could think of no other reason. "And because he's with the Brotherhood! Isn't that enough?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, but no it's not, because he tried to join our side. You just made it too hard for him."

"I- but- wait, why are you sticking up for him anyway?"

"I'm not. But Kitty is like my little sister, and I can't stand to have her sneaking around like she is! It's not fair for her."

"Jean, this guy is way bad news." Scott shook his head.

"Kitty is a big girl. We need to let her decide that for herself."

"Did you see that?" Kitty asked Lance. They had walked off the floor at the end of the slow song.

"See what?" Lance asked her.

"Like, Scott saw us. He started walking over here."

"And-?"

"Jean, like, totally let him have it!" Kitty cried happily. "She stopped him. I know she did cuz he like totally froze mid-step!"

"Um, so what does that mean?" Lance scratched his head.

"I don't know," Kitty said thoughtfully. "I guess we'll hafta wait and see." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, kay? Can you, like, get me a drink?"

"Sure, Kitten." He watched as she walked off into the crowd, the blue dress swaying gracefully with every step. Lance walked over to the bar to get her drink.

Lucky for him, he ran into Scott, waiting for the bartender to get his drinks. The X-Man looked a bit surprised, then scared. Probably thinking what Jean would do to him if he did something stupid.

"Alvers," he nodded curtly to Lance.

"Summers," Lance nodded back. There was a second of awkward silence, and Scott sighed.

"All right. Listen. I don't like you. I don't like that you're with Kitty. But if you guys were willing to do everything Jean told me you did, then I might as well back off. For now."

Lance looked at him, surprised. "Look Summers, I'm just here with Kitty. Period. All I want tonight is to give her a nice time. I'm willing to put aside the fact that I hate you for tonight. I'm not looking for trouble. And if you really like your X-chick, then you would look for any either. This isn't about us tonight, it's about them. This is for them, ya know."

Scott raised his eyebrows at the sudden show of insight from the resident bad boy. "You hurt Kitty and there's gonna be 20 people out for your blood."

Lance laughed. Yes, he actually laughed. "Not gonna happen. I'll be around as long as she wants me, so just get used to it." He took Kitty's drink off the bar. "I'm gonna go find my girl. And I think you should too." He turned to leave, but Scott called,

"Alvers!"

Lance turned.

"Kitty's a really great girl, ok? She's really great. I want to see her happy. That's all. You're a lucky guy if she cares about you as much as she says she does."

The corners of Lance's mouth twitched up in a smile. "I know. She- she's –"

Scott nodded in- could it be? Yes. He nodded at the Brotherhood member in understanding. "I know. With Jean, it's like- like-"

"The same thing?"

"Yeah." Scott shook his head. "Well, see you around, I guess."

Lance nodded. "Yeah. Ok."

Lance found Kitty talking to Betsy and Pietro. "Hey Kitty, here's your drink," he handed it to her with a kiss.

"Omigod, thanks, I am SO thirsty!" She cried.

"So have you two even gotten on the dance floor yet?" Lance asked the couple.

"We dabbled," Pietro said casually. Betsy rolled her eyes. She was perched on his lap, and Pietro was clearly proud to be with such a lovely girl.

"Dabbled? Is that even a word?" Lance asked Kitty. She grinned and nodded. "Oh, ok."

Suddenly, the DJ put on another song.

"Oh my lord, Pietro, floor, now!" Betsy jumped up and grabbed Pietro's hand at a speed that surprised even him. "We'll see you two around!" She waved at Lance and Kitty as she dragged him onto the floor. Kitty laughed and leaned into her date.

"So, what do you want to do? You wanna sit down?" He asked her.

"Yeah," she nodded. Lance sat in Pietro's seat and pulled Kitty into his lap.

"You having fun tonight, Kitten?" He nuzzled her neck affectionately. Kitty purred softly at his touch.

"Yeah, so much fun," she sighed. "Thanks, Lance."

"No way Kitty, thank you." He nipped her neck, and she giggled. "What are you doing after prom?"

"Professor Xavier is letting us have an afterparty at the Institute. Everyone is bringing sleeping bags into the rec room, and we're gonna watch movies and have like games and stuff. Nothing huge, you know? Can you come?"

"Can I come? You sure you want me to?"

Kitty scoffed. "Duh-uh. Don't think I didn't see you there with Scott. You guys were totally having a moment."

Lance rolled his eyes. Girls could be so dramatic. "And I talked to Jean, you know. She said that it would be ok if you and Pietro came."

He thought about it for a second. Then he looked up at her. "Ok."

Ok, this is chapter 3! I can do the afterparty if anyone wants, I've pretty much become a by request author and that's fine with me, I love to churn out the stories! Let me know!

AND --- Thank you to Jay Hudson and artistic-angel825 for your reviews! I'm flattered!