Hey readers! Okay, this chapter's gonna be a little shorter because not much happens. I'm really not that good at writing sweet stuff so if it's too sappy for your taste, don't stop reading this fic, I'll get better and there won't be a whole ton of these kinds of chapters. Anyway, I finally decided. It's gonna be an Ororo/Kurt. I just love him; he's so awesome! Don't forget to review, I got a lot of hits but only got a few reviews for the last chapter. Shame shame! Anyway, enjoy!

--- xAmerican Angelx

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Ororo had almost forgotten what silence sounded like. All she had heard for the past several hours was obnoxious noise. As she stepped out of the van, all she could do was relish the fact that the last of the bickering had died away when Jubilee had slammed the door to the mansion.

She sighed. It was such a nice night. The air was crisp, the moon was bright, and the only sound audible was the chirping of a couple crickets. If only it was like this all the time, She thought.

CRASH!

Ororo groaned. There went her peace and serenity. She wasn't ready to go inside and face the insanity that was teenaged emotions. Besides, she knew the others could handle it. It was only a couple of kids, how hard could it be?

"Stormy!" Logan called out a window, "We really could use a little help! Marie tackled Bobby without her gloves on and John jumped on Marie with his hands ignited and Jubes-"

CRASH!

"- just broke the TV and-"

CRASH!

"Ro!" That was Jean, "Please!"

"I'm coming!"

After the fight was sorted out, Jean escorted a mildly burnt Marie and John carried a passed out Bobby to the medical lab. He was yelling at Marie because she had almost killed him. Marie looked close to tears. The other teens were ushered off to bed and Cyclops and Logan had each gone done to their rooms, grumbling.

Ororo usually frowned upon on drinking and almost never had anything other than an occasional glass of wine but, damn, did she need a beer. She walked into the kitchen and opened a locked cabinet that held the beers. She grabbed one and turned around.

Kurt was sitting at the table, beer in hand, absentmindedly looking at Ororo. He snapped his vision away from her and took a swig from the bottle.

"Kurt?" Ororo asked, "I didn't know you drank."

"Long day," Kurt muttered in response.

"Hear, hear," Ororo said, without much emotion in her voice, "Kitty must have run me through fifty walls. I swear to god, that girl never runs out of energy. You're lucky you had Marie, she's pretty well behaved."

Kurt scoffed, "Not to mention lazy. She vanted me to teleport us everywhere. And all she does eez talk. Zat girl has no off svitch."

Ororo laughed, "A little hot-headed are we?"

"I am never going back to zat mall, any mall, ever again Ezpecially not vith zose children."

"Now who's not giving the kids credit?" Ororo laughed, "Give 'em a break, you were a teenager once. You must remember what is was like."

Kurt shrugged, "My mutation emerged ven I vas fourteen years old. My mother schooled me from home. Eet is razzer difficult to make friends ven you look like a blue elf. I never had much of a teenage experience."

Ororo looked at him sympathetically. She sat down in a chair next him and put and arm around his shoulder, "It's always difficult to make friends when you're a mutant especially when people can see that you are. No one should have to go through that."

Kurt shrugged again, but took Ororo's hand in his, "I am happy now and I have friends, that is all that matters. But, I am not saying that it vould not have been nice to have some ven I vas younger."

"We all feel like that."

"I cannot imagine anybody not vanting to be friends with you. You are so beautiful."

"Thank you, Kurt. It's just a shame that no body got a chance to know you. You're so sweet."

"Humans are not very good at zat are zey? Putting azide differences to get to know people?"

Ororo smiled sadly, "No, they aren't." She looked down at her empty beer bottle and glanced at her watch, "Well, I should probably be getting in to bed. Early danger room training to supervise tomorrow."

"Who?"

"John, and I guess Bobby if he feels up to it."

"Good luck. Zey are insane. I should be getting to bed as vell though. I'll valk vith you."

"Alright. Give me your bottle. I'll toss it out."

Kurt and Ororo left the kitchen and headed to the wing with their rooms in it. When they came to Ororo's room she put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it open. She turned to Kurt.

"Good night, Kurt," Ororo said.

She put her arms around the blue mutant and they exchanged a hug. As they pulled apart, Kurt looked at Ororo with warm eyes. They looked at each other as if temporarily frozen in time until Ororo leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

Kurt blushed violet and smiled.

"Good night, Ororo," and he vanished in a puff of smoke.