Author's Note-

Piotr's Girl- If only I could think of a place for said date.

Aro- Even I admit it was corny, but I had to write it.

epona04- Thank Callian for the title, she's the one who came up with it.

Sickmindedcsucker- heh, ya know, you live up to your username.

Kitty Pryde2- A little of both. I've seen a few on actual shirts and I've picked up the others randomly.

RikaTabithaStarr- Thanks!

ishandahalf- I know, there really are. Someone should take care of that.

Dazzlinshorty- I'm glad you enjoyed it.

GreenFairyGirl88- Yeah, but I figured that Remy doesn't get to be the one who fights very often.

The Concert

They were listening to the actual radio when they heard it. "A local man was injured while cutting wood on the side of the road," the DJ said. Rogue and Remy exchanged glances.

"Poor guy," Remy said shaking his head somberly.

"Rem," Rogue scolded.

"Quoi? We're here."

"About time," Rogue said relieved. Pete got out, lifting the still slumbering Kitty into his arms.

"Dat's sweet," Remy smirked.

"Kit?" Rogue said shaking her friend's shoulder. Kitty opened her eyes and blinked feeling Pete holding her in his arms.

"Hi," she murmured. Pete reluctantly sat her back on her feet. The four walked into the hotel and Pete walked over to the man at the desk and, after a brief conversation, brought back two room keys. He handed one to Kitty before drawing her in for a soft kiss.

"G' night, luv," he murmured huskily. "Sweet dreams."

"You too," Kitty whispered back. She and Rogue walked to their room as Pete and Remy walked to their own room.

The next morning

"Rogue," Kitty said shaking her friend's shoulder. Rogue halfheartedly swiped at Kitty before rolling over.

"Go 'way," Rogue muttered.

"If you aren't up in ten minutes I'll, like, phase you through the bed or something."

"Fahne," Rogue said sitting up and yawning. "Ah'm awake. Go annoy someone else."

Kitty rolled her eyes, used to Rogue's morning attitude. "You have no idea of how much you and Remy are alike. Take a shower and meet us downstairs for breakfast." She walked away. Rogue groaned, grabbing her bag and dragging it into the bathroom.

A few minutes later

"Good mornin', ma chérie," Remy smiled. He stood and pulled out a chair for Rogue.

"Suck up," Pete coughed earning a glare from his friend. Kitty kicked Pete in the shin.

"Thanks, sugah," Rogue smiled. She sat down next to Remy. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

"Driving," Pete shrugged lightly. "We should get there by five or six. The concert starts at seven. We have a hotel room booked there and we'll head back tomorrow."

"You've thought this through," Kitty smiled. "I'm impressed. Surprised, but impressed."

"Bite me, Pryde," Pete growled.

She smirked. "Ooh, witty."

"That was a request, luv."

"Pig."

"You know you like it." The group finished breakfast and went back out to the car. This time the trip went well. They arrived at six. They parked the car in a parking garage and got out after putting the alarm on.

"Ah think Kitty need some new clothes," Rogue mused.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Kitty asked self-consciously looking down at her pink t-shirt and blue jeans.

"Nothin's wrong with 'em, Kit," Rogue assured her. "Except this is a rock concert. Your outfit's cute and all but it screams "I love N'sync." Meet us back at the car in thirty minutes," she said to the guys and led Kitty away. "So, what's goin' on between you and Pete?"

"I'm, like, not sure," Kitty admitted.

"It seems like you're either fighting or making out," Rogue observed. "Is he good?"

"What?"

"At kissing."

Kitty flushed remembering the previous night. "Very."

At the car, twenty minutes later

Remy was perched on the hood of the car, absently shuffling his cards as Pete smoked a cigarette. "Remy's got ta ask, mon ami. You and de chat, is dere somet'in' dere?"

"None of yer business, LeBeau," Pete said flatly.

"Dat hurts, Wisdom," Remy said with a pout. "Does our friendship mean so little?"

"Pretty much," Pete nodded.

"C'mon, mon ami, Remy got ta live vicariously," Remy said. "You have ta share."

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Pete smirked looking down at the end of his cigarette.

Remy leaned back laughing uproariously. "You... a gentleman... dat's a good one, Wisdom."

"Very funny," Pete said slowly. "See if I tell you anything. ...Bloody hell..." Remy's eyes followed Pete's and he saw Kitty. Her hair was down, falling around her face in soft curls. She was dressed in a black t-shirt which read "I put out on the first date," a miniskirt, and a pair of "fuck- me" boots. Remy lost his own breath when he saw Rogue. She was dressed in all black, black combat boots, a black skirt, and a black tank-top.

"So, what do you guys think?" Rogue asked pushing Kitty slightly forward, towards Pete.

"Wow," Pete said his eyes roving over her slowly.

"You like it?"

"I like it very much," Pete said before giving her a grin. "But, ya know, yer shirt's lyin'."

"How would you know, Wisdom?" Kitty asked coyly, surprising herself by delivering that line without blushing or faltering at all.

Pete chuckled. "I guess I'll be findin' out, eh, luv? After all, this is sort of a date."

"Nice," Remy said circling Rogue so he could see her from all angles. She glared at him crossing her arms.

"Rem, unless ya want one of these boots in a very uncomfortable place, stop that."

"As y' wish," Remy said easily.

"Let's go," Pete said finally. He wrapped an arm around Kitty's neck as they headed towards the auditorium. They went inside and found their seats, Kitty, Pete, Rogue then Remy. A group of male teenagers came in sitting next to Kitty. Pete tensed as he saw the men checking out his Kitty.

Kitty blushed at their scrutiny. The men tried to start a conversation with the valley-girl. The concert began and the foursome forgot about the men. After the concert the girls linked arms and walked ahead leaving the guys behind. Pete and Remy exchanged glances before following.

"Ah'd say the outfit was a success," Rogue drawled as a few men whistled as the two passed.

"Both of them," Kitty smiled.

"Let's just go," Pete said.

"What's wrong?" Kitty asked.

"Nothin', luv," he assured her. "I'm just sick of watchin' all these men oglin' me girl."

Kitty looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Funny. I didn't know we were exclusive. Actually, I didn't even know we were dating."

Pete sighed. "I- well... I thought... awwe, bloody hell..."

She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. "You're so cute when you get all flustered like that." They were walking towards the car when they saw the men from the concert up ahead. The seven men nudged each other as they regarded the foursome. Rogue looked up raising her eyebrows at Remy who grinned back. Kitty reached out grabbing Pete's arm. He gently stroked her hand.

"Why don't you girls dump these losers for some real action," the ringleader taunted crudely grabbing himself, "with some real men."

"Real men?" Rogue questioned. She turned to Kitty. "Ah don't see any real men, how 'bout you, sugah?"

"Nope," Kitty said brightly.

"You're going to pay for that, bitch," the ringleader growled harshly at Rogue who merely snorted.

"And are you goin' to make me?"

"Chérie," Remy said. "Please don' hurt de man."

"Stay out of this, Frenchy!" the man yelled.

"'Frenchy'?" Remy asked aghast. "Remy ain't French. Go ahead and kill him, Roguey." Rogue smiled at Remy.

"Seven against four," Pete mused. "Those aren't very good odds. Kit, luv, ya want t' sit this one out?"

"No problem," Kitty smiled fondly at her boyfriend.

"Look, can we either fight or leave?" Pete asked slightly exasperated. "I'm a little eager t' get back home." He glanced meaningfully at Kitty.

"Stuff it, Wisdom," Kitty whispered harshly.

"Where?" he purred in her ear.

She stomped down on his foot causing him to yelp. "Oops, my foot slipped. Sorry."

"I'm gonna be covered in bruises," Pete complained.

"If you weren't such an idiot this wouldn't have happened."

"Bitch," he said.

"Asshole."

"Slut," he said the corner of his mouth threatening to turn up.

Kitty raised one eyebrow at the outrageousness of that insult. "Daddy's boy." He snorted.

"Freak."

"Exhibitionist."

"Nerd."

"Now that's just rude," Kitty said with a pout. "I didn't call you a insufferable, arrogant, git, did I?"

"No," Pete admitted. "But then, I didn't call you a stuck-up, repressed prep now either."

"I am not repressed."

Pete snorted at that. "Yes, you are. You, luv, are as repressed as a person can get."

"Jean," Rogue interjected.

"Okay," Pete relented. "Almost."

"You think I'm repressed?"

He smirked. "I know you are." She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips tightly to his. Pete's arms closed around her waist dragging her closer. Her hands roamed over his back before firmly cupping his buttocks. He pulled away in surprise. She stepped away and stuck her tongue out at him.

"I take it back," Pete smiled. Remy suddenly smacked him. "Wot the bloody 'ell?"

"Y' told Remy ta do dat if y' ever looked like Wagner," Remy shrugged. Pete's eyes widened.

"Oh dear God," Pete said. "Shoot me."

"Aren't we supposed to be fighting?" the ringleader asked obviously a little confused.

"Whatever," Kitty shrugged. "I'm going back to the hotel. You can either let me pass or get a knee in a place that will, like, totally not feel good." She sauntered past them. The other three shrugged and followed.

"You are the most perfect woman," Pete smiled.

"The stuff that you said-"

He rolled his eyes. "Was just t' piss ya off. You just look so darn cute when yer angry. I've told ya that."

"I meant what I said."

"I know," Pete grinned. "All me best qualities."

"Remy worries, 'bout ya, mon ami."

Two days later

The group climbed out of Pete's car and grabbed their bags. They dropped them on the floor by the door and collapsed in the rec. room. "Should we tell him now?" Hank asked as he and the other adults watched Pete and Kitty snuggling together.

"It can wait until morning," Xavier said decisively.

"If his hand moves any lower he won't live ta see the morning," Logan said. "I'll kill him."

"Are you sure we should wait?"

"His sister asked us to wait," Charles said. "Besides, he deserves a goodnights' sleep."

"He'll get a hell of a long sleep if that hand keeps movin'," Logan growled.