I probably should have mentioned that this isn't in any specific movie-verse. The characters are based on the movies, but the events aren't really valid here. Thanks for sticking around for chapter two! Oh, and since I can't make line breaks, i just did this - (Break) when there's a jump in perspective or time

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(Break)

Kurt fell back into his old routine, meditation and prayer at the house in the morning, training after breakfast, the afternoons doing whatever the professor required of him and evenings spent mostly in his room reading or in the common room socializing. He and Logan continued to have conversations whenever they happened to be in the same place, but often they were not. Kurt finally told Kitty the truth, which she took better than he thought she would. Then one day Logan disappeared, it wasn't uncommon for him to do so, but he stayed gone for more than a month this time. No one was overly concerned, they knew he would be back eventually.

After he had been gone for 2 months, Kurt popped into the house to find him sitting at the window, drinking a beer and smoking a cigar. Kurt had been careful not to teleport directly to the window seat anymore, in case it was occupied.

"Hey kid, have a seat. I wanna tell ya a story." Kurt sat down and took the offered beer.

"It is good to see you again, mein friend."

"Thanks." Logan took a deep drag on his cigar and gazed out the window. "What I'm about to tell you I've never told anyone before, and will never tell anyone again. If you repeat it, I'll have a new pair of blue leather boots, if you get my meaning." Kurt gulped and nodded. "Good. About 50 years ago, I lived up in the mountains of Canada. I had a good job as a lumberjack, built my own house, had no debts, no worries and good friends among my coworkers. They never could figure out how I cut trees down so fast." He chuckled and mimed swiping a tree down with his claws. "Anyway, one day this new guy showed up to work, and the boss paired him up with me, to kind of show him the ropes. He was a little guy, real quiet, no one thought he'd last a week. Tom was his name. Didn't take long for us to figure out we were both mutants. He could move stuff with his mind, made the work go even faster. I'd cut down a tree and he'd float it over to the pile. Drove the other guys nuts that we were so fast working together. We became good friends, went to bars together and all that. One night we stumbled to my house, he couldn't drive so I told him he could sleep on my couch. We got in the door and sat down, and that's when he leaned over and kissed me. One thing led to another, and pretty soon after that he moved in with me. We told everyone it was cheaper to split the expenses, since I had a spare room, and everyone believed it for a while. Back then it wasn't like it is now. We were real careful, always making sure we were alone before we so much as touched each other." Here Logan stopped and stared out the window, as if looking into his past. He drained his beer and opened another, got halfway through that one before he continued.

"One day we were in the yard and I kissed him, then we heard a car coming up the driveway. We hurried up and got busy doing other stuff, but we weren't sure if we were seen. It was our boss, just coming to let us know that we would need to be in early the next morning. He didn't act like he had seen anything, so we thought we were safe. After he left we discussed leaving, but Tom reasoned that if our boss had seen anything, he would have fired us on the spot. So we went to work the next day, acting like nothing was wrong. How I wish we had just left." Logan looked at his almost full beer and drained it. His next words came out hurriedly, like he could get it over with and forget about it all.

"They were waiting for us. As soon as we got out of the truck they surrounded us. Bob, who had been one of my closest friend for years, walked right up to us. 'So I hear you're a coupla nancy boys,' he says. Before either of us could reply, he swung his arm and broke a bottle over Tom's head. Then the rest joined in. Fists, feet, bottles, blocks of wood, even a hammer. These men, who had been my friends, taken me into their homes and introduced me to their families, beat me and Tom bloody. I lost consciousness about 5 minutes in, and came to I don't know how much later. They had left us to die where we fell. I came around in time to hold Tom as he died, and swear to avenge his death. After I healed enough to walk, I took Tom back to our house and buried him under the tree in our back yard. Then I waited for nightfall and went to visit each and every one of the men who killed him."

"Did- did you kill zhem?"

"No, that would have been too nice. I introduced them to the reason I was able to cut trees down so fast though. Scarred all of them for life. Bob got it the worst though, he had the misfortune of having a fire going in his backyard. These things can hold a lot of heat. Went back home, packed what little I wanted to keep, torched my house and left for good."

"So, vhen you left?"

"I went back. It hasn't changed much. What remains of my house is still there, and I carved Tom a headstone out of one of the foundation blocks. Then I tracked down all of his killers. Each and every one of the ones who were still alive begged me to forgive them for what they had done." After he finished it was silent for a long time. Then Kurt spoke.

"I am sorry for-"

"Don't. I didn't tell you for your pity, I told you so you would know you're not alone. I made my peace with what happened a long time ago."

"Vell zhen, danke Logan."

"If you've got any questions, now's the time to ask 'em."

"Does anyone else know zhat you are...?"

"Gay? At the moment, just the professor. Turns out being telepathic is better than any gaydar. Haven''t really felt the need to tell anyone else. If I ever start seeing someone, that'll change."

"Vhat about Jean?"

"She reminded me so much of Tom. I thought maybe I could make myself love her if I tried hard enough, but I think she knew." Logan sighed and pulled out another cigar. "Anything else?"

"Nein." They sat in silence until Kurt's phone buzzed. He looked at it and frowned.
"I must go. Thank you again for sharing your story vith me, I shall not tell a soul." With that, Kurt teleported back to the mansion, leaving Logan alone with his thoughts.

Kurt appeared outside the mansion, wanting a little time to process what he had just been told. He had had not an inkling of an idea that Logan was gay. He guessed that no one did, and wondered if Professor Xavier had planned for them to become friends. All too soon he stood in front of the professor's door, his hand poised to knock when he heard a voice inside say "Come in, Kurt." He teleported to the other side of the door, and made his way to the empty armchair.

"So I hear you have taken a liking to the guest house." Charles said once Kurt had sat down.

"Yes, it is very nice. I especially like zhe big vindow, it is a good spot for meditation and prayer."

"I'm glad to hear that. I called you here to tell you that you will be helping Storm oversee the training of some of the new students."

"Danke, Professor. Zhis is a great honor."

"You're welcome Kurt. I also wanted to let you know that if you would like to help Logan with his renovation plans in your free time, you are most welcome to do so."

"Ja, I vould like zhat very much."

"I thought you would. Now, unless you have any questions, I will bid you goodnight."

"Goodnight, Professor."

(Break)

A few days later at breakfast Logan plopped down beside Kurt at the table.

"Hey kid, you wanna help me tear out some walls today?"

"Sure."

"Ok, be at the house after afternoon training is over." With that, Logan snagged a doughnut off Kurt's plate and walked away. Kurt debated taking it back, but it was only a cream-filled doughnut, so he let it go.

The day seemed to drag by, first chores, then morning training, lunch and finally afternoon training. Storm was irritated at the students for misbehaving, so it lasted longer than usual. Finally Kurt was able to get to his room to put on some clothes he wouldn't miss if they got ruined. He threw on specially-made jeans with a hole for his tail and a plain white t-shirt and popped over to the house, where Logan was waiting for him with a hard hat.

"Put this on, you don't heal as quick as I do." Kurt put the hard hat on and Logan started chuckling.

"Vhat is so funny?"

"You look like the construction worker from The Village People."

"Ha ha. Vat does zhat make you zhen? Zhe policeman?"

"Not even close. Come on, let's get to work." Once on the top floor, Logan laid out his plan to Kurt. "All these walls except those two are coming down. I've already got the wiring and pipes taken care of, so basically I'm just going to cut squares out, and you're going to port them outside. Got it?"

"Ja, let's get to vork." With that, the two tackled the walls. Logan sliced out square after square, and Kurt teleported them outside in neat stacks. It took hours, but finally they were done.

"So vat are you going to do vith it now?" Kurt asked as they sat in the middle of the now giant room. The walls they had left up held the master bathroom, which contained a shower big enough for 2 full grown adults, and a jacuzzi tub big enough for 4.

"Well, I'm going to divide it in two. The bigger half will be the master bedroom, with a walk-in closet at each end, and the smaller half I'll-" He was cut short by Kurt's burst of laughter. "What's so funny?"

"Only" Kurt was barely able to gasp out the words between laughs. "Only a gay man would think to put in two valk in closets in one room!" Logan stared at Kurt expressionlessly for a minute before joining him in laughing.

"Ya know, I never thought about that. The funny thing is, I don't even own enough clothes for ONE walk in closet!"

"Now ZHAT is a tragedy! Ve shall have to get you some more!" Their mirth was cut short by Kurt's stomach growling loudly. "Vhat time is it, anyvay?" Logan glanced out a window.

"I don't know, but I'll bet we missed supper. My bike's out back, wash up and we'll go into town and grab a pizza."

(Break)

Seated on the back of Logan's motorcycle, Kurt leaned forward and said to him "I've never been on one of zhese zhings before." Logan flashed him a feral grin which Kurt did not care for.

"Well then hang on tight, the driveway's really bumpy." Logan knew the driveway like the back of his hand, so he was sure to pick the way that would result in the most bumps for his passenger. By the end of the driveway, Kurt had abandoned dignity and was clinging to Logan like a crazed monkey to try to hold on. Logan coasted to a stop and looked back at Kurt.

"You ok back there?" Kurt relaxed his hold and unwound his tail from the seat.

"I am going to get you back for zhis. Just remember, zhere is not any door zhat can keep me out." Logan threw his head back and laughed, then suddenly accelerated. Kurt went flying off the back of the motorcycle, but before he could hit the ground he popped back on behind Logan. "You cannot get rid of me zhat easily!" The rest of the ride became a game of Logan trying to throw Kurt off and being mostly unsuccessful. By the time they parked in the pizza shop's parking lot, they were both laughing.

Walking in, they made their way to a high-backed corner booth so Kurt didn't have to deal with people staring at him. He had to give their waitress credit, though, she only flinched a little when she saw him, and was quick to make up for it with a big smile. After they had ordered a large pizza and gotten their drinks, Kurt broke the companionable silence that had settled between them.

"May I ask you a question, Logan?"

"Go for it, kid."

"Vhy do you always call me 'kid' vhen I am 25 years old?"

"First off, compared to me, even the professor's a kid. As to why, I dunno, it's just habit I guess. Want me to come up with something else to call ya?"

"Zhat vould be nice."

"Hmmm, How about Cupcake?" This was rewarded by a sharp jab in his side from Kurt's tail. "No? Muffin?" Another jab. "Princess?" Jab. "Smurf?" Jab. Logan kept spouting off ridiculous nicknames, which ranged from simply odd, like 'Flower' to downright offensive, like 'Fairy Boy.' Each earned him a jab from Kurt's tail, more amusing than painful. Finally he uttered the one he had been holding back, as he felt it was the most likely to cause embarrassment.

"Buttercup." Before Kurt could jab Logan with his tail, their pizza arrived. "Ok, Buttercup it is then."

"Oh, come on Logan! Zhat's not fair!" Logan grinned and grabbed a slice of pizza.

"You'll get used to it, Buttercup. I'll even make ya a plaque for your room if ya want." Kurt scowled and took a slice of pizza. Biting into it, he began to formulate his revenge. He was compiling a list of supplies when Logan snapped his fingers in front of his face, breaking him out of his daydreaming.

"Whatcha thinkin about so hard, Buttercup?"

"Nozhing much... Sunshine."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Kurt smiled innocently and took another bit of pizza. Logan frowned and helped himself to another piece.

"It's not right that you can look so innocent when you're blue."

"I've had a lot of practice."

As they were finishing the pizza, Logan looked toward the door and stiffened.

"Shit! Trouble."

"Magneto?"

"Worse. Scott." Logan hastily dug in his pocket and came up with some crumpled bills. He put enough on the table to cover their food and a good tip for the waitress. "Can you port us out of here?" Kurt looked out the window and considered for a moment.

"Ja, I can take us to zhat shed, zhen to your bike." He held out his hand and Logan grasped it. "On three, stand up. One." Scott turned and saw Logan. "Two." He began to make his way over to the booth. "Three." They appeared briefly on the roof of a shed in the parking lot, then standing beside Logan's bike. They clambered on and sped off toward home, both laughing maniacally.

Inside, Scott looked puzzled until he realized who Logan must have been with. He shrugged, he hadn't even been looking for Logan, he just wanted to ask him to DVR the football game for him.

The ride home was quicker than the ride out, since Logan was no longer trying to throw Kurt off the bike. Once the bike was safely tucked inside the garage and they were walking through the grass, Kurt remembered something.

"Oh! How much do I owe you for zhe pizza?"

"Don't worry about it. Consider it as food payment for your help today."

"Vell, thank you, but don't do it again."

"Anything you say, Buttercup." Kurt stopped walking to glower at Logan, who didn't stop and was therefore unprepared for the blue meteor that landed on his back, knocking them both onto the ground. They recovered quickly and were soon rolling around on the ground fighting, if it could be called that when the objective was to capture, not injure. Any blows that landed were light and wouldn't leave so much as a suggestion of a bruise, not that bruises showed op on either of them. After what seemed like forever but was in actuality 10 minutes, Logan finally had Kurt pinned down. They looked at each other from a distance of two inches, both breathing heavily. Then Logan grinned.

"Looks like I win." He let out a small "Oof!" sound as he suddenly landed on nothing but blue smoke and grass. Kurt chuckled and held out his hand to help Logan up.

"Are you sure you can call it vinning if your prey disappears out from under you?"