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(Break)
It was a Friday afternoon and Logan and Kurt were watching a movie, taking advantage of some of the students being on a field trip, when there was a soft knock at the door. Logan looked towards the door.
"Charles told me there was someone coming to stay. Must be them." Kurt stood and stretched.
"I vill get it. Pause zhis please." Logan obligingly hit the pause button and Kurt ported to the door and opened it, revealing Jean standing on the porch.
"Is this Logan's house?"
"Yes, it is. Ve vere just vatching a movie, von't you come in?"
Thank you. Where should I put my suitcase?" Jean was a little unsure as to why Kurt was here, but she smiled at the blue man.
"I vill take zhat to zhe room you vill be staying in. Zhe living room is through zhat doorvay, Logan is in zhere." Kurt pointed with his tail, picked up Jean's suitcase and ported out of the room. Jean hesitantly walked in the living room to find Logan stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed, a cigar smoldering in his hand. He opened his eyes to see Jean looking at him and smiled.
"Hey, Jean. Kurt and I were just watching a movie. Have a seat, it's still at the beginning." He gestured to a recliner and Jean sat and looked around.
"I like your color scheme."
"Thanks. I figured green would be a good way to go." Kurt walked in the door.
"Vould you like somezhing to drink, Jean? Ve have soda, vater, beer and orange juice."
"Water, please." Kurt nodded and walked out again, reappearing a moment later with a bottle of water in one hand, and a beer and bottle of water in the other. He handed Jean the single bottle then walked over to he couch and handed Logan the beer.
"What if I wanted water too?" Logan stubbed out his cigar in an ashtray on the floor.
"I know you better zhan zhat. You alvays vant beer vith a movie. Now scoot over, I don't vant to fall off zhe couch again." Logan moved over and Kurt lay down next to him on the couch, placing his water on the floor. "Danke."
"You're welcome." Logan hit the play button and put his arm around Kurt's waist. Jean stared straight at the movie, trying to hide her shock. No one had told her that Logan and Kurt were together. A little while later she glanced over to see Kurt's fingers entwined with Logan's and his tail absently running up and down Logan's arm as though it had done so a thousand times before. When the movie was over, Logan whispered something into Kurt's ear. Kurt nodded, leaned back to kiss him and ported away in a puff of blue smoke. Logan stood up and stretched.
"Tonight's pizza night at the mansion, would you like to come with us?"
"Yes, it will be nice to see everyone again." She was silent for a minute. "So how long have you and Kurt...?"
"We've been together about six months." Kurt reappeared. "I asked hm to move in, but he likes having his own space at the moment." Kurt smiled.
"I do not vant to rush into anyzhing too quickly." He and Logan shared a laugh at that. "Plus, keeping my room at zhe mansion gives me a safe place to teleport. Vill you be coming vith us, Jean?"
"Yes."
"Vonderful."
They drove over in Logan's truck, Kurt riding in the bed and having fun porting from the truck to trees and back again. When they parked in the garage, he pulled out his phone and sent Scott a quick message.
'Jean is here. Thought you'd like to know -K' The reply came quickly.
'Thanks. I owe you one. -S' Kurt smiled. He hoped Scott truly was over being a jerk. He was fun.
As soon as Jean walked in the door, she was surrounded by a crowd of friends and former students, all trying to greet her at once. When the pizza arrived, most of them cleared out and Jean saw Scott leaning against a wall, watching her. She walked over to him and gave him a gentle hug.
"Hello, Scott."
"Hello, Jean."
"I think we should talk." Scott tensed ever so slightly.
"Yeah, I think so too. After supper, meet out front?"
"Sounds good. See you then." Jean walked into the dining room, where dozens of voices called her to sit with them. Scott followed and made his way to an empty chair beside Kurt.
While they ate, Jean looked over at Scott from time to time, always finding him deep in conversation with Kurt, Logan interjecting on occasion. She could easily find out what they were talking about, but she had perfected her control and didn't want to have all that work be for nothing. She tried to put it out of her mind and focus on catching up, and mostly succeeded.
(Break)
After supper Jean helped to clear the tables, and when she walked outside she found Scott talking to Kurt, who was hanging upside down in a tree with a book in his hand.
"Hi, boys. Having a nice chat?" Kurt smiled widely at her.
"Hello Jean. Scott vas just telling me about his special sunglasses. Zhey are quite interesting in zheir design."
"Yes, Charles put a lot of work into them. Hey, where's Logan?"
"I do not know, zhe tracking chip I had installed is malfunctioning." At Jean's blank look, he smiled. "I am joking. I am his boyfriend, not his mozher. He said somezhing earlier about meeting up vith Hank, so I assume zhat's vhere he vent."
"Well, I hate to break up your guy time, but I need to talk to Scott. I'll see you later, Kurt."
"Have a lovely evening, Jean." Kurt opened his book, which turned out to be a Bible written in German. As he watched them walk away, he whispered "Good luck, Scott."
(Break)
Scott and Jean walked to a secluded bench and sat down, listening to the birds singing.
"Is everything all right, Scott? You're being pretty quiet."
"Yeah, sorry, it's just been a busy week. You wanted to talk about something?"
"Yes. I've been doing a lot of thinking about a lot of things. I miss you, I miss us and I think we should give it another try." Scott sighed.
"I was afraid you were going to say that."
"You're seeing someone, aren't you? I should have known. Is she someone I know?"
"No, Jean, I'm not seeing anyone. I don't really know how to tell you this."
"You know you can tell me anything, Scott. After all we've been through together, you should know that, so just say whatever you need to say." Scott nodded and took a couple of deep breaths.
"I'm gay." Jean blinked in surprise.
"I don't think I heard you right. What did you say?"
"I said I'm gay. You heard me right." Jean stared at him, open-mouthed in shock.
"Who knows?"
"Well, Charles, Kurt, Logan and Gambit."
"How does Gambit know? He doesn't even check in here that often."
"I was at Jerry's Place and he was there with Logan and Kurt and they all saw me."
"Who's Jerry?"
"Jerry's place is a bar."
"A gay bar?"
"Yes."
"Thank you for telling me, Scott, but I need some time to think about all this." Jean got up and walked away, not looking back. Scott dropped his head in his hands and tried very hard not to exist for a while.
Footsteps approached, and a voice with a thick German accent spoke.
"Jean just asked me to take her back to Logan's house. I take it zhe talk did not go vell?" Scott shook his head. "Vhat happened?" Kurt sat down on the other side of the bench and waited patiently.
"She said she wanted us to get back together, I told her that I'm gay and she left." Kurt was silent for a few minutes.
"Might I attempt to shed some light on her reaction?"
"Go for it."
"I am novhere near an expert on female minds, but zhis is vaht I think. She came here hoping for a reunion of zhe two of you. Vhen you told her zhat, any hope she had of being vith you died. Now she needs to decide if she vants to try to be your friend, knowing zhere is no hope of any future romance."
"That's actually a really good explanation."
"Danke."
"Why are you being so nice to me? The way I treated you, I'd expect you to be laughing at me. I know Logan would."
"Vell, Logan and I are not alike in many respects. Vhile he is a fan of revenge, I prefer forgiveness. I like to hope zhat I can make zhe vorld a better place, if only in a small vay."
"Well, I appreciate it. I think I'm going to take a walk."
"Ok. If you need anyzhing, you know how to reach me."
"Thanks." Scott stood and walked off into the woods. Kurt sat on the bench awhile loner before deciding to go do some of his laundry at Logan's. As he ported to the porch, he wondered if he should just move in and save himself the trouble of keeping clothes in two locations. The house was quiet as he walked up the stairs to Logan's bedroom, he guessed Jean was either resting or thinking quietly in the yellow room since he hadn't seen her in the living room or kitchen. As he was checking under the bed for stray clothes, he figured he may as well wash the sheets while he was washing stuff. He stripped the bed, turning on the radio with his tail as he passed by. After he got the washer going, he dug in the closet for a set of pink sheets he had gotten to tease Logan with. Putting them on, he hummed along with the radio and didn't even realize Jean was standing in the doorway until she spoke.
"Do you love him?" Kurt ported back a few feet and crouched into a defensive position out of sheer instinct.
"Apologies, Jean. I did not see you zhere. I assume you mean Logan?" Jean nodded. "Yes, I do love him. I know ve are different in many vays, but ve connect in a vay I have never experienced before."
"Then why not move in with him?" Kurt tucked the top sheet in under the mattress and straightened it before answering.
"As I said before, having a room in zhe mansion gives me a safe place vhere I know no one is so I may teleport zhere vithout vorry. Also, it is impossible to sleep next to Logan vithout sleeping VITH him, and vhile he does not need to recover, it is sometimes necessary for me to have a break." Kurt grabbed a pillow with his tail and inserted it into a pillowcase, then did the same to the other one.
"What about Scott? Has he found... someone?"
"Nein. He has found himself in an entirely new group of people, and he is still trying to figure out vhere he fits in."
"So when did you know you liked men?"
"You are asking a lot of questions." Kurt placed the pillows carefully and pulled the dark blue comforter over the whole bed, making sure no pink showed.
"I'm just trying to understand."
"Zhen ask avay." Kurt settled onto the newly-made bed facing Jean. "Vhen I vas about fifteen, zhe circus vas setting up for a veek near a large town. On opening night, zhere vas a boy of my age in zhe crowd, and after zhe show he vanted to meet me. Every night ve performed, he vas there and he met me aftervard so ve could spend time togezher. On zhe last night, ve spent zhe entire night togezher, and ended up having sex. I have never regretted it."
"How did you and Logan get together?"
"To make a long story a little shorter, I accidentally ported into his lap, and ve became friends. After a vhile, I threw him in zhe pool in front of all zhe students, he cut zhe diving board in half and I fell in after him, and vhile ve vere getting changed he finally gave in and let himself vant to be vith me."
"So basically, you threw him in the pool and you guys got together?"
"Ja. May I speak freely?"
"Sure."
"I know zhat you are zhinking zhat Scott isn't really gay, zhat he's going to snap out of it one day and realize he vants to be vith you. I have seen it happen, but I don't zhink it vill here. It's possible, but not very likely, so you need to let go of your feelings and try to be his friend. Zhe vorst zhing you can do right now is shut him out. He needs to know zhat you are zhere for him."
"Thank you, Kurt. You've given me a lot to think about. I think I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed. Good night."
"Gute nacht, Jean." Jean left and Kurt got up from the bed, making sure the comforter was still on straight to hide the pink sheets. He had settled down on the chaise lounge to read when he heard the front door slam and Logan's heavy footsteps make their way to the kitchen.
Logan got himself a beer and made his way to the living room. Finding it empty he climbed the stairs to his room, where he found his boyfriend stretched out on the chaise lounge reading his German Bible. He flopped onto the bed to wait for Kurt to finish reading, not wanting to interrupt. After a few pages, Kurt placed a ribbon between two pages and shut the book, putting it on a handy nearby shelf before turning to Logan.
"Did you have fun vith Hank?"
"Yeah, it was ok, I guess. I showed him this' Logan tossed Kurt a copy of the catalog they were in "and he got all excited, and spent an hour talking about mutant acceptance. I think he wants us to be the poster couple for mutant pride. Too bad he's not gay, you two would look quite nice on a billboard together." Logan grinned to show that he was kidding.
"Are you trying to get rid of me already?" Kurt turned on the puppy dog look.
"You know I'm not. Now, are you going to get over here or am I going to have to get you?"
"I shall be staying here, zhank you very much. I don't vant to subject you to my company any more zhan I have to." Logan growled and launched himself at Kurt, who jumped over him and turned in time to see Logan land in a heap on the floor. Kurt stood and leisurely made his way to Logan, holding out his hand to help him up.
"Now, my love, ve shall have a lesson in being careful of vhat you say. Instead of you getting to have your vay vith me in the nice, soft bed, you shall have to catch me first." He wrapped his arms around Logan's neck and pressed himself against him.
"What if I don't want to chase you?"
"I believe you do." Kurt rubbed against the hardness in Logan's jeans. "Unless you have a fetish for falling on zhe floor. Let zhe hunt begin." He kissed Logan thoroughly before bolting out the bedroom door, down the stairs and out the front door. Logan paused to clear his head before following at a more sedate pace. He knew Kurt's scent as well as he knew his own. This was going to be fun.
(Break)
Logan tracked Kurt's scent through the woods in a twisting path until he came to a dead end. A few yards away it picked up again, and he knew Kurt had ported to try to throw him off. The breaks became longer and longer until he came to one that he couldn't find the place where it resumed. He sniffed around for a while in vain, then had the idea of looking up. After smelling a few trees, Logan found Kurt's scent and followed it through branches, down to the ground and back up into the trees again. He had to give Kurt credit, he was really good at this. Eventually he caught up, and came upon Kurt in a clearing. Wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, he whispered in his ear.
"Gotcha. Do I get my prize now?" Kurt turned in his arms and chuckled.
"Yes you do, my valiant hunter." His tail pressed a bottle of lube into Logan's hand. "Ve are miles from anyvhere, so claim it quickly." Logan wasted no time in complying.
Afterward, they walked through the forest hand-in-hand, tired yet extremely satisfied. The night creatures were out, making noises and creating a peaceful atmosphere out of what could have been a dark and menacing forest. When they were near the house, Logan broke the silence.
"So, how did Scott's talk with Jean go?"
"Not vell. She just valked avay from him. I talked to both of zhem, but I don't know if I did any good or not."
"Look, I know you want to help and you're tempted to play mediator, but I'm asking you to stay out of it. I don't want you to get caught up in the possible fallout." Kurt thought for a moment.
"Ok, I vill try to stay out of it. But only if you vill do something as vell."
"What would that be?" Kurt stopped and pulled Logan close to whisper in his ear.
"Me." Logan wondered how it was that no matter where they were or what they were doing, Kurt was able to stir up his desires. Then Kurt was kissing him and porting them to the bedroom, and nothing else mattered.
(Break)
The next morning Kurt got up to start the coffee before his morning prayers to find Jean sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of water.
"Guten morgen, Jean. You may help yourself to anyzhing in zhe kitchen, or if you vish to vait, there vill be peach vaffles for breakfast in about an hour." Jean took in the sight of Kurt standing there wearing only sleep pants, two silver necklaces and a heavy silver bracelet. She couldn't help but notice the bruises and bite marks on his neck and chest.
"Thanks, I'd love some coffee right about now."
"I vas just about to make some." Kurt filled up the coffee pot with water using his tail while putting coffee in the filter basket. The water was poured in, the filter and pot replaced and the button flicked on in less than 30 seconds. "Zhe coffee cups are in here" he tapped a cupboard with his tail as he walked past it "and zhe sugar in on zhe counter. I don't mean to be rude, but I need to get to my morning prayers and meditation." With that, Kurt walked out of the kitchen, leaving Jean to wonder what else that tail could do.
Logan woke up, reached into the still-warm space that Kurt belonged in and frowned. He was used to Kurt getting up early, but every once in a while he'd like to wake to find him still cuddled up in his arms. He smelled coffee, so he rolled out of bed, visited the bathroom and debated getting dressed. Shrugging, he made his way down the stairs still in his sleep pants, pausing to run a claw gently up the line of Kurt's spine. Kurt shivered and smiled, but kept his eyes closed as he gently prodded Logan with his tail to finish his descent. Logan continued to the kitchen, where Jean was pouring herself some coffee. She looked up and smiled.
"Good morning, Logan."
"Morning. Hand me my cup, please?" He pointed at the yellow sunshine cup and she passed it to him. "Thanks." He dumped some sugar in the bottom, poured coffee on top of it and stirred it absently with a claw.
"So, any reason you're using a cup that looks like it was made for a kid?" Logan glanced at the cup in question and smiled.
"Well, Kurt got tired of me calling him 'Kid' all the time, so I started calling him 'Buttercup' and he dubbed me 'Sunshine' in revenge. I don't know where he found the cup, though. In a cupboard around here, I assume." Logan took a drink of coffee, set the cup down and began assembling the necessary tools to make waffles.
"You called your boyfriend 'Kid'?"
"This was before we started dating." Logan walked over to the refrigerator and got out waffle ingredients plus peaches. He mixed them in a big bowl before starting to peel the peaches.
"Do you think you'll ever marry him?" Logan paused in putting a peach peel in the compost bucket to look at Jean, who was glancing through the furniture catalog he had left on the table.
"It hasn't come up." That was a blatant lie. They had discussed it when Logan asked Kurt to move in, and both agreed it was too early for any major life changes. Kurt walked in then, fully dressed, sparing Logan any further discussion.
"Guten morgen, mein liebe." Kurt pulled Logan down for a kiss while his tail quickly added some food coloring to the waffle batter.
"Good morning. I saw that."
"Saw vhat? Kurt poured himself some coffee in a sparkly blue mug, and seated himself across from Jean.
"The food coloring in the waffle batter."
"I do not know vhat you are talking about." Kurt put on his innocent face.
"Yes you do. It was batter-colored with peach bits, now it's orange with peach bits."
"You are seeing zhings, you must be vorking too hard. Maybe you should ask for some time off."
"Must be sleep deprivation." Logan said as he poured some of the now orange batter into the waffle maker. "Someone kept me up half the night fu-" he stopped abruptly, remembering they weren't alone. "Sorry, Jean." Jean blushed.
"Don't worry about it."
Logan finished making the waffles and carried a plate with a huge stack of them to the table. Since Kurt had already put the plates and silverware out, Logan only had to grab some syrup from the fridge.
"No syrup for you, Kurt. You bounce around too much as it is." Kurt frowned, then snaked his tail around Logan to grab the bottle of peach syrup.
"Zhen I vill have no problem burning off zhe extra energy." Kurt poured a liberal dose of syrup on his waffles. "So, Jean, vhat brings you here?" Jean finished chewing and took a drink before answering.
"I'm being reassigned, which is good because I'm getting sick of Florida. I'm here to get the name of my contact in Nevada, and I'll be leaving Monday morning. Not that I'm not having fun watching you two pick on each other." She smiled as she watched Logan grab Kurt's tail before it could poke him in the head.
"Kurt just likes having an audience to show off in front of."
"Says you, Mr. I have to peel zhe peaches vith my pointy claws." Jean smiled at the face Logan made at Kurt.
"Kurt, I've been meaning to ask you something. You once said that you could only teleport if you could see where you're going. How is it that you can go from here to the mansion without problems?"
"I have been vorking on improving my abilities, vith zhe professor's help. I can now teleport to somevhere I have been before, as long as I know the layout and no one is standing vhere I vant to 'land.' I hope to be able to go longer distances soon."
"That sounds like a lot of effort."
"It is, but it is vorth it."
They finished breakfast with pleasant conversation and after being assured that she didn't need to help with clean-up, Jean left to find Scott. Logan pulled out a cigar, lit it and blew a smoke ring at the ceiling.
"So, what's the plan for today?"
"How about helping me move my stuff?"
"To?"
"Here." Logan looked at Kurt, surprised at the sudden change of mind.
"You sure? I mean, I still want you to move in, but I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to."
"Yes, I am sure. I have thought about it a lot, and I talked to zhe professor zhis morning. He has agreed to keep my room vacant, and use it as a storage space so I may have a safe place to teleport." Logan grinned.
"How about we go upstairs and celebrate?"
"I vould like zhat, but how about ve bring my stuff here first? It vill only take one trip in zhe truck, and ve do have zhe whole day ahead of us."
"Nah, I say play first, work later then play some more." With that, Logan stood, picked Kurt up, slung him over his shoulder and made his way to the bedroom. He knew if Kurt were serious, he wouldn't let himself be carried upstairs, and since he was giggling on his shoulder, Logan figured he wasn't going anywhere.
(Break)
After they had gotten all of Kurt's things to Logan's house and moved the furniture to another room, they decided to spend the rest of the day out of the house. The first stop was a little diner for lunch. After they ordered Kurt kept looking over at a family seated nearby. Logan waved his hand in front of his face.
"Earth to Kurt, come in Kurt. What's on your mind?"
"Nozhing."
"You expect me to believe that? You've been staring at those people since we got here." Kurt sighed.
"You vill zhink it's stupid."
"No I won't." Logan reached across the table to take Kurt's hand. "You can tell me and I promise I won't pick on you." Kurt sighed again and tore his gaze from the family, which was getting ready to leave.
"Vell, my birzhday is next month, and around zhis time of year, I alvays vonder about my biological parents, who zhey vere and if zhey are still living." Logan squeezed Kurt's hand.
"That's not stupid at all, it's normal to wonder about where you came from. I used to."
"Used to?"
"I've been around a long time, and if the professor's right, my parents have been dead a long time."
"Vhat do you mean, if zhe professor's right?"
"He did some research, and says I match the description of a mutant named James Howlett. Born in the 1880s, he had bone claws and healing abilities."
"You speak as zhough he is anozher person instead of you."
"He may as well be another person. I can't remember anything about being him, and the name means nothing to me. Can we talk about something more cheerful now? Please?"
"Like vhat?"
"Like what do you want for your birthday?" Kurt made a show of thinking for a moment before grinning.
"How about somezhing shiny and ringlike?"
"I thought we agreed that shiny ringlike things should wait?"
"Ve did, but zhat does not mean I cannot pick on you. How about ve just spend zhe day togezher? It is a Saturday, so ve could do vhatever."
"I think I can work with that. How about dinner and a movie in there somewhere?"
"Zhat vould be nice." Kurt smiled as the waitress approached with their food. While they ate, Logan mulled over how to find out who Kurt's parents were. He decided to start with a talk with Charles on Monday.