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(Break)
Kurt woke on his birthday to breakfast in bed. Rather, he woke for his morning prayers and meditation and afterward was carried back to bed and presented with purple waffles, blue scrambled eggs and pink bacon with coffee. After breakfast, Logan tied him up and demonstrated some of his more advanced oral techniques. When Kurt had recovered, he suggested a walk in the woods, to which Logan agreed. They walked outside and Kurt found the little blue sport bike sitting in the driveway. It had been customized, with swirls and stars painted on. He picked up the helmet to see it had also been altered, since it had a tail that looked exactly like his, only it was three inches long.
"I wanted to put 'Buttercup' on the side, but I figured the tail would be enough. Do you like your present?" Logan wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind and hugged him.
"I do. Zhank you so much. By zhe vay, vhere did zhis bike come from, anyvay?" Kurt turned in Logan's arms and kissed him soundly.
"A couple years back a rich kid came to the Institute and bought it. His parents about hit the roof when they found out, but instead of selling it, they gave it to Charles to do with as he pleased. He forgot about it until he gave you that mission to check up on Mark and remembered you didn't have anything to drive, so it became yours."
"I believe zhe phrase I vant is 'sweet.' Right?"
"Yes. Want to go for a ride?"
"Definitely." Kurt got on his bike, Logan got on his and they spent the rest of the morning racing around on their bikes. For lunch Logan made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with red milk. Sitting across from Kurt, he watched his tail play with the mini-tail dangling from the helmet resting on the counter.
"Enjoying your birthday?"
"Very much."
"Good." Logan glanced at the clock. "We have about two hours before we have to be somewhere, what do you want to do?" Kurt finished his sandwich and drained his milk before standing.
"I can zhink of a few zhings," he said coyly, stripping off his shirt. He threw it at Logan before bolting out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Logan grinned, jumped over the table and gave chase. When he caught Kurt in the bedroom, he made sure the two hours were well spent.
(Break)
Kurt stretched out in the front seat of the truck, his head on Logan's lap and his feet hanging out the window. Logan was alternating between shifting and holding Kurt's hand.
"Vhere are ve going, anyvay?"
"Here." Logan pulled into the parking lot of a massive and beautiful park. He hoped Mystique would keep her word. They got out and Logan spotted her sitting under a remote tree. He tried to steer Kurt her way without being obvious, but he knew Kurt saw her because he froze.
"Mystique is here." Logan wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist.
"I know." They began walking toward her again and when she saw them she stood and opened her arms.
"Aren't you going to give your mother a hug, Kurt?" Logan scowled and Kurt's jaw dropped.
"Logan?"
"Kurt?"
"Your mission?"
"It was a real mission, I just happened to be in the same general area as Mystique, so I stopped by for a chat."
"Yes, your boyfriend is quite... persuasive. Shall we sit?" She settled into her former place and Kurt cautiously sat down across from her. Logan remained standing behind him, arms crossed and alert for trouble.
"Logan, sit down. Ve von't have trouble." Mystique chuckled.
"Oh, it's not a trap. I'm alone, but I do have limited time. What do you want to know?" Logan sat, and Kurt seized his arm with his tail.
"Vhy did you abandon me?"
"It wasn't exactly planned. Your birth was quite difficult, I passed out and lost concentration. When I woke up, you were wrapped in a blanket beside me in a wagon and several people were discussing how to kill us. I escaped, disguised myself and saw the circus. I knew you would be accepted there, so I gave you to them. I kept track of you until you joined Charles. Even went to see you perform a few times."
"My fazher?"
"When I met your father, I was married to a man who couldn't give me children. He made all sorts of promises, knocked me up and vanished. Literally. His name is Azazel."
"My fazher is a mythological being?"
"No, your father is a demonic mutant that's been around since biblical times." Kurt looked like he had been stuck with a lightning bolt. "I see you have figured out the possible implications. Has the furball?" She turned to Logan. "Implications means-"
"I know what it means" Logan growled. "I may not have gone to school, but I've been around long enough to pick up knowledge."
"Then please tell the class what it means for Kurt to have his particular parentage." Logan growled and Kurt put a soothing hand on his arm.
"It means that since his father has an extended lifetime-"
"His mother too. I'm older than Erik, and not a gray hair or wrinkle yet."
"Ok, since both his parents have extended lifetimes, he most likely will as well." Mystique smiled ferociously and turned to Kurt again.
"So, my son, you have managed to find one of the only mutants on the planet that could live as long as you will." Her phone buzzed and she looked at it, frowning. "Not that I'm not enjoying this trip down memory lane, but my time is almost up. Anything else you want to know?"
"Do I have any siblings?"
"From me, you have an older brother, a human. From your father, your guess is as good as mine. Anything else?"
"Nein."
"Then I have a question for you. What do you want out of this? Officially, we're enemies, so there can't be any warm fuzzies."
"I vould be happy vith maybe once or tvice a year getting togezher." Mystique nodded.
"I can do that. I hate to cut this sort, but my ride is here." With that, she stood and strode toward a long black limo that had just pulled up. Logan pulled Kurt into his lap and hugged him.
"You ok?" Kurt pushed Logan back onto the grass and cuddled up to him, using his arm for a pillow.
"I feel better. Even zhough my parents are evil, I know vhere I came from. Zhank you for not telling me ahead of time. I vould have chickened out."
"I didn't want to get your hopes up if she didn't show. Charles thought it would be better if I didn't say anything as well."
"Can you not tell him about Azazel?"
"I won't tell him anything you don't want me to. He's the one who pointed me to Mystique, though." They lay in silence for a while, enjoying the warm sun, soft grass and general peacefulness. Logan was dozing when Kurt poked him.
"Logan, do you ever get sunburned?"
"No. Do you?"
"Nein. I guess our abilities are more useful zhan ve realize."
"Guess so." They settled back into silence until Kurt's stomach growled.
"Want to go get dinner?"
"Sure. But can ve make zhe movie somezhing at home, on zhe couch?"
"Absolutely. I'll eve borrow some of Kitty's special movies if you want." He grinned at Kurt.
"Nah, I don't believe zhat vill be necessary."
(Break)
They went to the same restaurant where they had their first date, and the same hostess greeted them with a grin. She led them to the same table they had had before, lit the candle with her finger again, and left them. After they had ordered their food, Logan reached into his pocket.
"Damn, I left my wallet in the truck. Be right back." Kurt smiled.
"Don't get lost or kidnapped."
"Not a chance." He gave Kurt a quick kiss and went downstairs to the hostess's station.
"Everything all right?" She asked with a smile.
"Yeah, everything's great. But it's Kurt's birthday, do you guys do anything for that?"
"Do you mean a bunch of people singing 'Happy Birthday'?"
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of a candle in something dessert-like."
"Yes, we can do that." She slid a dessert menu toward Logan and he scanned it quickly before tapping the German chocolate cake.
"This'll work." The hostess wrote it down on a slip of paper.
"You want it after you've finished your meals?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright, I'll bring it up. He's lucky to have you."
"No, I'm the lucky one." Logan smiled and went back to their table to find Kurt looking out at the view, his wineglass held absently in his tail. Logan wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders and kissed his cheek before sitting down.
"Miss me?" Kurt grinned.
"Desperately. I hope your vallet is safely in your pocket and not going to appear singing vith a cupcake."
"No singing, no cupcakes. I promise."
"Good." Kurt smiled, then began to stare off into space again.
"What's wrong?"
"Just zhinking."
"About?"
"Zhe fact zhat I am partly a demon."
"Kurt, just because-" Kurt held up a hand to stop Logan from continuing.
"I know who Azazel is. He is zhe leader of demonic mutants called Neyaphem. Zhey vere banished to anozher dimension long ago."
"Kurt, this doesn't change anything. You're still the same man you were this morning, you just know where you got your DNA now." Kurt smiled sadly.
"I know. But it's going to take some time to come to terms vith it."
"Do you want me to take some time off?"
"I don't know." Kurt put his head in his hands for a moment, then looked at Logan. "Can ve talk about somezhing else now?"
"Absolutely. We can eat, too." Logan gestured to their waiter bringing their food, steak for Logan and a pasta dish for Kurt. "How about we talk about shiny ringlike things?" Kurt grinned as the waiter set his food down.
"I zhought ve agreed zhey vould vait?"
"We did, but that doesn't mean we can't discuss them. For example, if in a few years I would want to present you with one, would it be gold or white gold?" Logan cut into his steak and took a bite.
"I vould say silver or vhite gold. Regular gold tends to clash vith my skin tone."
"That's what I was thinking, too." Logan took a small white box out of his pocket and slid it across the table to Kurt. "Get that look off your face, it's a thumb ring." Kurt opened the box and took out a silver ring decorated with little blue swirls. He put it on his right thumb and smiled.
"Danke, Logan. But you really should not have." Logan shrugged.
"Why not? I like to give you pretty things that make you smile."
"I know somezhing you can give me for free zhat vould acomplish zhe same zhing." Logan smiled and leaned over to kiss Kurt, noting the way his tail twitched excitedly.
The rest of their meal went well and when their dishes had been cleared away they enjoyed the evening until movement caught Kurt's eye.
"Logan!"
"What?"
"I zhought you said zhere vould be nozhing embarrassing!"
"I said no singing and no cupcakes. All I see is our nice hostess walking toward us with a piece of cake."
"It has a candle in it!"
"So it does. Cool." The hostess reached their table and set the cake down in front of Kurt.
"Happy Birthday, Kurt. Hope your wish comes true." With a smile she lit the candle and went back downstairs.
"Well, are you going to blow it out or do you want me to sing?" Kurt poked Logan with his tail before taking a deep breath, closing his eyes and blowing out the candle. He handed a fork to Logan.
"You're helping me eat zhis."
"So what did you wish for?"
"I can't tell you or it vill not come true." He stuck his tongue out at Logan and dug into his cake. Logan stuck his tongue out as well before doing likewise.
Kurt snuggled up to Logan for the ride home, and was dozing from the long day and the wine. When they got home Logan simply scooped him up and carried him to the door. After unlocking it he caught a strange scent and froze.
"Vhat's vrong?" Kurt half-asked, half-yawned.
"I think someone's in our house." Kurt was awake instantly, jumping down to crouch beside Logan. He eased the door open and peered into the darkness. His excellent night vision picked up on some familiar shapes and he straightened, sighing.
"Zhere are balloons and streamers. I zhought ve agreed ve vould spend today by ourselves?"
"But I didn't-" Logan didn't get to finish as Kurt walked into the house and flicked on the lights.
"I know you are zhere. Come out." About two dozen mutants sheepishly emerged from their hiding places and chorused a weak 'Happy Birthday."
"Zhank you all for zhis, but I am not in zhe mood for a party. I know you all meant vell." He ported out of the room and Logan entered, death in his eyes.
"Who's responsible for this?" He growled. For a moment no one moved, then Kitty hesitantly raised her hand. "Get upstairs and tell him it was you."
Kitty walked up the stairs and carefully opened the door to the bedroom. She stepped inside and phased just in time to have a pillow sail through her midsection.
"I do not vish to talk to you, Logan." Kurt was seated on the edge of the bed, his back facing the door. As he spoke, his tail picked up another pillow.
"Then it's a good think I'm not Logan." Kurt turned to see Kitty standing just inside the door, and his tail dropped it's weapon.
"Hello, Kitty. I vas not expecting it to be you." She crossed the room and seated herself beside Kurt.
"Don't be mad at Logan, he didn't know about the party. It was all my idea. I thought it would be nice to surprise you, since you do so much for everyone else."
"I appreciate it, but I wish you had checked vith Logan first. Partly because he could have killed you, and mostly because it's been a long day." Kitty pulled him into a hug.
"What's wrong? Did you guys have a fight?"
"Nein. I found out zhat Mystique is my mozher and my fazher is even vorse."
"Ouch. I'm sorry."
"Zhank you." They sat in silence for a moment. "Vill you please tell everyone to enjoy zhe party? No sense letting all your vork go to vaste." Kitty nodded and stood to leave. "Also, please send Logan up."
"Sure."
"Danke."
A few minutes after Kitty left, Logan entered the bedroom to find Kurt stretched out on the bed in just his jeans, eyes closed and totally relaxed.
"I am sorry I got angry vith you, Logan." Logan crossed the room to lie beside Kurt, reaching out a hand to trace the scars on his abdomen.
"It's alright. I can see how you would think I did it." From downstairs there was music and laughter. "I told Kitty that if the house wasn't as clean as it was this morning, she would be in big trouble." Kurt smiled and opened his eyes.
"Vould you like to know vhat I vished for?" Logan nodded and Kurt's tail pulled him down so he could whisper in his ear. Logan's smile widened into a full-scale grin.
"I think I can do that." He grabbed Kurt and pulled him on top of him before leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss.
The rest of Kurt's birthday was happily spent in the bedroom, and if anyone downstairs heard anything, they chose to ignore it.