Short and angsty, sorry.

Don't own, don't profit.

(Break)

Kurt came to morning training Monday morning, spoke to no one, and left as soon as it was over. When it was time for him to help Storm, he arrived right as she was beginning and again left as soon as she was done. Storm had no luck finding him the rest of the day and the next day she fared no better. On Friday she finally cornered Logan as he was leaving a Danger Room session with some of the younger students. Heedless of his healing scrapes and bruises, she grabbed his arm and dug her nails in as she dragged him to an empty classroom.

"Ouch! Storm what the hell's wrong with you?"

"More like what the hell is wrong with you! Have you talked to Kurt?" Logan sighed and dug out a cigar, opening a window as he lit it.

"Haven't seen him."

"That's bullshit and you know it." Logan growled and ran a hand through his hair.

"You know what he did? He ported into the house, packed a bag and left! Obviously he doesn't want to see me."

"After you swung at him I don't blame him."

"I knew he was going to port out of the way, that's the only reason I did it!"

"Why were you so mad about him throwing you in the pool, anyway?" Storm crossed her arms and looked at Logan calmly.

"You know how annoying chlorine is?" She nodded. "Imagine that with a super sensitive sense of smell."

"Have you ever told Kurt about that?" She could tell by the look on his face he hadn't. "Don't you think you should before he, say, throws you in the pool to shut you up?" Logan slapped his forehead with the heel of his hand repeatedly.

"I'll go look for him. Thanks, Storm." She smiled.

"It's always fun to beat some sense into you, Logan. Now go find him, apologize to him, take him out to dinner then take him home and do naughty things to him."

"You do realize that if I do get to do naughty things to him, now I'm going to be thinking of you while doing it?"

"You're welcome."

(Break)

Logan had checked with all of Kurt's friends and none of them knew where he was staying. He checked the woods around the house with no luck, then realized where Kurt had to be. He climbed over the fence surrounding the paintball arena and made his way to the castle. He got lost a couple of times and it was getting dark when he finally found it. He whistled as he observed the moat Kurt had put in since last week. It was two feet deep and the bottom was filled with rocks that had been painted blue. Some of them had decorations on them. Logan saw some fish, an alligator, a few lily pads and a couple frogs. The drawbridge wasn't done yet, though, so Logan carefully climbed down and walked the five feet to the other side.

Kurt wasn't in the large room, but there was a sleeping bag, some food and a duffel bag in a corner. Logan climbed the ladder up to the catwalk and found Kurt meditating in one of the turrets. Logan studied him, noting the circles under his eyes and the fact that he had lost weight. Not much, but with how thin Kurt was already every pound was noticeable. Logan settled back to wait for Kurt to finish. He wasn't kept waiting long before Kurt's yellow eyes opened and focused on him.

"Vhat do you vant?"

"To talk." Kurt rolled his eyes and jumped over Logan to land neatly on the catwalk.

"About?"

"Saturday morning."

"You mean vhen you vere trying to disclose details about our personal life and I dropped you in zhe pool, zhen you turned into zhe incredible jerkface?"

"Jerkface?"

"Yep." Kurt perched on a wall and looked at Logan, his tail twitching with agitation. "Vell?" Logan shuffled his feet and looked anywhere but Kurt.

"Well, Storm kind of pointed out that I never told you why I hate pools." He risked a glance up to see Kurt staring at him expectantly. "Well, um, it's not so much the water as it is the chlorine. It really irritates my sensitive nose." He glanced up again to find Kurt staring at him in disbelief.

"Vhy did you not just tell me zhis?"

"I don't know," Logan sighed. Kurt jumped down off the wall and began walking away from Logan. "Where are you going?"

"Avay from here." He began climbing down to the main floor, Logan following. When they reached it, Logan grabbed Kurt's arm and spun him around.

"Kurt, wait."

"Vhy? You don't tell me about zhe chlorine being a problem for you, and zhen you get mad at me for throwing you in zhe pool. Vhat do you vant from me, telepathy? I am not Jean!" Kurt stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his tail twitching in agitation. Logan fell to his knees in front of him.

"I'm sorry. I was in the wrong, and I don't know how else to apologize. All I can do is grovel on my knees and beg for forgiveness." Kurt suppressed a smile.

"Admit zhat I von zhe bet."

"You won. No contest." Kurt smiled and pulled Logan up to stand before him. Finally smiling, he kissed Logan softly before looking at him with obvious love.

"You fool, I forgave you days ago." Logan wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled them together, leaning his forehead against Kurt's.

"I'm your fool though. Let's go out to dinner."

"Not so fast."

"I thought we were good now."

"Not quite." Kurt kissed Logan fiercely before pulling him over to the sleeping bag in the corner.

(Break)

Monday morning they both arrived at the mansion for breakfast, happy and back to normal. Well, almost. Logan was covered in what looked like tattoos but upon closer inspection were threads sewn into his skin. There were colorful swirls, flowers, birds and all kinds of other things decorating his arms, neck and face. It had been Kurt's 'punishment' for losing the bet. Logan didn't mind, Kurt had had fun decorating him and since he had gotten used to the thread it didn't itch anymore. He was just grateful that no one had commented on how carefully he was walking.