Kurt had taken them to the roof of the Institute. A place he, himself, oftened to get away from the hustle and bustle of the life inside the building. No one had thought to look for him up here and he was only found once, by Storm. And that had been by accident. She promised to keep his spot a secret and continued on her way. Now, he brought Scott up here, the air bitter and chilly in the dead of night. And perhaps it didn't help that the seasons were changing and summer was long gone, the gentle warmth of fall turning to the grey of winter. Kurt sat down, letting his abnormal hand slip from Scott's as he did so, and he gestured to the spot next to him. "You wish to talk, so talk," he said again. Perhaps he was being harsh, but Scott had kissed him without reason and had also put forth the effort to avoiding contact with each other. No coin was one-sided, afterall.

Scott sat, look out at the darkness over the trees and sighed. "I like you, Kurt. And before you say you like me, too, let me explain."

Somehow the older teen had known that Kurt was going to say that. With a half-parted jaw, Kurt clamped it shut, teeth smacking together and clicking inside of his brain.

"For years now, I've struggled with my sexuality. I like girls, for sure, but sometimes, there are boys that I like as well. You're one of them. I like you, Kurt. And maybe I should have been honest with you in your room instead of kissing you, but I've never been good with my words. I make a shitty team captain sometimes because of it." He sighed, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his chin on it. It dawned on Kurt that he could see Scott so much better than the other could see him.

"You are not a bad team captain," Kurt defended. "You are amazing. You always do what needs to be done und you work hard und you're inspiring und you're just… you're wunderbar ." He wanted to put his hand on Scott's back but he refrained, unsure of what this situation called for, what was acceptable, and what was crossing unspoken boundaries.

"Thank you," Scott mumbled half-heartedly. "But what I'm trying to say is… I hide a lot. A lot more than most people think I do. I like you and for a long time, I've… I've wanted to be more than just your friend. But I never knew how to tell you and that moment in your bedroom when I was holding you just felt so right to me but I guess it was wrong and you probably think I'm disgusting and horrible and a monster."

Kurt fell very solemn at Scott's words, his tail wrapping around his right calf and falling still. "Scott, I would never think of you as a monster. Why would I think such schrecklich things about you?"

"Because homosexuality is a sin, isn't it?" Scott's voice had grown so soft, so quiet, so unsure, that Kurt himself couldn't be certain it was really Scott he was talking to on the dark, scratchy roof.

"It isn't my place to judge that, Scott. I have read the Bible, both the English version und the German version. It has never said, straightforward, the homosexuality is a sin, that it is evil. 'Man shall not lie with man as he lieth with women.' It is true that it says that. Und that if man does so, he is worthy of being stoned to death. But it follows with saying that we have no place to judge for we are not God and He is the only one with the power and the right to judge others. 'Let him who has no sin cast the first stone.' I have my sins, you have your sins, Jean und the Professor, Storm, Spyke, Kitty, Rouge, Magneto, Mystic, Toad, Lance, Bobby, und every living being on this planet has sin. There is no one here who equals God, und therefore, there is no one with the right to judge you."

He paused. "Besides, it is debated what the scripture means by man lying with man as he lies with women. Many claim it means that a man is not to treat another man as subservient while they lie together, as at the time that was a woman's rule." He shrugged. "We as people have changed much over the years und we must learn what the scripture truly means. No one but God fully understands the rules set for us. But as I said, it is only up to Him to judge. So what you're gay, Scott? Does it change who you are as a person? No. It doesn't." Kurt felt it was appropriate to place his hand on Scott's back now, after saying what he had. "You are still mein freund ."

"But what if I want more?" Scott whispered, hardly detectable by Kurt's ears.

"Huh?"

Scott swallowed, looked up at Kurt and repeated himself. "But what if I want more? What if I want to be more than just your friend? Kurt, I like you. I know you didn't learn the difference betweening liking someone and liking someone when you learnt English, but it should be obvious by now what I mean." Feeling the warmth of Kurt's hand on his back felt good, but was it wrong? "The day in your bedroom, I kissed you. I kissed you Kurt and if you let me, I'd do it again and again and again. But you're not gay. You don't like me in that sense. You're Catholic and you follow the Bible to the best of your abilities and who am I to ask you to ignore a rule just so I can fulfill selfish desires?" He shook his head, standing so that Kurt's hand fell off his back.

"You kissed me back and maybe that was just reflex but, God, Kurt, I want it to be more. I want it to be so much more than that, so badly. I know you won't lie, but you'll evade. So I'm begging you to answer this question so I can get on with my life. Do you like me in the same way? Because if not, I'll leave you alone, I'll let it drop. This whole conversation never existed, the kiss in the bedroom never existed. Please."

Kurt sat there, staring at the dark space between his feet, his tail lashing back and forth behind him from nerves. He had kissed back that day, that much was true. He had only told Scott to leave because he had been confused as to what just happened. It hadn't been out of scorn and it hadn't been out of malice. So, what did he feel for the other boy? Friendship, surely. But was there more? Could he ignore those rules of the Bible that he had held so important for so long of his life? Was he gay?

"I… I don't know Scott. Ich weiß es nicht ."

Scott fell silent, his face forward towards the tree line where the sun would be coming up in less than three hours. "Take me back into the Institute, Kurt. I want to go to bed."

Kurt felt a pang in his chest, but gently grabbed Scott's hand and bamf ed them inside once more. Scott wrenched his hand from Kurt's and hurried down the hallway to his room, leaving Kurt sulking in the shadows. The sudden departure had hurt Kurt in ways he was foreign to. He was sick of being foreign. He turned on his heel and teleported to his room, ready to retire for the rest of the night.