Kurt woke up as the sun began rising over the bay. He turned and admired the girl that lay in his arms. Gently he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. That's when Kurt noticed he couldn't find his tail and began to worry that the thing had decided place itself in an inappropriate spot. Kurt quickly solved the mystery of the missing tail when he felt himself sinking gradually, the roof appearing to be swallowing the two teens.
"Kitty!" He warned, shaking the girl.
"Hmm..." she murmured as they sank further. Kitty woke up as she fell through the roof with Kurt in tow, quickly solidifying them both before they hit the ground.
"Schiesse," Kurt murmured as they landed roughly on the floor of Miss Monroe's attic bedroom, their legs and arms (and Kurt's tail) akimbo.
"Children?" Her accented voice called out as she walked over to them wearing her robe, her expression going from concerned to curious as she arched a white eyebrow.
"Oh my god, hide me," Kitty mumbled, plunging her head beneath the blanket.
"Nope, you're facing this one with me Liebchen," Kurt replied peeling back the blanket.
'What are you two doing?" Miss Monroe asked, crossing her arms as she stood over them.
"We were uh, checking to see how strong the repaired roof is..." Kitty stuttered slowly.
"I'm sure," Miss Monroe answered, helping the girl to her feet.
"Logan will be able to smell him on you, so I suggest you two go take a shower."
The two teens nodded and hurried out the door.
"Separately!" she shouted after them. The pair walked down the hallway, laughing at Miss Monroe's reaction.
"Kurt," Kitty gasped, clutching his arm. "Port us somewhere, now."
"Vat? Why?" Kurt asked, until he saw what was coming towards.
Logan, teeth barred, claws unsheathed chasing after a furry little rodent with boxers in his mouth.
Kurt complied with Kitty's request and the two of them were gone in a bamf.
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Scott woke up to the sound of Logan banging open his door, nearly giving his room a new skylight as his eyes instinctively wanted to fly open.
"Where is it!" The feral growl erupted from Logan.
"Wha- where's what?" Scott asked, jumping out of bed and blindly pawing at his nightstand, trying to find his visor.
Logan paced around the room, sniffing the air.
"Either he's really clean, or really fast," Logan murmured before leaving the room.
"What the hell," Scott muttered, wondering if this was at all like the false alarm last week at three twenty in the morning. Logan had wanted to see how quickly everyone could get up, get dressed, and get on the jet. Apparently two minutes and 46 seconds had been too long and Logan warned that they'd be getting more wake up calls from him. Scott was starting to worry that Logan was keeping true to his word and starting with the leader of the group.
It was still very early, but Scott figured he could get in an early morning exercise as all hope of sleep left him. Getting woken up by a pissed off Logan could keep anyone awake for days.
That's when he heard it. A low scuffling noise coming from his undergarments drawer. Scratching his head, Scott wondered if somehow he'd left his phone on vibrate and put it in there to hide from Bobby and Sam.
Pulling the drawer open, he was greeted by the household fuzzy guy. No, not Kurt. But Jamie's ferret. And the thing was chewing on his boxers.
"GAHH!" Scott fired and shot at it, which in turn just made his whole dresser blow to pieces as the ferret scurried under the bed, taking the stolen boxers with him. All hell broke lose.
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Rahne and Roberto raised their eyes to the ceiling of the kitchen.
"I wonder if he's okay," Rahne mused aloud, a look of slight worry on her face as she raised her spoon to her mouth.
"Come on, he's our fearless leader, whatever it is, he's got it," Roberto replied, sipping his orange juice. An ominous creaking sounded from above them, and a rapidly forming crack began branching out in all directions. The pair shared one more alarmed look before the ceiling began raining Scott's room on them. Roberto yelled a slew of curses that would even make Logan blush if he had known Portuguese and pushed Rahne and himself under the table.
Coughing Scott sat up in the rubble.
"Oh. Good morning Roberto, Rahne" He greeted them in his usual monotone voice.
"Umm, hey Scott... what some cereal?" Rahne asked quietly, blankly holding up the bowl that now contained fruit loops and pieces of ceiling. The two of them resumed their seats at the table, eyeing Scott warily and wondering if the pressure of being an example and role model to 10 slightly insane and deranged teenage mutants, whose powers could destroy a city in less then five minutes, had finally gotten to him. Either that or Jean had dumped his sorry ass.
Something quick and furry caught Scott's attention.
"Roberto, hold very still," Scott commanded in a deathly quiet voice, his deadly eyes beginning to power up as he faced Roberto.
"Scott...what are you.." A blast cut Roberto off. "...doing."
"Come here you furry little devil!" Scott cried, rushing out of the room, chasing after what appeared to be a scurrying pair of boxers.
Bamph! Kurt appeared looking alarmed and wearing only his boxers and holding a towel.
"Who called me? Vat did I do now!" Kurt demanded. Turning around, he noticed the mess that was Scott's room on the kitchen floor. Choosing to ignore this he turned instead to the pair sitting at the table.
"Hey," Rahne stood up and walked over to Kurt. "You smell different."
"You can smell me over the burnt crisp that was Roberto?" Kurt asked, his brow furrowing at the sight of Roberto sitting there, mouth agape and hair singed. Kurt had a sneaking suspicion that today would be a very interesting, and slightly frightening, day.
"You smell an awful lot like someone I know," Rahne continued suspiciously.
"Elf!" Logan's growl made Kurt cringe, positive that he was a dead man, or mutant, or elf, or whatever the hell he was considered. Logan began marching over the rumble of Scott's room, trying to get close enough so he could strangle Kurt with his own tail.
"She's right, you do smell different. You smell like Half Pint." The sound of his claws unsheathing could be heard. "Now tell me, why does it smell as though a certain Kitten crawled all over you?"
Kurt sputtered for a moment before a pseudo innocent voice interrupted the would be elf lynching.
"Um, I lent him my blanket last night."
Kurt looked over at the door way and was greeted by her clutching the blanket from last night. Her hair was wet from the shower she had just taken and her free hand played nervously with the dripping strands. She offered an innocent smile to Logan.
Logan cast one more withering look at Kurt and rubbed his temples. Casting a glance at the mess on the kitchen floor he took a deep breath and mumbled about not being paid enough.
"Since when am I so easily sniffed out?" Kitty asked the three mutants with advanced senses.
"Hey, that works fine for me," Kurt said with a wink.
"Watch it Elf," Logan threatened as he began making coffee.
"No, it's fine guys. Don't call Mr. McCoy or anything, I'm perfectly well. Just dandy," Roberto gasped out from the table before passing out.
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Lance stood in front of a very pissed off Kitty. Gulping, he knew he had crossed the line. He wasn't about to take it back though.
"Excuse me?" Kitty's voice had quickly transcended from preppy and sweet to a menacing growl that could almost rival Wolverines. 'She's been spending way too much time with that short dude,' Lance thought bitterly.
"Repeat it Lance." She demanded through her teeth.
Lance clenched his jaw. "I said that if I ever see that fuzzy freak hug you again then I'm going to shove his tail so far up his ass that he'll choke on it."
"You have no right Lance, to ever say that. We're done, we have been for a while now. I've tried standing up for you, I've tried being your girlfriend, hell I've even tried being your friend. But from this day forth I never want to see you again, unless your Avalanche and I'm Shadowcat and that's only so I can kick your ass." Kitty turned on her heel and slammed the door in Lances face. She knew that she could have simply phased into the kitchen, but the whole production of slamming things got her frustration across rather nicely. She stood fuming on the other side of the door, before taking notice that the kitchen was now clear of any evidence that Scott's room had had a cave in that morning. She also noted that Logan was sitting at the table, paper in hand and satisfaction on his face.
"So ya finally did it Half-pint?" Logan asked as he put down his paper.
"Ugh, it's been over a long time ago, I was just too dense to know it," she sighed.
"Well, Pun'kin, your heart was in the right place and his hands better not have been in the wrong place or he's dead..." Logan said, a slight growl came to his lips.
Kitty took the seat across from him and let out a sharp laugh.
"No way, I mean yea he pressured but that's why phasing comes in handy. He once had to beg me to unphase a feather from his forehead," she said, thinking back to the way Lance's eyes had gone big and crossed as he saw the feather invading his head.
"Way to handle yourself," Logan commended, feeling that he had trained her quite well.
"Why thank you Mr. Logan," Kitty replied, getting up to wash the apple she had just took from the basket on the table.
Rouge came stomping in a moment later, a rather pleased looking Remy in tow.
"Professor!" Rouge yelled. "We have a RAT problem!" After announcing that Rouge turned on her heel and left the room.
"Chere, so moody," Remy muttered.
"Can it swamp boy," was the yelled response.
"Remy?" Kitty asked, going slightly on the defensive. She'd met the guy a couple times, and fought him a few others but all in all she had found him fairly harmless, when he wasn't throwing those damn cards, and rather nice.
"Evening Chaton, Mr. Logan," Remy nodded to them both.
"What are you doing here bub? Have a message to deliver?" Logan asked, rising from his seat.
"No Logan, rather he's decided to join our team," the Professor's voice called telepathically to them.
"That's like so unexpected," Kitty said taking a bite of her apple.
Scott entered the room and an instant scowl became present on his face.
"Non Ami, I come in peace," Remy said, his hands held out in front of him in a gesture of cordial friendliness.
Logan chuckled and leaned back, leaving the two to their devices.
"Yea right," the sound of Scott's blasts followed after and blew the back door off. However Scott was rather surprised to see a very intact, and equally confused Remy still in front of him.
"Scott, the Professor said he's joining us," Kitty said as she phased herself through Remy and picked up her apple which had been the only victim of Scott's wrath. She sighed as she tossed it into the trash. "And would you like stop destroying the kitchen," Kitty added as she gestured toward the now nonexistent kitchen ceiling and back door.
"Hey, that ferret has rabies! And Logan's underwear!" This in turn earned a scowl from Logan.
"Personal business Shades."
"Kitty, Remy is rooming with Kurt, could you show him the way?" The Professor's voice spoke to them once more, a slight chuckle seeping through.
Kitty motioned for Remy to follow her and began to leave the kitchen, though Remy was abruptly stopped by Logan.
"Watch yourself around here, we wouldn't want any accidents in the danger room," Logan said in a low growl.
"Hey, are you coming?" Kitty's half phased torso asked from the wall.
Remy nodded and picked up his bags. He followed, glancing around the mansion.
Kitty was walking up the steps, babbling on about how much Remy would love the institute and what to expect here. Remy found that if he simply nodded and smiled then Kitty would take this as an acceptable response, flash her own sweet smile and tackle another topic.
"My day to cook used to be Thursdays, but that didn't last too long. Miss Monroe told me it was because I'm vegetarian and forcing the others to go sans meat wasn't fair, but I know it's cause I'm just a really awful cook," Kitty said with a giggle.
At that moment a bamf was heard and a cloud of smoke surrounded them.
A blue furred, fanged and tailed boy appeared. He immediately put himself between Kitty and Remy, fangs barred and tail whipping furiously. Remy wasn't sure but he believed the boys name to be Kurt. Remy rolled his demon eyes, knowing that this was going to be a long day.
"Katzchen, are you all right?"
"Course I am Fuzzy, oh and by the way, say hi to your new roomie," Kitty chimed. "You like, can't go six feet without being attacked, can you Remy?" she asked.
"Vat is he doing here?" Kurt asked, relaxing his posture when he heard Kitty's light tone.
"Joining us," Scott said gruffly as he passed the three, mumbling about wild rodents and sleeping with the enemy.
"And you're my roommate?" Kurt asked, still a little uneasy.
"That I am, Petite was just showing me to the room," Remy answered, nodding to Kitty, who had stopped Scott and was asking him (or more like begging with lots of puppy eyes) if a trip was at all possible this summer.
Kurt raised his eyebrows at this. "Then let me come with you," he said, his fur bristling slightly.
"You two done with introductions?" Kitty asked as she began walking again.
Along their way many things encountered them. The scenes that greeted them reminded Remy of what it would be like if Willy Wonka met Jackass at a Blue Man Group concert.
Jubilee was chasing after Bobby and Sam, yelling something about making fireworks go off in their empty heads as Rahne pranced around in full wolf form, Roberto's favorite shirt in her mouth. Five Jamie's were running and tripping over themselves in an attempt to get away from Roberto and Ray, who were cursing about kidnapped briefs and boxers.
"I don't where know he is! He escaped from his cage!" The Jamie at the head of the pack yelled as the others agreed wholeheartedly.
"Umm...It's usually not like this.." Kitty gestured at the chaos around them, trying to be a good hostess.
"She's right, it's usually a lot worse," Kurt chuckled, dodging a fallen Jamie who has yelling at his identical companions to save themselves.
"I'm sure I'll get used to it," Remy replied, watching the two in front of him. Kurt's tail had managed to pull the hairband from Kitty's hair, so now the long chestnut hair bounced freely.
"Kurt," Kitty giggled, swatting at the tail. "So uncalled for."
"Leibling, don't I look good with my hair like this?" Kurt asked dramatically as he pulled his hair into a bun with Kitty's captured hairband.
Kitty cocked her eyebrow and shook her head, "No Fuzzy, now can I have it back?"
Kurt sighed and began trying to pull it out.
"Oh, here's your room Remy," Kitty said, leading them through a door, having enough courtesy to open it then just phase through it.
Remy was greeted by a high ceilinged room with French doors leading out to a balcony. Two beds and dresser's occupied the space and Remy set his stuff on the empty side.
Kitty sat down on Kurt's bed, smoothing out the pillow.
"I'm so jealous of you guys, that view is incredible," Kitty said, nodding to the picturesque sight from the balcony.
"It is," Remy agreed, feeling that he could get used to living here.
"Um Kitty?" Kurt's guilty voice pulled them both back from the view. "This verdammt's thing is stuck."
"Kurt," Kitty sighed rolling her eyes, gesturing him to sit on the floor in front of her. She began trying to extract her hairtye from Kurt's dark blue hair.
"Hold still," she muttered, pulling slightly on his hair.
"Ow, that hurts," Kurt mumbled. A few minutes passed silently, save for an occasional yelp from Kurt, while Remy pulled out a few things from his bag.
Kitty throw her hands up in frustration.
"Only one solution, I have to phase it out, either that or cut your hair."
"Ach, stupid hair things. See Kitty, this is why you should just keep your hair down," Kurt said hopefully. Remy sat down on his own bed and chuckled at the two.
"Keep still Fuzzbutt or I'm gonna end up phasing out half your hair!" Kitty warned. With one final tug she emerged triumphantly, holding her hairtye.
"Danke Katzchen," Kurt said, rubbing his scalp.
"Sure thing, I'll let you get situated," She said to Remy. "Dinner's in like thirty minutes."
"Thank you Chaton," Remy nodded to her as she phased through the floor.
"So does she do that often?" Remy asked as he looked at the spot she sank into.
"Ja, doors and walls don't really exist to her. I believe it's safe to say that she's seen everyone who lives here in their underwear at least once, and that's including Logan," Kurt laughed as he hopped up onto his bed.
"And Petite lived to tell the tale, I'm impressed," Remy chuckled.
"Ja, believe it or not but Logan has a soft spot for all the kids here, particularly Kitty," Kurt said.
"I've noticed he's not the only one,' Remy muttered, but knew he was heard.
"I guess you're right, everyone has a soft spot for her. Even Rouge," Kurt replied, knowing what Remy was getting at but trying to avoid the subject.
"Well, if there's hope for Chaton, there's hope for me," Remy said smiling slightly.
Kurt froze and turned. "Did I mention Rouge ist mein scwester?"
"I had no idea," Remy said, only slightly uncomfortable, feeling that he could use this to his advantage.
"So what's going on between you and Chaton?" Remy asked, getting to the point.
"Katzchen?" Kurt shrugged, uncomfortable with talking about such a complicated and personal subject to someone who had been regarded as an enemy until very recently. "She's mein Fruend." Kurt replied, shrugging and hoping to come across as casual.
"Uh huh, seems like it," Remy said, smirking a bit.
Kurt let the topic go and began talking about where to find everything and such.
"The boys bathroom's down the hall. Miss Monroe and almost all the girls are incredibly clean, so they make us clean it once a week, we do our own laundry too, and we have danger room sessions at least every other day. And I have to admit that sometimes I talk in my sleep, but it's mostly in German. Oh and on occasion I don't sleep in this room," Kurt said, as he began to fold his own freshly laundered clothes and put them away.
Remy looked confused at this statement. "Do you have an amie with whom you spend nights with?"
Kurt was thankful for his extensive knowledge in quite a few languages, though in French he only knew a few bits and drabbles. Rooming with Remy would be much more simple with this lingual knowledge.
"Nein, I sometimes sleep in a guest bedroom," Kurt replied.
" Pourquoi?" Remy asked, lounging himself on his bed. He was eager to get to know everyone at the institute, and Rouge's brother and best friend seemed to be a good place to start.
"The room is right below Kitty and Rouge's bedroom. Sometimes when Kitty has a nightmare she phases, which can be dangerous because if she doesn't wake up in time she can fall into the earth and suffocate. So I rearranged that room so the bed is directly below Kitty's and I'll wake up when she falls through me," Kurt replied, a noticeable blush beneath his fur. Remy seemed nice enough, and harmless enough, telling him a little bit about the personal stuff couldn't hurt. Only a little bit though.
"What if you're wrong and she has a nightmare when you're not there?" Remy asked.
"Hasn't happened yet, and I doubt that it will happen. I just know when Kitty will have a nightmare," Kurt replied in a casual way.
Remy nodded, very impressed. "She's a sweet girl, very pretty too." Remy commented, though upon seeing Kurt's raised eyebrows quickly added. "But not my type, I prefer a girl's with a little more tragedy and edge. A challenge." The image of the girl of Remy's dream came to mind, and the knowledge that she was in the same house brought a smile to his lips.
"Like mein schwester?" Kurt asked, in a not too friendly, but not threatening way. Kurt's cell phone interrupted their conversations.
"Hello..." Kurt answered. "Amanda, hey... Tonight? Nein, I don't think so... I'm sorry, but I want to relax tonight....No, I did not mean that being with you isn't relaxing... Amanda, that's just ridiculous...Just not tonight, okay?... Ja, fine, bye," With a sigh Kurt hung up his phone.
"Now was that your amie?" Remy asked.
"Ja," Kurt answered, shaking his head slightly.
Remy stood up and walked over to the nightstand next to Kurt's queen sized bed. He picked up the only picture on it, which was of him and Kitty sitting against a tree trunk in autumn, leaves falling around them and perfect smiles on their faces. Kitty sat on Kurt's lap, his tail and arms around her waist. The blue of Kurt's fur lit up Kitty's own blue eyes and their cheeks were pressed together.
Remy placed the picture down and began to realize that maybe Kurt and Kitty's relationship was almost as challenging as his and Rouge's.
There's chapter two, thank you for reading! Oh, I really suck at writing accents so if anyone has suggestions on Kurt's, Remy's and Rouge's accents then please let me know! And also, I'm having a bit of trouble with the whole Remy and Rouge relationship. I know where I want to go, but am having a bit of trouble getting started so if you have any advice, it's be greatly appreciated.