Alright, chapter 2! I am having so much fun with this fic! For anyone confused by the first chapter, this is a Kurtcentric fic. Once again, if my German or its translation is wrong, let me know via messaging. Thanks!

Thanks again to dvid0703 for his help on the German portion of the fic. dvid0703, let me know if something is still wrong. Thank you so much for your help!

Diclaimer: Don't own anything x-men ecept the dvds I bought at the store

Warnings: mild language, violence in later chapters

"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."

-William Blake

"Aaaahhhhhh!" screamed Kurt as he through a framed photo of the team at his reflection in his mirror, smashing both objects into a thousand pieces. "Verdammen! (1)" He threw another frame.

Why were they doing this to him? He didn't want to have everyone so angry at him! He didn't want to abandon his friends when the needed him most, but he was afraid. He was such a coward! Why was he putting himself before his friends?!

Because you know they won't have as harch of repercussions as you will.

'But they are meine Freunde, they should come first. They are meine teammates; I am supposed to stand by them through thick and thin.'

And if it happens again, do you think they will come to your aid?

'Yes, of course they would!'

Do you truly believe that?

'…yes, natürlich (2)…'

You can't lie to me, Kurt, I know you. Verflixt (3), I am you! There is that part of you that remembers the way they looked at you the first time they saw you, the part that still notices that glint of repulsion and fear that shows in their eyes each time they look at you. You are scared that if it happens again, they won't help you.

'They wouldn't do that to me!'

But you are not sure, and that, mein freund, is what scares you to your very core.

Kurt had to admit that it was true. He knew they were his friends and that they would always be there for him, but he was afraid. He was afraid not only of what would happen if they didn't help him, but more so of what would happen to them if they did. He didn't want them to suffer because the helped him. The easiest way to save everyone was to hide what he was.

Unfortunately, the words that Kitty has said that night changed his view of his friends. He had always wondered if his friends saw him as different, if they carried any negative thoughts toward him, and she confirmed that they did. He didn't think his friends could ever think of him as a demonic monster, but now he didn't know what to believe and it frustrated him immensely.

He picked up one of the pictures from its broken frame and looked t it. He and Evan were in front with their arms around each other's shoulders. Evan was laughing hysterically at a surprised looking fuzzy blue elf with Kitty phasing through his chest up to her shoulders. 

The professor sat behind them smiling, and Scott stood behind him with his hand resting on Jean's shoulder. Hank was to one side of the picture smiling at Kurt and Kitty, while Rogue was on the other side with her arms crossed and her eyes in mid roll. Storm and Logan were on either side of Scott and Jean; Logan looking annoyed that he had to be in the picture and Storm looking somewhat flustered that the kids were acting this way.

He loved that photo because it showed everyone's personality perfectly. Now, it only made him sad. The friends he knew in that picture were no more, now the hate-filled words that were exchanged that night were the only thing he could think of. On word in particular haunted every thought.

DEMON!

His eyes began to tear again, but this time instead of fighting them, he teleported to his bed, pulled the blankets over his head, curled into a ball and allowed the heart breaking sobs to wrack his slender form. After about ten minutes, his cries began to fade and he heard a knock on the door.

"Lass mich! (4)" he yelled. "Go away!"

"Kurt," Kitty yelled from the other side of the door. She knew he was upset because of all the German he was using today. "Come on, let me in. Please?"

"No."

"Kurt, you know a door won't stop me," she yelled.

"Kitty, I don't think going in there without his permission is going to make this any better," said Scott.

"I don't care," she said as she started to phase through the door, "he needs to talk to us." Before anyone could fight her on it, she went through the door.

She found herself in a room unknown to her. Kurt's room had always been clean; he took care of it since it was the first room he could truly call his own, but this one looked like the Brotherhood had visited. Pictures and shattered picture frames were everywhere. His mirror was broken as was a lamp. All of Kurt's bedding minus a blanket was on the floor, and right in front of Kitty's feet laid Kurt's holo-watch, completely demolished. His patio doors were shut; they were never shut unless it was winter or raining.

She spotted the large lump on the bed which could only be Kurt hiding under the covers. She walked over and sat on the edge or the bed nearest the balcony doors. If she knew her best friend, he was facing so he could see the setting sun, his favorite time of day.

"Kurt," she said gently as she began to pull down the covers, "I'm sorry about…," but before she could finish, she felt something wrap around her ankle, felt a large yank and smelt sulfur before she realized she was on the floor in the hallway with a very angry looking blue elf glaring at her with bared teeth and tearing eyes.

He was so angry! English completely escaped his grasp so he yelled the only way he knew how. "Was machst du, Kätzchen?" he yelled, his words flying quickly from his mouth. "Ich sagte dir, bleib außen. Warum kannst du nicht zuhören? Ich dachte du willst mich fern von dir, ein Dämon und alle seiend. Ich will nicht mit Ihnen sprechen! Ich will nicht Ihre Entschuldigungen hören! Aufenthalt aus meinem Zimmer und weg von mir, Du arglistiges Mädchen! (5)"

"What the hell, Wagner," she yelled getting to her feet and purposely emphasizing the 'w' as she knew he hated it when people said his name that way. "Speak English!"

"STAY! OUT! OF! MY! LIFE!" screamed Kurt, his voice cracking and tears sliding down his soft fur, dripping off the end of his chin. He tail slashed the air violently, yet smoothly like a cobra attacking its prey. He stomped his way back to his door and opened it with his tail. He went inside, turned around and yelled, "And it's Vagner! VAGNER!"

With that he slammed his door, leaving his 'friends' outside his door even more confused then when they came. "Well, that went well," said Evan. "What did you do, Kitty, insult his mom?"

"No, the jerk just, like, kicked me out!"

"That's why I said we should wait," said Scott.

"Kitty, if someone had said something like you said at dinner to you, would you want to talk to them right now?" asked Jean.

"No," she said sadly, "I guess not."

They heard a soft thump and the sound of Kurt's back sliding down the door. They all fell silent as his quiet sobs were heard through the door. "Ich bin nicht ein Ungeheuer. Ich bin nicht ein Dämon."

They could hear him repeat the mantra over and over again. "I wish we knew what he was saying," said Evan.

"He's saying 'I'm not a monster. I'm not a demon,'" said Rogue sadly.

"Wait, you know German?" asked Bobby.

"A little, from when I touched Kurt when I met him."

"So, like, what was he saying earlier? You know, to me and at dinner?" asked Kitty.

"I don't know," sighed Rogue. "He was just talking so fast and it has been a while since I've used his memories. Like everyone else, if I don't use something I know, it fades away. Sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry, Rogue," said Scott. "Hey guys, why don't we let Kurt think for the night and try again tomorrow." There was a unanimous groan from the group, but they all went their separate ways. Thank God tomorrow was Saturday.

One more step in the life of Kurt, will his friends be able to reconnect with him and regain his trust? Guess you'll just have to read on to see.

Translations

1. Damn it!

2. Of course

3. Hell

4. Leave me

5. What are you doing, Kitty? I told you to stay out! Why can't you listen? I would think you would want me away from you, me being a demon and all. I don't want to talk to you! I don't want to hear your excuses! Stay out of my room and away from me, you deceitful girl!