Author's Note: And here is a follow-up chapter! Sorry if the title is kind of lame, but it seemed fitting in my head.

Rogue slowly woke up with a grunt to the sound of her cell phone vibrating. She sat up in bed and picked up the phone. Who on Earth could be calling her at this hour?

"Hello?"

"He proposed!"

The formerly untouchable woman jumped at the shriek, holding her phone at arm's length.

"Kitty!" Rogue said in a harsh whisper after she had put the phone back to her ear. "D'ya realize it's after midnahght here? Why'd ya hafta wake me up?"

"I'm sorry, I just had to tell someone!" Kitty sounded beyond excited. "Kurt proposed to me tonight!"

"Wait, wait, wait—what?" Rogue was fully awake now. "Kurt proposed? As in, he asked ya if ya would marry him?"

"Yes, he did!" Kitty exclaimed. "Kurt got my dad's permission and everything—I was wondering what they'd been talking about this afternoon—and of course, I said yes, and..."

By now, Rogue was only paying half attention as Kitty happily chattered about Kurt's proposal. She stared out into space, slightly stunned. All she could think of was the fact that Kurt—her little brother—had proposed to her best friend.

Not that this should have come as much of a surprise; if Rogue was honest with herself, she would admit that it had been a long time coming.

So if Kurt finally getting the guts to pop the question to Kitty wasn't supposed to be a very shocking thing, why did Rogue suddenly feel...upset?

She already knew the answer. It was because Kurt was her brother, and she was simply an overprotective sister who didn't want to let go.

Rogue and Kurt weren't related by blood, and they hadn't met until they were in their mid to late teens, but that didn't matter. Even before they discovered they were adopted siblings, Rogue had always thought of Kurt as a younger brother. He was the guy who loved jokes and goofing off, who went out of his way to lighten the mood in a tense situation, who was always smiling in spite of the insecurities he had.

Of course, in a way, Kurt still was all those things: still lighthearted, still smiling. But Rogue also knew her little brother was growing up, whether she liked it or not.

"Rogue?" Kitty's voice, now sounding hesitant, broke her out of her thoughts. "You're okay with me marrying Kurt, right? I mean, he is your brother and all."

Rogue momentarily paused. "Well, when it comes tah choosin' a wife, Ah think Kurt could've done a whole lot worse."

Kitty laughed. "I take it you approve of me then?"

"Ah suppose so." A girl's gotta let her brother go sometahme, Rogue thought. "But word of advahce: ya hurt mah brother, Ah drain ya dry."

"And just for the record, I'd let you do it, too."

"As ya should!" Rogue declared.

After Rogue had exchanged goodnights with Kitty, she hung up the phone and tried to go back to sleep, feeling a little better than she had earlier.

Kitty may be the one "stealing" Kurt, but when it came right down to it, Rogue knew her little brother would be taken care of.