Pretending

...Wow. Sorry I haven't updated this in forever. But it doesn't look like many people are reading it here anyway... BUT! I updated now, so. xD Hope you still like it, if you're still reading?

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Scott woke slowly to warmth and his arms wrapped around a warm body. He frowned a little trying to remember just who - ah yes. He smiled sleepily, arms tightening a little and wriggled his face into the back of Kurt’s neck until his nose bumped against soft skin, wrinkling it a little at the ticklish hairs but unwilling to move... right up until his stomach made its presence known and gurgled loudly.

"Damn," he whispered against Kurt’s skin.

Kurt turned around and laughed softly, having been awake for a while but not wanting to wake Scott up or just move himself really. "Told you that you should eat more," he whispered with a wink before gently kissing him.

"I had a mouthful, plus one solitary fry," Scott mumbled, sleepily returning the kiss, cracking one eye open behind his glasses, and unable to stop a smile as Kurt winked at him. "Besides its all your fault anyway." He yawned widely.

"Oh, is it now?" he asked as he stretched lazily. He winced as a muted pain flared up at the base of his spine. "If I remember correctly, it takes two to tango."

"Depends on the kind of tango you're doing," Scott shot back absent mindedly, frowning as he noticed the wince. "Are you alright?" he asked in concerned tones, biting his lower lip as he blushed. "I, um, didn't mean to be quite so rough."

He smiled gently and curled up next to him again, planting a small kiss on his lips. "I'm fine," he said then added with a grin, his voice taking on a purr-like sound, "It was wunderbar."

Scott’s frown fell away at the compliment, a silly grin returning.

"It was great," He agreed, wrapping his arm round Kurt’s waist and drawing him closer. "Up for round two?" He whispered in Kurt’s ear, nibbling the delicate point gently before his stomach growled again. He sighed and let his head collapse back on the pillow.

"Mood killer," he accused his traitorous stomach.

Kurt’s smile widened and he laughed before placing a kiss to his forehead. He extracted himself from Scott's embrace and crawled off the bed. His face turned sour, though, when he noticed their semen had matted down his fur in some places. He sighed heavily before gathering some fresh clothes and a towel. "I'm going to shower. You can help yourself to cold Gut Bomb if you'd like. Or, you know, go down and see what's for dinner or if we missed it," he said, before blowing an exaggerated kiss at him and 'porting to the bathroom.

Scott stretched and sat up, sliding out of bed and wrinkling his nose at the mess on himself. He looked round for something to use as a quick fix and shrugged, using his already dirty shirt before standing up and throwing on his jeans.

Kurt smiled and hummed to himself as he finished drying himself off-- oh what would he do without electric hair blowers? He pulled on his clean clothes and ran a tridactyl hand through his hair to press it down more. Still humming, he left the bathroom, carrying his things back to his room.

Rogue had her hand raised to tap on Kurt’s door when she spotted her brother walking down the hallway.

"There ya are!" She said in an exasperated voice. "Where have you been?" She asked, folding her arms irritably.

His smile faultered for just a second before widening even more. "Just taking a shower," he said as he stopped next to her. "Why? You need something?" He didn't want to open his bedroom door with her there, sure the mess from their love-making was still present.

"Showerin’? At this time of day?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and totally ignoring his questions. "We called an' called you for dinner, y'must have heard us?" She asked before seeming to remember something. "Oh an' we can't find Kitty either, any idea where she might be?"

He blushed a little, thankful again that his fur hid it. "No... I saw her earlier, but then she just rushed off," he said.

Rogues eyes narrowed a little. There was something... weird in Kurt’s tone of voice, something different.

"Right," She said slowly, nodding a little. "Well, ya missed dinner, want ah should bring you somethin' up? There's plenty of leftovers... if Summers hasn't eaten them all by now."

His smile widened into a grin and he laughed. "He probably has," he said. "But, ja, if you would do that, I'd love you forever."

"Alright, what the hell is wrong with you?" Rogue asked, curiosity breaking out. Kurt was usually upbeat but not this upbeat; this was close to scary. "Why are you so... so... happy?" She narrowed her eyes looking at him. "You're not takin' drugs, are ya?"

Kurt blinked, expression turning confused. "Um, no? Why would I take drugs? I've had enough in painkillers to last me for a good long while, thanks."

"Then what’s with the big dopey grin? An' don't think ah didn't notice you hummin' while you were walkin’ down the hall back then," She said suspiciously. "Just what's put you in such a good mood?"

Kurt blushed again and chewed at his lower lip absently, shaking his head. "Nothing... I just... I spent time with Scott, that's all."

"What? But he's in the kitchen stuffin’ himself with... with..." She looked at Kurt for a moment. "Oh, Lord no," She cringed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The grin, the hummin', the not hangin’ round, Summers stuffin’ himself when he doesn't eat, you've been in the showers..." She shook her head.

Kurt blinked and put on a small smile. He shifted his weight onto his other leg, feeling awkward. He didn't want her to explode at him in the hallway, but knew that if he took her into his room it would just confirm any suspicions she might have. So he just stood there.

"Well?" She asked, folding her arms and fighting back her temper, saving it for later; saving it for Scott. "Aren't you gonna say anythin’?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, trying very hard not to think.

Kurt eyes flicked around nervously. "Um... You look nice today?" he tried, putting on a cheesy grin. So he wasn't good at lying or covering things. He knew that.

She merely stared at him, blinking slowly as she tried to decide whether or not it would actually be a good idea to explode at him or not.

"Did he hurt you?" She asked eventually, trying to inject some temper into her voice and surprised to hear it come out gentle. "Or... force you?"

He blinked then shook his head slowly. "No, Rogue. Well, it... yeah, it hurt, but... it does until... until it gets better." He flushed, wondering if what he would have said a couple weeks ago if someone told him he'd be talking to Rogue about sex with Scott. Laugh probably.

He smiled, though, and continued. "And no. He didn't. He wouldn't. He gave me plenty of opportunities to get away."

Rogue blushed, covering her ears and looking at the ceiling.

"Way, way too much information Kurt; a simple 'no' would have done," She said in reply to the first part, letting her hands drop as she looked at him. "So I suppose this means I can't go all Armageddon on Scott then?" She asked, almost teasingly.

His blush deepened but he grinned and shook his head again. "Nope. You're not allowed to. Especially unless you want those memories in your mind," he said, teasing right back.

"Shut up!" Rogue said desperately. "My brother doesn't do those kinds of things! He's totally innocent, lalala," She murmured to herself trying hard not to think before punching his shoulder playfully. "Are ya comin’ for somethin’ to eat or what?"

Kurt laughed, absently rubbing where she hit. He stuck out his tongue at her before quickly just throwing his things into his room. He grinned and then offered his arm to Rogue, waiting for her to grab it before 'porting down into the kitchen.

Scott looked up, sitting at the breakfast bar with a large plate of leftovers in front of him. He grinned seeing Kurt, looking warily at Rogue, before gesturing to his plate.

"Erf hehe weft," He mumbled round a mouthful.

Rogue looked at him, nose wrinkling in disgust as she let go of Kurt’s arm.

"Ah think he said help yourself," She said skeptically, holding back a barrage of insults that wanted to pour forth. She looked at Kurt. "Ya gonna be okay?" she asked. "Not like ah care or anythin'."

He rose an eyebrow and rolled his eyes a little. "I'm fine Rogue," he said then let go and sat down on a chair across from Scott, grabbing a chicken wing.

Rogue rolled her eyes skywards as Scott grinned at Kurt. Reaching over the counter she grabbed Scott by the front of his shirt, not hard, just enough to get his attention.

"If y'all are havin' sex now, just use plenty of lube 'cos if ah find out you've hurt him, ah will cut off anythin' that sticks out. Got it?" She asked, her tone almost pleasant.

Scott nodded, slapping her hand away. "Contrary to popular opinion, I don't actually want to hurt him," he snapped back.

Rogue narrowed her eyes. "Hm. Later Kurt," She waved before heading out the kitchen.

"Has your sister always been that weird?" Scott asked, shaking his head.

Kurt rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, letting out a soft groan. He leaned back in the chair and glanced over at Scott. "Hey-- I've known her as long as you have. Don't ask me."

Scott shrugged one shoulder, turning back to his food.

"She's your sister though," He said, smiling a little as he teased. "Maybe weirdness runs in the family?"

"Well, yeah. But that still doesn't explain her," he said, smirking a little.

"Maybe she's a throwback?" He smiled before shaking his head, realizing that this was her brother he was talking too. "Sorry" He murmured, trying to get rid of his smile.

He sighed and put down the chicken to place his hand on Scott's. "Let's just talk about something else?"

Scott smiled and nodded, winding his fingers in between Kurt’s and squeezing gently.

"So when are you going to come back into Logan’s training sessions?" He asked, genuinely curious, before he sat back and stretched, utterly content.

He frowned a little, giving a small shrug. "I don't know. Maybe another week or two? I still kinda miss 'em, you know? Even just for the fact I feel so behind and--"

"Oh, don't worry," Scott interrupted, squeezing his hand once again. "Logan’s been talking about extra special double shift sessions to get you back in shape," He half smiled. "I still can't quite believe that you miss them... You do remember the sweat? The muscle pain?"

He laughed, putting on a smile. "Yeah. But it's something you get used to after a while. I don't know."

Scott tugged Kurt’s chair across a little, until it clicked against his own, pulling Kurt into a one armed hug, kissing the top of his head.

"I think what you miss, what you really miss... is being part of a team," He said softly.

Kurt sighed again and closed his eyes, relaxing against Scott a little. "Yeah... I just... I feel so different now. So... detached," he whispered, swallowing passed the forming knot in his throat.

"Detached?" Scott asked with a small frown, still cradling the smaller boy. "Well... you are different, Kurt," He said softly, the jumble of worry and fear he usually hid from his new lover starting to show in his voice. "But not in a bad way," He added hastily.

He managed a small smile. "I know, but I... I'm not talking about that. You know what I mean-- what I'm talking about, Scott."

Scott pulled away, lookin down at Kurt with a frown. "Yes... I know..." He said quietly, not entirely sure what Kurt wanted him to say. "I don't think the others..." He bit his lower lip and shrugged helplessly.

"I know they don't know, but... that doesn't change it. It still happened. And I... feel separated from everything now," he said, rambling a little.

Scott rubbed gentle circles on Kurt’s back, maybe this was something that he needed to do. "Everything?" He prompted gently. "You're still one of us, Kurt, just... one of us with different... experiences..." He said, closing his eyes behind his glasses and wishing he could think of a better way to word it.

Kurt pushed back a forming panic attack and reached over to cling at Scott. "I know..." he muttered.

Scott hushed him, holding Kurt in a tight safe embrace. "No one's ever gonna do that to you again, Kurt," He promised in a fierce whisper, "I won't let them. We still love you, Kurt, no matter what... You'll always be part of us no matter what happens to you or us."

He buried his face into Scott's neck, trying his best to keep the tears and flashes and memories of dirty whispers away. After a couple minutes he sniffed and pulled away with a mumbled apology.

Scott reached out, pulling Kurt to him once more and kissing his cheek softly, not sure that now was a good time for a real kiss.

"Don't ever say that again about what you went through," He murmured, wishing he could look into Kurt’s eyes properly. "You couldn't do anything about what happened and there's nothing wrong with the things you're feeling now," He said, hearing the authoritive tone in his voice.

Kurt blinked and stared at him before glancing down. "I know... I just feel like... like I should've been able to do something..."

Scott sighed, reaching out to gently lift Kurt’s chin with his knuckle. "That bastard can give Logan a few hard knocks on a bad day... You're not exactly as wide or well built as Logan either," He said softly, shaking his head. "You can’t blame yourself Kurt."

Kurt sighed heavily and stared up into his glasses, not saying anything before finally uttering, "You know... I always thought it was stupid when Taryn would comment about wanting to know your eye color. But..." He smiled a little and reached up to grab the hand at his chin. "Do you remember what color they are?"

Scott smiled - trying to force away a hint of sadness - and sighed as he shook his head a little, squeezing Kurt’s fingers gently. "I think... I think they were green." He shrugged one shoulder before smiling a little. "That was a shift of subject," He murmured curiously.

He smiled, giving a shrug of his own. "I like green. Sometimes I get a little tired of blue," he said, joking and putting on a grin.

"Tired of blue?" Scott asked, grinning back. "How could anyone do such a thing?" He asked before his smile fell away, using his fingertips to brush Kurt’s hair back behind his ear.

"Alright?" He asked gently.

His grin fell back into an easy smile and he nodded. "I think so. For now at least," he said. His stomach churned a little-- mixture from hunger and something else. He pushed back words that wanted to jump from his tongue and just turned his head to kiss Scott's hand before moving away and picking up the chicken again.

"Well you can't be that bad," Scott said, his appetite suddenly gone as guilt chewed at him on the inside. He didn't let it show, sitting back as he watched Kurt. "You're still eating after all," he teased.

He stuck out his tongue at him before taking a bite of the food. "Hey, you take a lot out of me," he said, winking.

"You started it," Scott shot back automatically, smiling a little and feeling marvelously lucky.

He laughed, the earlier conversation moving to the back of his mind again. "If you ate more..."

"If you ate less..." He stuck his tongue out. "Actually, if you ate less, there'd probably be some much more interesting things we could get up to," He mused out loud, pretending to look thoughtful.

His eyebrows rose up, his lips quavering as he tried to old back a smile and laughter. "And what do you mean?"

"Ooh, I don't know," Scott said, pursing his lips against a smile of his own, unable to look at Kurt for fear of laughing. "Homework, watching paint dry, golf... all sorts of entertaining things."

"Oh, ja," Kurt said rolling his eyes. "So much more fun. Though I'm sure if we started watching golf, we'd be examined." He smirked, still trying not to laugh.

"Kinky, Kurt, I never knew you liked playing doctors and nurses," Scott laughed softly as he finally looked at his lover. "Oh god if I ever start watching golf, please shoot me," He half begged.

He snorted, finally letting out a chuckle. "Don't worry-- I will. Maybe I'll sic Rogue on you. She'd be glad to do it, I'm sure."

Scott stuck his tongue out. "That right there? That was mean," He mock groused, folding his arms, "and totally unnecessary."

Kurt grinned and leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'll just have to make up for it, won't I?" he asked with a wink then got up, grabbing another chicken wing and started walking out of the kitchen.

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After the weekend was over it was back to school, which was never really an exciting thing. Kurt sat in his desk, absently tapping the pencil on his note paper as he tuned out the teacher.

A seat or two behind him, Todd watched Kurt with narrowed eyes, trying to get to grips with the guilt that rolled around in his stomach. It had been there since he'd been forced to speak to Tabby and now it had bloomed at the sight of the other boy. He groaned and scribbled Sorry. For being an ass. hastily on a scrap piece of paper. He screwed it up and aimed for Kurt’s desk, wincing when it bounced off the back of Kurt’s head before landing.

Kurt blinked and lifted his head from his hand where it was resting, quickly glancing around before picking up the note. He frowned a little when he read it and glanced back at Todd, raising an eyebrow.

Todd prayed to anyone who was listening that the blush didn't show as Kurt turned to look at him. He shrugged one shoulder and nodded a little, trying to get across that he really meant it without having to say it out loud.

He smiled and looked back at the note, adding to it.

It's okay. Um... wanna have lunch with us? I'll make them behave (;

He glanced up at the teacher and made sure she had her back turned before tossing it back to Todd.

Todd caught the paper before he was even aware of it flying towards him. He unruffled it and felt himself grin hugely before writing back;

Not that I didn't enjoy it, fuzz butt, I live to make your life hell. :P Lunch with the X-geeks? What you want Lance to turn me into chewy Toad chunks or what?! This time he purposefully aimed for the back of his head.

He rolled his eyes and mock-glared at Toad, opening the note and reading it again. His lips twitched into a smirk. He picked up his pencil again.

But of course you do, slime wart. And you think Rockhead doesn't want to look for any excuse to sit with Kitty at lunch? Come on dude! He'll owe you actually.

He tossed it back at Toad, trying to hit him too.

Toad had been to busy wondering if it was his note that had made Kurt smile to notice it flying back at him. It bounced off his forehead and up into the air. He caught it, clutching it to his chest and freezing as he glanced at the teacher before reading and scribbling.

You write like a girl, drain clogger... Why should I care that Lance owes me one? I don't wanna have to fight off one eye AND your so called sister, at the same time... Lance'd be happy to sit with ShadowFatCat on his own... Thanx for the offer though, yeah.

Kurt had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep in his laughter at the look on Todd's face. When he got the note back, his smile fell a little.

Well at least you can READ it without staring for five minutes to figure out one letter. Hah. But you sure? I swear they won't do anything. They know we have a truce for now. Plus they owe you too, if I'm worth anything.

He frowned a little and crossed out the last sentence before tossing it back once again.

Todd caught it carefully, smiling a little and shaking his head before he scribbled.

I'd tell you to get fucked if it didn't seem redundant. Truce? When did I agree to a truce? He thought for a moment, chewing on the end of his pen. I'll come if you let me steal some fries.

His smile widened a bit again as he read it.

When you started caring about the fuzzy dude. Admit it (; Haha jk... rowling! Okay. That was lame. Even for me. But hey-- I'll buy you a lunch if you want. You're malnourished enough as it is. Plus I can get a lunch out of Scott I'm sure.

Toad's jaw dropped as he read the note and cringed inwardly as he started to blush before writing so fast that he almost tore the paper.

Care? CARE? Who the hell said that? I just wanna make sure you're okay. He paused before scoring a line through the last sentence. Lame? Dude that was so lame it was crippled and thanx but nah, I don't wanna owe you anythin' but I WILL steal your fries.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the mess on the paper but inwardly shrugged.

Alright if you're sure. We'll just be sitting at the normal table kay?

He threw it back before turning his attention back to the teacher again.

"Mr. Tolensky! See me after class!" The teacher called at the exact same moment Todd caught the paper. Toad groaned and let his forehead rather heavily meet his desk.

"This had better be worth it, Wagner," He groaned.

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Lunchtime rolled round and Todd entered the lunch hall with a weird mix of nerves and something approaching joy. Unsure of what to do, he nervously rubbed his hands on his jeans and headed over to the table where the X-Geeks usually sat.

Kurt thankfully spotted him first and grinned, waving him over. He just hoped that his friends would live up to his expectations and at least put up with Todd during lunch.

Todd swallowed hard, smiling back at Kurt nervously as he weaved his way over. "Er, hey," he waved one hand awkwardly as he stood beside the table.

"What the hell do you want, Slimeball?" Rogue asked moodily.

Kurt sat back down, grabbing Todd's wrist and dragging him down to sit too-- though sure to still have room on his other side for Scott. He shot a small glare at Rogue. "I invited him to sit here today."

Rogue looked at Kurt with her mouth open. "Yeah. Right," She murmured. "What the hell for?"

Todd tried not to notice just how close to Kurt he was sitting, glaring at the table. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," He murmured, almost under his breath.

He sighed and pushed his tray of food closer to Todd-- he'd made sure to get an extra helping of fries from the lunch lady. "Because he's... my friend, Rogue," he said, smiling a little.

"He… what?" Rogue screeched at almost the same time as Todd asked, "I am?" His hand was froze, half way to Kurt’s tray.

"This is Todd, Kurt! Toad! The slimy, sneaky, back stabbing, whiney, irritating little tick from the Brotherhood, remember?" Rogue snapped waving a hand at Todd.

Kurt frowned and shook his head. "He also has his own feelings, Rogue! And he saved me when-- when Sabretooth had me, or does that not mean anything?" he yelled back. "And, unless you've forgotten, you were once part of the Brotherhood, too," he added in a softer voice, just hoping she'd calm down.

Rogues jaw clicked with a snap as Todd’s hand came to rest on Kurt’s shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, Fuzzbutt," He said softly, feeling his face heat up, totally unused to someone else sticking up for him.

Rogue made a disgusted sound. "Yeah, you're right, ah used to be in the Brotherhood so ah know what they're capable of." She waved a hand between them. "First Scott, now him as a friend? You're gonna get hurt," She said before standing up and storming out the room.

Todd smirked a little, trying to get rid of the wild bats fluttering around in his stomach. "Was it somethin' I said?"

Kurt glanced quickly at Todd then back at Rogue's retreating back. He bit his lower lip, regret, guilt and shame clenching his stomach tight. He pushed the pain from his face and shook his head. "She'll come around," he mumbled with false confidence.

Todd stole a handful of fries, watching Kurt with a frown on his face. "You're a crap liar," He said flatly, though he started to smile a little. "Wanna take some lessons?" He teased.

He sighed again but managed a small smile and picked at the bun of the chicken sandwich, appetite gone. "I probably should, hm? It'd help me a lot."

"It must be so awful bein' that honest all the time," Todd said, bumping his shoulder playfully against Kurts, careful not to upset him eating. "No wonder you’re skinny ass is always in troub--"

Scott cleared his throat loudly as he took his seat beside Kurt, kissing his cheek before glaring at Todd. "This creep bothering you?"

Kurt started laughing, but cut off at Scott's appearance, face brightening a little more. He slipped an arm through Scott's and gently gave his arm a pinch in warning. "No, I want him to sit here-- I told him to," he said, eyes a mixture of pleading and stern, not wanting another confrontation.

Scott melted just a little that look Kurt was giving him, not letting it show he let his face fall into a cold, formal mask.

"Hello Todd," He said stiffly before leaning towards Kurt, their cheeks bumping together as he whispered, "Why?"

Todd glared at the fries he'd just stole, barely remembering to not use his tongue as the couple got cozy beside him and jealousy started to creep in.

Kurt smiled a little and stole food from Scott's tray just because he could. He turned his head a little and pecked his cheek. "He's my friend," he murmured simply before looking back at Todd again. He grinned a little. "Sorry you got in trouble earlier again, Todd."

Scott smiled and shook his head wondering just when he'd become so tightly wrapped around Kurt’s little finger. "Hey!" He laughed as Kurt stole food. "You said I didn't eat enough," He murmured as Kurt spoke to Toad.

Todd happily munched on fries as he sat back, relaxing a little now he knew he wasn't going to get beaten. "So you should be, was your fault I got caught... You throw like a girl, too."

Kurt stuck his tongue out at Todd and uncurled his invisible tail from his waist to poke at Todd's side. "Then that must say something about you, toad-boy. Considering I've always won our squabbles," he said, teasing.

Todd wriggled away from the poke, too late to smother the start of his laughter. He glanced around to check no one was watching before flicking his tongue out at lightening speed, clipping the back of Kurt’s head, not hard enough to hurt but just hard enough to get him back.

"Always? You give yourself too much credit, fuzz for brains."

Beside them Scott rolled his eyes. "No fighting at the dinner table, children," He said sternly.

Kurt laughed and his tail curled around one of Todd's ankles so he couldn't jump away then threw a fry at him, blatantly ignoring Scott's comment.

Todd caught it with good reflexes rather than his tongue, using his free foot to try and locate Kurt’s still invisible tail. "God damn cheat!" He accused, shocked to hear the fond note in his voice.

Scott scowled, looking at Todd with narrowed eyes behind his glasses. He leant forward until Kurt’s ear was level with his mouth. "Someone’s going to notice." He murmured.

Kurt pouted and opened his mouth to retort back, but then glanced back at Scott. He rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "Spoilt sport," he muttered but brought his tail back around his own waist again.

"Oh yes! Toad rules! Thank you, thank you very much," Toad gloated loudly, stealing at least half of what remained of Kurt’s fries and earning a full on glare from Scott. "Uh--"

"Just shush Toad." Scott shook his head, squeezing Kurt’s hand in thanks.

Kurt huffed, trying to look angry and not let the smile creep onto his face again. He squeezed his hand back and quickly kissed the corner of Scott's mouth. "You owe me later," he murmured, a smirk pulling at his lips finally.

"Mmm, I can't wait to pay you back," Scott purred at Kurt in reply. "I don't know what you've done to put my boyfriend in such a good mood but feel free to do it again," He added to Todd, trying to make an effort to be friendly; after all it was what Kurt wanted.

Todd silently noted the odd spin that Scott had put on the 'my boyfriend' part but smirked. "Kickin’ his fuzzy butt is my favourite past time, one-eye, if you want me to do it more often, I'd be happy to.”

Kurt gently elbowed Scott in the side, sticking out his tongue again. He threw a mock-glare at Todd then sighed heavily. "Ach! Everyone's ganging up on me today!" he said, though was still unsuccessfully trying to suppress a grin, so glad that Scott was trying to get along with Todd at least.

"You're gang-up-onable..." Toad frowned. "Is that a word?"

Scott couldn't help a smile as Kurt elbowed him in the side, slipping his arm round his waist. "This is very weird," Scott murmured, half wondering if it was in fact a dream before his smile slipped away. "Has... has Rogue seen, er, does she know that he's here?" He asked Kurt, nodding to Todd.

Kurt's smile faded and he nodded, leaning against Scott. "Yeah... She was sitting here before Todd arrived," he said, not really wanting to go into it.

"An' she exploded an' stormed off in true Rogue-is-scary-as-hell style," Todd said, almost absently as he attempted to balance a fork on the ends of his fingertips, wondering where the hell Lance had got to. "Any more questions?"

Scott frowned a little, looking down at Kurt. "Not the warmest reception then?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "No, but... I'll talk with her after school I guess."

"That’s the sign of a dumb blue ass right there," Todd pointed out with a smirk, looking away quickly as Scott shot him an evil look.

Kurt didn't react one way or another, just staring down at the table in thought and wondering if Rogue would ever come around.