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Take Me Out Tonight	By : Darkhoelme Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kurt

Yeah, no protests there. Clubbing was definitely a bust. He stood on the dance floor,
watching for a moment as she wove carefully through the crowd towards the door
before finally turning to look for the restrooms. Finally catching sight of the
sign through the glare of strobing lights, he started
across the room, though he cast one last glance at Rogue's retreating back as
he went...and half-smiled at the sight of some dumbass
trying to shrink back into his friends as she glared at him.

The crowds had picked up a bit already, and he fell
automatically into his personal version of the 'don't touch me' dance as he
skirted the perimeter of the dance floor.

"Hey dude!" a hand shot out from the crowd and
latched onto his elbow and he turned to face a non-descript boy with tousled
brown hair and a bad complexion. "Did you really come here with," the
kid jerked his head in the direction of Rogue's retreating back, "Vampyra," he finished, his voice tinged with awe and a
touch of fear.

"Her name's not Vampyra,"
he informed the kid, rolling his eyes and tugging his arm away, "and it's
none of your business."

"Hey dude, chill," the boy shot back. "Just
figured I'd do you a favor before you get in too deep," he leaned forward
and lowered his voice to what passed for a conspiratorial whisper in the noise
of the club. "She's totally doing that scary-ass blue thing from TV,"
he continued, wrinkling up his face in disgust and shuddering melodramatically.
"I read it on the internet and there were pictures and everything, so you
might wanna back off before that thing decides to rip you a new one...or
worse."

Kurt just stared at the boy for a long moment before
shaking his head in bemused disbelief. "Get a life," he advised the
kid as he turned and continued towards the bathroom.

"I'm serious, dude," the kid yelled at his
retreating back. "You're toast if you don't get away from her."

Scheisse, seemed they'd graduated to the gossip level of porn stars
having Bigfoot babies and Midwestern farmers abducted by aliens. Joy. At least
that was the only encounter he had to put up with...he wasn't nearly as
recognizable as the rest of his team-mates, due to the whole lack of
international television exposure thing. Anyone ever managed to make the
connection, though, and he figured he'd make up for the pass he'd gotten over
the last few months in one hell of a hurry.

He finally emerged out into the warm summer evening, the
pounding music of the club fading into a dull thump as the door closed behind
him and the noise was replaced by the babble of the crowd - now several dozen
strong - waiting their turn to get in. It took his light sensitive eyes a
minute to adjust to the dimness of the night after the bright, colored strobes
inside, and he squinted a bit as he searched the area
around the door for Rogue...and failed to find her.

Scheisse!

Stepping farther from the crowd and the glare of the
streetlight outside the door, he looked toward the parking lot...and found Logan's bike, but still no
sign of Rogue. It took a moment before he thought to look across the street, to
the darkness at the edge of the bluffs...and found her, leaning on the other
side of the guardrail and looking out over the moon-frosted water of the bay.
Sighing half in relief and half in resignation, he headed across to join her,
bare feet silent in the gravel at the side of the road as he stepped over the
guardrail and settled back on it next to her.

"It's nicer out here," he commented
conversationally as he looked down the cliff-face to where the waves tumbled up
the sandy strip of beach below. "Quiet."

Rogue

The crowd was getting larger at the entrance to the club,
and their voices carried over the road to where she stood. She didn't even
realize that Kurt had come back out of the club until he was climbing over the
guardrail and leaning alongside her. "It's nicer out here," he
commented conversationally as he looked down the cliff-face to where the waves
tumbled up the sandy strip of beach below. "Quiet."

She nodded, eyes still focused on the moon and head still
jumbled in stupid internal conversations that she couldn't be bothered to shut
up. After all, some of them had valid points. After a moment of silence, she
turned to him and started, "Sorry. I know you were looking forward to the
club, but it's just..." She trailed off, watching the waves sneak up onto
the sand. "Too much."

Damn, was she descriptive. Of
course, he probably knew what she meant. Too much of a crowd, too much
touching, too much of what she could never get enough of. Clenching her jaw,
she swallowed. There was a lump in her throat, and she did not want to cry.
"I'm gonna..." She pointed down at the
beach and jumped to the next lowest level of rock, starting to pick her way
down toward the shore, where the voices from the club were lost in the lapping
of the waves.

She'd lied. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want to
have to face the others and lie to them, make up some bullshit story about why
they were back so early. They'd probably see right through it anyway. Sitting
on a particularly large stone, she watched the water some more, idly tossing
stones into the surf. Yeah, one hell of a great night it was shaping up to be.

Kurt

He caught her nod out of the corner of his eye and waited,
arms crossed loosely over his chest as he leaned against the rail next to her,
trying to convince himself the silence was companionable.

"Sorry. I know you were looking forward to the
club, but it's just..." She trailed off, watching the waves sneak up onto
the sand. "Too much."

Her voice was tense and strained and she sounded close to
tears and...Gott, he'd fucked up royally this time around. His tail wanted to
lash in frustration as he met her gaze, but it was, Gott sei
danke, trapped by the fabric of his pants. Why the hell had dragging her
to a club ever seemed like a good idea?

Way to go, Arschloch.

"Nein, Schatz," he smiled weakly at her.
"Don't be sorry, it was a crap idea."

Apparently that hadn't been the right thing to say,
because she clenched her jaw, swallowed hard, and he wondered for just a moment
if she was going to cry...wondered what he'd do if she did.

"I'm gonna..." She
pointed down at the beach and jumped to the next lowest level of rock, starting
to pick her way down toward the shore without another word and he watched,
fangs tugging lightly at his lip and chest growing tight with frustration and
failure. She was almost halfway down before he began to follow, not sure
whether his presence was going to make things better or worse, but categorically
unwilling to leave her alone.

By the time he reached the bottom she was sitting on a
particularly large stone, watching the waves lap at the shore and tossing
pebbles into the luminescent foam. It was truly quiet down here, and dim in the
shadow of the bluffs with only silvered moonlight illuminating the narrow strip
of sand, the gently lapping waves...the softly gleaming lock of white in
Rogue's hair as she looked out across the bay.

The sand was cool and smooth between his toes as he
crossed to her, stooping to gather a handful of pebbles as he walked.

"I'm sorry, Schatz," his voice was low and he
smiled wanly up at her as he tossed a pebble of his own out into the surf
before hopping up to perch next to her. Sorry for dragging her out, sorry for
what she could only want and never have, sorry that she was so terrified of
what might possibly go wrong that she wouldn't even let herself have the things
she could.

Rogue

As he apologized and suggested that it was just a bad idea
to begin with, she felt herself choke up a bit. Doing normal things was a bad
idea. Not really knowing what else to do, she excused herself down to the
shoreline. Were she at the institute, she would have most likely shut herself
up in her room. Wasn't much of a deterrent, really, since just about anyone
could get in if they wanted, but most knew better than to try.
Kurt didn't. "I'm sorry, Schatz," he said, his voice low,
before jumping to perch beside her.

Clenching her jaw again, she looked down. "For what?" Not like he could do anything about
it. He'd tried. He'd tried to let her be normal, and there was no way for him
to have known that it just wasn't happening. "It's not your fault. None of it. So stop fucking apologizing."

Maybe that was a little harsh. Just a little.
Sighing, she leaned back and looked up at the sky. The amount of chaos in her
head was remarkably low, but the few people who were blabbering on were almost
all just repeatedly telling her to stop being a whiny bitch. They used slightly
different phrasing, but that's what they meant. "I don't get it," she
began, talking more to the air than to anything else. "I just don't...
it's so fucking..." What? Unfair? No shit it was
unfair. Kurt knew that. He had a tail and was covered in fur, for chrissakes. But he could still shake hands with whomever he
pleased. Sure, they'd feel his fingers but they wouldn't keel over.

Frowning, she summarized, "I'm a freak among
freaks."

Kurt

Clenching her jaw again, she looked down. "For what? It's not your fault. None
of it. So stop fucking apologizing."

"Nein, it's not," he conceded with a shrug,
letting the bitterness and anger in her voice wash over him as he looked back
across the bay...flashed back to almost a year ago when he'd been the one
looking out into the darkness while she tried to comfort him. "Doesn't
stop it from sucking ass, or me from being sorry that you have to live with
it," he added, watching out of the corner of his eye as she leaned back to
look up at the sky with a sigh.

"I don't get it," she began, and he
cocked his head, waiting. "I just don't... it's so fucking..."

Unfair...hard...depressing...unjust. That was one
fill in the blank he could finish without any effort; he'd thought it himself
often enough over the years. How could a just and loving God do this to
one of His children?

"I'm a freak among freaks." she finally
finished, and he couldn't quite stifle a snort at the sound of her voice
echoing the pattern of his own thoughts.

"I'll see your freakishness and raise you an aberration,"
he quipped, pulling his knees up and half-turning to her with a wry smile.
"Your mutation sucks, Schatz," he continued, the smile dropping away
as his expression turned serious. "And it's...hard...to be surrounded by
people who take so many things for granted that you can never have." He
reached out to brush a strand of moon bright hair from her face, 'blue' eyes
somber. "But...you need to stop letting it keep you from even the things
you can have," he finally finished.

Rogue

As comforting as his words were meant to be, they did
little to help her mood. She knew it sucked. That suckage
was her life. Every waking second of every single day, it was on her mind. She
appreciated his sympathy, but sympathy only got you so far. He couldn't fix it.
Xavier couldn't fix it. They couldn't even make it easier. They'd helped all
the others get better control. Kitty stopped falling through the floor every
time she had a nightmare. Jean seemed to be getting better and better every
day. Hell, even Kurt had discovered more things about his powers. But all she
still knew was that she hurt people, and there was nothing she could do about
it.

She truly was a freak among freaks. "I'll see your
freakishness and raise you an aberration." She turned her head
slightly and caught Kurt's little smile. That was different. He could hide
that. He didn't always look like the blue elf that he was. Actually, she was
rather partial to the blue elf version of Kurt, but he still had the choice. He
could choose to be blue or to be normal. "Your mutation sucks,
Schatz," he continued as she looked back up toward the sky, rolling
her eyes. Pun intended? "And it's...hard...to be surrounded by people
who take so many things for granted that you can never have." She
flinched slightly as he reached over and brushed away that one strand of hair
that never sat right with the rest of it, but caught herself
before she completely recoiled. "But...you need to stop letting it keep
you from even the things you can have."

The things she could have. Like what? Constant headaches? Yay. Besides,
even if she did open up, let people in, it would all only end in stupid pain. Tabitha'd tried suggesting that she be more social earlier,
too. It just wasn't going to happen. If she kept people at arm's length, they
wouldn't get hurt. Besides, what could she have? Really?
She could shake hands with people. If she was wearing gloves.
She could hug people, but even that was getting close to the realm of mortal
danger. "What I can have... it'll never be enough."

Damn, that sounded selfish. You can't always get what you
want. But if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you neeeed. Fucking hell, who was singing? Turning back to
Kurt, she added to her previous statement, if only to get her mind off of the
bad renditions of Rolling Stones songs that were being fired across her brain.
"It won't ever be normal. Won't be... it won't be everything."

Did that make sense? Did it matter? At least one of the
answers to those questions was no. At that point, though, she didn't really
care. She wasn't trying to be poetic, didn't give a rat's ass if Kurt had a
hard time figuring out what she was trying to say. She'd said it. And she knew
what she meant, and unfortunately so did everyone in her head. And they would
not. Shut. Up. Closing her eyes, she sighed yet again. It was really fucking
unfair.

Kurt

He could tell, just from the look on her face, that he wasn't making any more headway than he ever
did when they had these conversations, infrequent thought they were. She just
didn't seem to be able to get past what she couldn't have to focus on what she
could if she'd just take a risk, so her words were no surprise when they
finally came.

"What I can have... it'll never be enough."

"It won't ever be normal. Won't be... it won't be
everything." she added, and he shook his
head slowly, reaching across to place his hand over hers. Freaks among freaks,
yes, but he wouldn't let his life be all about that and it drove him crazy that
she was so willing to let it entirely define hers.

"Normal
can be highly over-rated, Stinktier,
and sometimes...sometimes less than everything can be enough." He squeezed
her hand gently through two pairs of gloves, his and hers, as he gazed up at
her from beneath disheveled bangs that he couldn't be bothered pushing out of
the way at the moment. "It doesn't have to be all or nothing..." He
trailed off as she closed her eyes with a sigh, wondering if she'd ever
actually believe that...wondering if he really did himself.

Rogue

She didn't even bother pulling away as his hand covered
hers. Wasn't worth it, anyway. Knowing him, he'd just
shake it off and do it again. "Normal can be highly over-rated, Stinktier, and sometimes...sometimes less than everything
can be enough." He just didn't get it, did he? Less than everything
was the whole point. She didn't want less than everything, she had less
than everything. Less than everything held absolutely no appeal. She turned her
head as he squeezed her hand in what she assumed was supposed to be some kind
of supportive motion. "It doesn't have to be all or nothing..."

Sighing, she looked back up at the sky. Really.
Just didn't get it. "All or nothing doesn't even matter," she
replied, frowning. "I can't even have the basics. Can't shake hands, can't
hug... and kissing? Forget it."

It was useless. All of it.
Sighing, she sat up. She didn't need this. Didn't need to sit there while the
sounds of people having a good time were still barely audible up in the parking
lot, reminding her of what her life should have been like. As if she wasn't
already thinking about that again, thanks to all those goddamn questions that reporter'd asked. Wasn't Danvers' fault either, but it helped to have
someone to blame other than herself. Even if she knew that at the end of the
day, the problem was her. "Let's jut go home. You can drive, I don't
care."

Kurt

Sighing, she looked back up at the sky and he
watched her in profile, the faint moonlight more than enough for him to make
out every detail of the anguish on her face. She was beautiful in the
moonlight. Beautiful anytime, really, but in the opalescent glow her skin
wasn't merely pale, it was alabaster, and the curve of her throat as she leaned
her head back...he wasn't looking at that.

"All or nothing doesn't even matter," she
replied, frowning, and he turned his attention back to her words. "I
can't even have the basics. Can't shake hands, can't hug... and kissing? Forget
it."

He blinked in bemused disbelief as she pushed herself back
up, frustration evident in every movement, every line of her body. The dimness
turned the scarlet of her outfit deeper, almost bloody. He watched as a vagrant
breeze clutched at the sheer scarf wrapped at her throat, sending a long tail
of it fluttering in the breeze.

"Let's jut go home. You can drive, I don't
care."

Her voice snapped his attention back to her and he shook
his head with a teasing smile as he reached out to grasp the trailing scrap of diaphanous
silk. "I never would have pegged you for being so lacking in creativity,
Schatz," he told her, voice light as he toyed briefly with the fabric in
his hands. "Like I said, normal can be highly over-rated," and he
reached out to lay a fold of silk across her face, leaned in quickly before she
could recoil or protest and pressed his lips lightly to hers through the
whisper thin barrier...and realized, too late, that it was possibly the
single-most idiotic thing he'd ever done in his life.

Too late because his thumbs were pressed lightly to the
sides of her face, holding the silk in place, and her lips were soft, even in
her surprise. And what was supposed to be a light, affectionate buss like you'd
give a sister - Gott, she's not mein Schwester - was already something
more and she'd notice and the relationship he'd worked so hard for over a year
to get her to accept would be gone in no more than the time it took her to pull
back and slap him senseless.
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