Kurt and Logan; Kurt and Scott, Saturday afternoon/evening

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Kurt is having a quiet night in when Logan stops by with beer.



"Yo, Elf!" said Logan as he stood outside Kurt's door. "Better open up. Want to talk to you." He had his duffel in his free hand that made the clink of glass against glass each time he moved.

After the last few days he'd had, Kurt wasn't much in the mood for company. But still, he knew how well that would succeed when people set their minds to making him see them, and the determined note in Logan's voice decided him this time. So he opened the door. "Hello, Logan."

"Hey." he said, looking at the blue Bavarian. "You look like shit." he said, wedging himself into Kurt's doorway. "Got a few?"

"I suppose so", he said, stepping back. There was one bruise visible on his cheekbone, but for the most part, it was the lines on his face and the shadows under his eyes that were worrying. "How are you?"

"Same ol' same ol." he said, reaching into his bag and presenting Kurt with a bottle of Bavarian beer. "Don't ask, just shut up and accept." he said with a grin. "Come on, siddown." he said, squeezing past Kurt and dropping into one of his chairs - which creaked alarmingly.

Kurt shut the door and turned to sit obediently, carrying the bottle. "I would never question good beer. But you said you had come to talk?"

"Smart elf." he said with a grin. "And yeah, I did. So what's the deal with Marie?" he asked archly before uncapping his technically-not-a-screwtop beer with his fingers. Sure, it cost him a little skin and a little blood, but it'd heal up in seconds.

"Apparently", Kurt said flatly, "she is my sister. But as ever, it cannot be straightforward. What did she tell you?"

"Just that Mystique is her old man ... kinda ... and that made the two of you related." he said. "This would be just after we found her trying to kill off her brain cells with booze down at Harry's. No offense, elf, but I think we'd have all been better off had I finished her off at Liberty Island."

Kurt nodded. "I know no more, though Amanda told me that. Apparently she got a text message from Marie as well." He looked down and said quietly, "Perhaps we would. She would have been long dead that way before Marie or I knew our relation to her. If we ever did. Though there is no undoing the fact of her living when I found out."

"We run up against her again I ain't gonna hold back just because she's your mother and Marie's old man." he said quietly. "Just wanted to make sure you knew that." He drained his beer and then fished in to get another.

"If we run up against her again, I will kill her myself if I must", was the answer, voice even lower. "But I would rather try to save her, if she will ever take it from me. She is not all bad, Logan, even if she has done terrible things."

Logan just snorted. "If you say so, Elf." he said. Then he knocked off about a quarter of his beer. "So you gonna take your baby sister out to dinner sometime?" he asked with a grin.

"Twice, she has kept me from the Brotherhood", was Kurt's response. "Once when I was born, if she was with them then, and if not then she kept me from my father, and he would have killed me. Once when I was with her last year. And she stopped to check on me that day in Berlin, after we fell - Scott saw it. No one who cares for her child even that much can be all bad. As for Marie... yes, I will, when she is up to it."

"Good." Logan said. "Kid's like my own blood and I keep an eye out for her." he said."So you'd better not pull that big brother shit on her unless you want a nice, close shave." he promised with a laugh.

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "You would threaten me for being protective?" That was what 'big brother' meant to him, after all.

"Who said anything about threats?" he laughed. "I may not know too much about the whole family thing, what with not having one and all, but from what I've seen older siblings terrorize the younger ones." he said.

"Not in my family. I was the younger sibling, until Gemile was born and after she was taken, before we had Jimaine. Perhaps there were pranks, but my brother was never a bully, and as for the girls, they were the babies. Besides, Marie and I are no longer children."

"Got that right." he said, standing up but leaving the duffel full of beer. "You take good care of her, elf. Real good care." he said, then took his leave.

Later, Scott visits to check on him after the FoH incident and finds him a little the worse for wear.



He had a bag of good Bavarian beer, all for him. It would have been a sad waste not to drink it before it spoiled, Kurt decided, and besides, he was at home safely and he really needed a drink. Therefore, he'd set with a good and ready will to working his way through the entire supply.

The knock on his door came when he was well into the bag. "Kurt?" Scott ventured uncertainly; Kurt didn't usually leave his door cracked open like this.

"Hello, Scott!" came the answer, much more cheerfully than his earlier greeting to Logan, called from the living room. He hadn't noticed that the door was open, at that point.

That... sounded markedly less Kurt-ish than it should. Biting his lip, Scott came in, closing the door securely behind him and raising an eyebrow at the scene that presented itself. "Okay. We're having a 'beer solves all problems' night, I see... um, I had actually just come to check up on you. Read your report about the happenings last night..."

"Logan brought it for me. And I think I have earned it." Even if Amanda had taken him out drinking only two days before. It wasn't as if he made a habit of it. "I came to little harm last night. They were not expecting to deal with a teleporter, I think. Let alone an acrobat."

"I'm assuming most of the harm was on their side, yes. Thanks for making sure Marius and Forge got out of there intact... maybe they'll have learned dating is bad, now," Scott said with a perfectly straight face as he sank down into a chair.

"I think that lesson may have been well and truly hammered in, yes", Kurt said, only a little slurred. "Forge was not doing too well immediately afterward, if not hurt. Marius had to drive home."

"I was going to go check on them next." Scott eyed his friend. "So what's with the excessive amounts of beer, anyway? I mean," he said more gently, "I know it's not been a good month."

"Oh, you know", he said with a sloppy wave of his hand, finishing the current bottle and reaching down for another. "One of the women I have called mother is dead, after trying to steal my sister's body and almost killing her in the process, and now I have a new sister because my remaining mother is her father. Beer is helping with the assimilation."

To his credit, Scott didn't bat an eye. "Okay then."

Kurt looked at him sideways, a little suspicious. "Okay?"

"Okay then, as in 'I see you have a logical reason to be attempting to drink yourself into a coma'. A couple of them, actually."

"I thought perhaps my little sister was onto a good idea", was the wry answer. "Though I am doing it in private."

Good grief, did he need to do some snooping around. It was hard not to make the connections, at least the obvious ones. I wonder if this had anything to do with what Jean's been muttering in her head about... "Just so long as you don't make a habit of it," he said wryly to Kurt. "Trust me, it doesn't help as much as you think."

"Time will decide that. In this case, only enough time for me to no longer be drunk. For now, in fact, it is helping rather a lot." His voice was still determinedly upbeat.

Scott sighed a bit, rubbing absently at his knee. Kurt, Marie... Mystique? He shook his head. "Do you sometimes feel like we live in some... whacked-out science fiction novel?" he said, trying to keep his tone light, to match Kurt's.

"I do. If this was a soap opera, it would not feature people changing gender to make their children." He considered for a moment. "Probably."

Good lord. Definitely related to Jean's head-muttering. "Strangeness of method aside," Scott said, still lightly, "is the result that bad?"

"The result? Not in my book, though I have not spoken to her to find out how she is taking it. Apart from the obvious. The method and the identity of our... parent... does colour things, however."

"I'd talk to her, then," Scott said. "See what good can be made out of all of this. Do we really have any other option, when things start getting weird?" His smile was slightly pained.

"No good one", Kurt allowed. "Not in the long term, at least. And they do seem to get weird so very often."

"It complicates things, I imagine," Scott said after a moment. As if Kurt's feelings regarding Mystique weren't complicated enough already.

"Everything seems to these days", Kurt returned after a few seconds communing with his beer. "Even Margali's death."

"I'm sorry," Scott said, as he had when Kurt had first told him about what had happened. "I can't imagine how difficult it is, even after everything that happened..." And he really couldn't. He might be an orphan himself, but he didn't have any real memories of his parents. Their loss was more or less an academic thing, for him.

"Especially after everything that happened", Kurt corrected. "She took me back, you know. But if only she had not done what she did, there might have been so much more time. Or if I had not got myself cast out..."

"Might have beens," Scott murmured, slouching in his chair. "Those'll kill you too, Kurt." He gave the remaining beer an inquisitive look, raising an eyebrow.

"Would you like one?" Kurt asked, ignoring all other possible implications of that look.

If he drank it, Kurt wouldn't. Scott nodded. "Why not?" he asked lightly.

Kurt fished out a bottle and handed it over. "So how are things with you?" It was a little obvious, as subject changes went, but he was drunk.