I have a friend who likes KURTTY so I shall write this story for her. Here you go Ally!

Kitty couldn't sleep. Checking her clock, she realized she had been rolling around on the bed aimlessly for about three hours. Rogue had been snoring for a majority of that time, so she knew she couldn't talk to her, and come to think of it, talking to Rogue at one in the morning was never a good idea. The computer was off, and turning it on to email her parents would wake them up.

Suddenly she heard someone sneeze down the hall, followed by a long string of German curses. Smiling, she quietly got up and tiptoed to the door. She phased through it to prevent waking Rogue, then phased through Kurt's door.

She was right; Kurt was awake, sitting up at his desk with the image inducer on. He sneezed again, then looked up, startled. "Kitty!" He yelped, and Kitty shushed him. "Kitty, what are you doing awake?"

"What are YOU doing awake?"

"Being allergic to my own fur," He muttered angrily, and Kitty giggled. "I had a bad dream, I just needed to work a little before I went back to sleep."

"Work on what?" Kitty shuffled to his chair and leaned on his shoulder, looking over his papers. He seemed rather uncomfortable and immediately bunched the pile together, tossing it all into a drawer. "Come on, what was all that?"

"Nothing. Just a bunch of letters," Kurt said quickly as he blocked her way to the drawer. "Really, it's a lot of junk. Don't worry about it."

"Fine, but will you at least stay up with me?" She put on a cute little smile and tilted her head. Kurt always melted when she did things like that. He didn't this time, shaking his head. "Please?"

"No. I need some time by myself," Kurt sat back down with his knee blocking the drawer. "Just go away. Maybe you can watch some TV in the living room."

"Aw, the TV's not nearly as fun as you," She said coyly, flipping her hair. "Please, Fuzz, and besides, I think Mr. Logan fell asleep in the living room. I can't watch TV in there." Smiling again, she sat on the bed and patted the space next to her.

Kurt sighed and stood up. "What do you want to do?" He said with a groan. "But only fifteen minutes."

"Can I look at your pictures?"

Kurt seemed to be uncomfortable again as he thought about her looking at the things he had drawn, and especially nervous about her looking at his photos. But he knew she wouldn't let up until she saw them. He had shown them to Rogue and she had been becoming increasingly jealous. Sitting down with his sketchbook and photo album, Kurt opened up the book first. "Okay, you can't laugh at anything in here, okay?"

"Okay, I promise," She said quietly, pulling the book onto her lap. "Wow. Are those mountains?"

"Ja, where I grew up I could look out my window at them," He said, happily remembering his home.

"Look at all the trees you drew," Kitty murmured, turning pages. "Kurt, you are really good. Hey, finally. Some people."

Kurt made a move to grab it away, starting some excuse about how she could see plenty of people in the photo album, but she moved it out of his reach. He would have to climb into her lap to get at it, and she knew Kurt would never do that. He gave up with a sigh and sat back down. She put the book back on her lap and looked at the first drawing on the page. "Is this Jean?" She asked, pointing out the girl sketched out in a blue colored pencil. "It looks just like her." Kurt nodded. "And that's Mr. Logan."

"I just draw in my spare…"

"Wow!" She gasped, turning the page.

"…time," Kurt finished, looking away.

"These… these are all of me," She said, turning page after page. "Wow. I look GOOD in that one. These are really…" As she continued turning pages, she realized she wasn't finding anyone else. "…really…" She got to the last page with a drawing on it, and the whole page was filled with Kitty doing normal things, things like sleeping and laughing, and even one of her with her mouth full. She giggled nervously. "Um… Kurt?" She glanced at him, but he was looking away. "Can we look at the photos now?"

"Right," He stuttered. "Here."

She took the album and opened it. It seemed like the most recent pictures were up front. "There's you and Scott, and you and Jean, and Scott and Jean," She listed off. "And you and Evan… and you and Rogue… and you and me… and me… and me…" She continued turning pages. "And me…"

"Here's all the interesting stuff from home," He said quickly, turning a few pages. "There's my mother and father, we're fishing here…"

"Who are they?" She said, pointing at a picture with a bunch of kids, including fuzzy little Kurt. "I thought you had to hide from everyone.

"Well, that's Jimaine, my sister, and that's Stephan…" He looked away for another moment, then looked at Kitty. "And the other two are my only friends in Germany, Karl and Alison. Karl is blind and Alison is his sister. They both know, but they don't care."

"I didn't know you had a sister. And who's Stephan? He looks kind of sour."

"My brother," Kurt said softly. "He… died, a little while before I got here." He looked at the picture and then at the ground.

"I'm sorry," Kitty said quietly. "I didn't… I mean…"

"It's okay, nobody but the professor knows about him around here anyway," He said, trying to fool her with a smile. "I wish you'd go… fifteen minutes are up."

"Right," She smiled back and got up. "See you in the morning."

…………….

Kitty found Rogue in the kitchen, the first one up. "Hi," She said. Rogue raised a hand in acknowledgement. "I was kind of hoping Jean would be awake."

"She's not up yet, sorry," Rogue pushed the cereal box over to Kitty as she sat down.

"Do you think Kurt likes me?" Kitty asked, turning a little red.

Rogue looked at her incredulously, then began to laugh. "Do I think Kurt likes you? I KNOW Kurt likes you. He worships you, Kitty."

"Really?"

"Yes. He left early this morning, so don't go looking for him."

"I wasn't going to," Kitty mumbled, getting up without eating. "I'll be right back."

Kitty went straight to his room and into the drawer. The papers were still there. At first all she could find were doodles of herself in the margins of a letter home. Then she started finding letters to Kitty, lots of them, all describing how pretty she was and how much he liked her. There were long paragraphs about her laugh, pages on her smile, and lots of little drawings of flowers and her face. She put the papers back and sat on his chair. "Wow," she said to herself. "And wow. Also wow."

"Hey!" Kurt suddenly grabbed her shoulder from behind and she squealed and jumped. "What are you doing in my room?"

"I-I-I was just looking for you," She stammered. "You…"

"You saw these?" Kurt pulled out the papers.

"…Yeah," she whispered.

They were silent for a few moments, Kurt holding the papers and looking at her while she looked at her feet. "You weren't supposed to see these," He said softly.

"I know," Kitty looked up at him. "I didn't know you thought I was pretty."

"I think you're beautiful," Kurt had tried to stop himself but couldn't. "I really like you. I mean, more than… I just…"

Kitty smiled and stood up. "About page seven…" She said, and she kissed him. When she let go, Kurt just looked at her like he was waiting to wake up. He looked like he was in shock. "About page seven, I'll think about it."

Kurt watched her go and when she closed the door he flipped to page seven. I wonder if a girl like Kitty would ever go out with a guy like me, He read. If she would, I would take her to all the burger places I know and take her to the mall and spend my whole allowance on her, and maybe a movie…

He looked at the door and smiled. She would think about it, and that was a start.

Hope you like it! Please review, personally I don't think it's all that good but try to humor me!