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A special thanks goes to awesomelyanonymous for the general idea presented in this chapter! You've a wicked sence of humor and to that i tip my baseball bat~!

The last day of school had come and was finally over. Logan and Kurt had eventually gotten over the cookie incident, though neither one of them had forgotten what had happened and knew exactly who had caused their agony and embaressment: Rouge.

Right now, everyone was preparing the front room into a party zone, one that the adults approved of. It was also a costume party.

Kurt walked down one of the mansion's many halls to get something from his room when a rough hand yanked him into a supply closet and another went over his mouth, muffling his shout of surprise, "It's me, elf."

"L-Logan? What are you doing, sneaking up on me like zat?" Kurt hissed in the darkness, just barely able to make out Logan's face in the blackness.

"We need to talk." Logan ignored his question, which irritated the blue teen. Logan cut him off before he could rant about how wrong it was to snatch a teen and force them into a dark supply closet, "Da two'a you outta control. I don' care if this prankin' is between da two'a you, but now I'm involved. I will have my revenge. This is what we'll do..."

Kurt listened carefully and wondered breifly if he really should reconsider this and just tell his sister to cut it all out, because this plan was beyond crazy. This might actually hurt, a lot. "Then again...those cookies had...No. This is," He thought to himself, fallowing Logan out into the lit hallway.

But they were caught by Scott, Jean and Bobby. Kurt shrank from the looks he got, "I-It's not what you zink! Honest!"

His face burned so dark, he was sure his fur was purple once again.

...

A few minutes later, after Kurt and Logan finished working, music began playing below them. With their trap set, they sent Tabitha to get Rouge and Kurt paid her twenty bucks to keep her pretty little mouth shut.

First, they had threaded two ropes through the banister on the above floor, to the main staricase that connected to the front room, so that both ends of both ropes are hanging down. Then they had attached hooks to one end of either rope. Then, tie the other ends together. They left the third rope as a trip wire.

Logan bent down on one side of the hall's entrance, and Kurt mirrored him on the other side. They heard Tabitha's voice and Rouge's laughter. Footsteps echoed and a pair of black shoes came into view. Taking his cue from Logan, he helped the older man tackle the person who was suppose to be his sister to the ground and kept her pinned to the ground as she thrashed.

As she kicked, they gripped her underwear, which was a redish color, and gave her a normal-looking wedgie. They could hear what almost sounded like Tabitha laughing in the background but ignored it.

They grabbed the hooks and attached them to the waistband, a black color, and threw her over the side of the banister, after making sure the ropes were secure. Rouge hadn't made any of this easy, screaming nonsence and thrashing the entire time, but it worked.

She let out shuch a loud and high pitched scream, Kurt was forced to cover his ears as he looked over the banister, while Logan looked smug. It was then he noticed the hair on the head he was staring at was blonde.

Not brown, or white...like his sister's.

Blonde...like Tabitha's.

"Um..." he looked over his shoulder, to see a shocked Rouge. "L-L-Logan?"

"Yeah, elf?"

"RUN!" he screamed, before porting.

BAMF!

"Wh-?" Logan's eyes caught the look of murder in Rouge's eyes. Tabitha's screams still echoed in the halls, sending a shiver down his spine as he ran for dear life.