The Sun's Night 9.99:
Dancing Date

by Fur and Fantasy
PG-13 for M/M
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file

"Hey, Kurt." Roberto murmured as they lay in bed Friday morning, working on getting up. "Seeing as today's Friday, how about we go to Pandemonium tonight, together?" The larger teen asked quietly.

"You ... want to?" Kurt's eyes flicked up, confusion clearly written in them.

"Sure." Roberto grinned. "I admit I haven't been much on the club scene since moving here, but I sure was back home."

"Pandemonium's the place to go." He grinned back, perking up seriously. He'd getting utterly hooked on the club scene since the image inducer had given him the opening to try.

"That's what people tell me." He chuckled. "Now all we have to do, is get up for school." He grinned playfully. One thing Kurt had discovered was that Roberto was distinctly indifferent to morning.

"Before Scott pounds on the door." He snickered and stretched. "Or worse, opens it."

"And then I'd just have to throw a pillow at him again." Roberto chuckled as he sat up reluctantly. "It was a close call, I reached out grabbed something and threw before I opened my eyes. Luckily I got the pillow instead of what was next to it."

"What did you almost nail him with?" Kurt's curiosity got the better of him as he realized it was a night he hadn't been there.

"Math." Roberto chuckled. "I'd been studying late and it was on the night stand there, next to the alarm clock." He said pointing to spot that was indeed, just beyond the pillow but still within reach.

"His favorite subject." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Well, he would've got the full impact of it that time." Roberto chuckled. "I did track and field in the off season back home, specifically shot put and discus." He grinned.

"You'd never have hit him." Kurt smirked and rolled out of the bed to stretch. "Probably would have needed a new book."

"Actually, I would hope not. The math book could've done real damage." Roberto nodded seriously. "I did get him with the pillow though. Amazing what surprise will do." He said as he stood, and stretched.

"Really?" Kurt looked over at him in real surprise. "He must have been walking in his sleep to wake folks up."

"Nah, even Scotty gets caught off guard once in a while. Especially when there's no reason to expect an attack." He smiled. "He's good, but not perfect."

"You must have gotten the lucky shot of the year then." Kurt chuckled and shook his head. "See you at breakfast." He commented before bamfing to his own room.

"Very different from clubs back home." Roberto commented to Kurt as the entered Pandemonium. He was wearing tight jeans and an equally tight black t-shirt that was a very distinct contrast to the loose and flowing blues, grays and blacks of Kurt's hologram.

"In way what?" Kurt glanced over curiously, even as he waved and grinned at a familiar face off to one side.

"Well, back home it would be a discotech." He smiled. "And more Latin influence in the music." He added casually. "But this is good."

"Good thing," Kurt shot him a grin and dragged him onto the dancefloor, "since this is it for this town."

"I'm not surprised." Roberto chuckled as he followed Kurt easily, a good share of his attention on getting the beat of the music. "This is a rather small city, as they go."

"I'm glad it's as small as it is," he shook his head, moving to the music as if it were an extension of his own mind. "There's so much less desperation here."

"That's certainly true." He nodded, as he finally got the beat and began moving almost as fluidly as Kurt. Roberto's moves, however, had a bit more casual sexuality to them than the acrobatic origin of Kurt's style.

They both got plenty of looks though, particularly Kurt, who was known here and not known to prefer guys.

Roberto didn't notice the looks much, since he was paying to keeping up with his date, who was a real natural on the dance floor where all his self consciousness disappeared. He was beginning to wonder if American clubs played slow songs occasionally when the fourth fast song in a row started.

Kurt on the other hand was totally enjoying himself. It'd been forever, it seemed like, since he'd indulged his newfound love of club dancing. He'd never be able to thank Kitty enough for dragging him here as an apology for freaking out around him for so long.

Kurt's enjoyment turned out to be quite infectious as Roberto quickly forgot about the missing slow songs, and threw himself totally into keeping pace with his date. It had been months since he'd been in a club of any sort, and this was more fun than he could ever remember having. Of course, the fact that Kurt was such a fun bundle of energy helped immensely.

"Hay, Demon," a cheerful female voice drew Kurt's attention to one side without breaking his movements. "Who's your friend?"

"Roberto." He grinned at her, then glanced at his date. "This is Cathy."

"Hi, Cathy." Roberto smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you."

"You're from Xavier's too?" She smiled and stepped a little closer as she moved to the music.

"Yep, and you go to Bayville as well, don't you?" He said, as he realized he'd seen the blue eyed blond around school. Given that there were three high schools within a reasonable driving distance, it wasn't a given she was.

"Yes," she nodded easily and moved a little closer. "Where did you move from?"

"Sao Paulo, Brazil." He replied easily, as part of his mind was still wondering about her nickname for Kurt. Demon implied that she was aware of what he really looked like, since that was a common reaction.

"That's a long way from home." Her eyes widened a bit. "Your English is very good."

"Thank you." He said politely, with a smile. "Mother insisted we learn from a young age. A much more widely used language than Portuguese, and it would make going to college in the United States much easier, she always said." He chuckled. "I'm putting it to use a few years ahead of schedule."

"So what are you doing at Xavier's?" She continued curiously.

"Wouldn't you just love to know." Kurt broke in with a teasing tone, though the warning look he gave Roberto was deadly serious.

"Of course." She pouted her bottom lip out playfully. "Do you have any idea how weird it is to go to a public school and boarding school?"

"Mother and Father are getting a divorce. I don't get along with Father, and Mother is in Egypt on a dig site." He said casually. "Mother is an old friend of Professor Xavier's and he offered to let me stay at the school so my education wouldn't be disrupted." He explained, telling what was the truth, at least as far as it went.

That made her look at Kurt curiously. He simply shrugged and pointedly looked away.

"Oh," she subdued almost instantly and slipped away. "Sorry."

"Hey, it's no big deal." He said casually. "Things are finally getting straightened out. And there are some definite perks to going to school here." He grinned, and looked at Kurt fondly. "Yeah, definite perks."

"Yeah," Kurt smiled back at him as Cathy disappeared into the crowd.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare her off." Roberto said quietly, more than a little apologetic. "She reacted worse to the divorce than I did." He said, a little confused.

"She was apologizing to me." Kurt shook his head. "She's been trying to get me to talk about my family for months."

"Oh, I see." He said quietly. "She must figure if I can talk about my awful family situation and you won't, that she must be prying into something truly painful." He figured quietly out loud. "Something like that?"

"Probably." He nodded a little, cautiously checking for the blonde's location. "Never could figure out just what she was about."

"Well, you're asking the wrong person about how women think." Roberto chuckled. "Even when I dated one, I didn't claim to understand how she thought. It's quite a mystery."

"It's not like guys are much easier." He pointed out with a shrug.

"No, I suppose not." He agreed, giving up on what had supposed to have been funny. "But I guess unless one happens to be a telepath, one is always guessing at what others think."

"Maybe even then." Kurt shook his head, refraining on commenting on just who had not only lousy taste in boyfriends, but wasn't going out with the guy who had it for her so bad it was sad.

"Well then it only works if you use it." He chuckled weakly. "Come on, let's get something to drink. Dancing really works up a thirst." He smiled encouragingly.

"If you want," Kurt nodded and easily weaved his way threw the gyrating bodies to the concession stand and relaxed to one side to wait for Roberto.

"You want something?" Roberto asked before getting into the line at the concession stand.

"I'm fine," Kurt shook his head and relaxed out of the way.

"Okay." Roberto nodded. A little while later he was back, sipping on what looked to ice water. "Much better." He said, relaxing next to Kurt as the teen watched the dance floor with the unusual fascinated detachment he tended to display when he was watching something he didn't understand but wanted to.

Roberto looked trying to see what Kurt was looking at. "So what's got you fascinated this time?" He asked his date quietly.

"What they're doing besides dancing." He shook his head and shrugged. "Never been very good at the whole socialization thing."

"I doubt you've had as much practice." Roberto said reassuringly, as he watched what the couples were doing. "Mostly it's boyfriend/girlfriend, boyfriend/boyfriend, or girlfriend/girlfriend stuff. Though a fair bit is people looking for boyfriends or girlfriends. And some of it is just plain old conversation." He said, trying to explain. "The couples stuff tends to be making out while dancing, or as close as they can get."

"You make it sound simple." Kurt chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"Well, the basics are pretty straightforward." Roberto chuckled. "It's the subtleties that differ. Especially on how fast to move, since what works with one person will get you slapped hard by another." He said, gesturing slightly with his glass of water as one girl did just that to the guy she was with before stalking off the dance floor, leaving him looking a bit bewildered and embarrassed.

"A lot of effort for nothing." he shook his head, seeming to dismiss it all. But Roberto knew him well enough to see the longing, grief and resignation behind the shyly aloof facade he put up and bitter words.

"A good relationship is worth the effort." Roberto said gently, taking Kurt's hand in his. He could feel the surprise at the action telegraphed across the contact and the startled look Kurt gave their hands. "But most people have to try more than a few times before they succeed."

Kurt nodded very slightly, wondering how many times it meant he'd have to go threw the hell of the last week and Kitty's screams he could still hear ringing in his ears when he was feeling particularly insecure.

"Sometimes it works out the first time though." Roberto said quietly, trying to be encouraging. "But the point is that without trying, there's nothing. Not being alone, is worth the effort."

"That much is true, mein mannschaftgehilfe." He nodded with a soft sigh. "It is just not encouraging. All the teachers are alone."

"Your what, Kurt?" Roberto asked curiously. "I'm afraid my German is very weak." He admitted softly.

"Teammate," he smiled apologetically in return. "I'm afraid I still slip more often than I should."

"It's okay." Roberto smiled. "In another year or so, I would've understood." He chuckled. "Back home, German was something we got sophomore year."

"It's not even an elective here." He shook his head, then shrugged. "But America is not so interested in being international. It can afford the arrogance." He said softly.

"Brazil has a sizable German population." Roberto smiled. "It's kind of the way they offer Spanish here."

"Not that many native speakers make it this far north." He shook his head, feeling more culturally isolated than usual as he watched things that just didn't exist in his old home.

"Nor do native speakers of Portuguese." Roberto said sympathetically, and squeezed Kurt's hand reassuringly.

"And now I am just spoiling the fun." Kurt chuckled a bit ruefully. "Dance?"

"I believe that's what we came here for." Roberto smiled, set his glass down, and stepped toward the dance floor pulling Kurt gently with him.

The Sun's Night 9.99: Dancing Date

PG-13 for M/M
Het Level is None
Slash Level is
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

14 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written June 19, 2003 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Todd McCall

Setting: X-Men: Evolution

Primary Races: Human, Mutant

Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M).

Pairings: Roberto 'Sunspot' DaCosta/Kurt 'Nightcrawler' Wagner

Blurb: Roberto asks Kurt out on a date to Pandemonium, the underage dance club in Bayview.

Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.

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