Nightsilver Oneshots

Breakfast

Kurt stood in front of the stove, sizzling sounds coming from it.

Hank, who walked in with Alex basically drooling on his shoulder, greeted the eighteen year old, making a break for the coffee pot as the older Summers wondered towards the kitchen table, snoring softly once his head hit it.

Soon, more people wondered in, some only coming to steal some of the bacon and pancakes that both Jean and Kurt were making, others getting coffee or simply sitting at the table a chatting.

Logan, Scott, and Laura all sat together, the little girl seeming to be the most awake of the three.

Once almost everyone was out, Kurt was startled by someone resting their chin in the crook of his neck, but relaxed once he realized it was just Peter.

Jean, who was the last one, made a signing out gesture with morning bags under her eyes and walked out.

"Hey." Peter greeted softly, his warm breath tickling Kurt's short fur.

"Hey." he greeted back.

"Last night was fun." Peter stated, and Kurt could swear he felt his grin on his neck, and blushed a deep purple, placing the last of the food onto a plate. "We should do it again some time." his hands balled up the back of Kurt's shirt, and Peter mumbled a "or now" and then turned him around softly, meeting his lips with a kiss.

He continued his kiss, Kurt kissing back with as much enthusiasm, until Peter noticed the food, breaking the kiss and patting the seat next to him when he sat at the table. Kurt glared softly.