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Room for Two

((The first part of a story for @phcenixgirl since she gave me the idea! Be warned: I have not proofread at all since I wrote it, but she’s eager to read it, and I’m eager to share it, so here goes.))

“Oh no.”

“What?” Kurt asked, doing his best impression of a pack mule. He entered the room behind Rachel, lugging two suitcases behind him and carrying two bags on his shoulders. Gentleman that he was, he had insisted on carrying Rachel's luggage, which was considerably more than any person could have possibly needed for a three-night stay.

“There's one bed,” Rachel explained, not moving from where she had stopped when she first saw the single queen-sized bed.

Kurt craned his neck to see around her, all the while trying to keep from bumping her backside with the bags strapped to him. “We'll just have to call the front desk to request a different room.” Obviously, there had been a mix-up, but mix-ups could be fixed.

Rachel sighed and moved towards the phone. “Why couldn't we have just arrived to a nice room and been able to rest before dinner? I'm exhausted.”

Kurt kept his mouth shut. He knew better than to argue with someone who was both tired and hungry. Instead, he began extricating himself from the straps of Rachel's bags and set them down with her giant, overstuffed suitcase. His lone, small suitcase sat by itself. “I'm going to go to the bathroom. You call the front desk, and I'm sure we'll be able to move rooms soon.” He'd been flying the whole way, and, addict that he was, he'd been drinking coffee the whole time. He had to go.

Rachel plopped down on the bed and reached for the phone. She hadn't exactly been thrilled about this assignment in the first place, but for some reason (most likely her combination of telepathy and telekinesis as well as her personal experience with the Phoenix Force), Scott had decided she should go. Though she was much more comfortable in combat missions, the life of an X-Man demanded more: She must be skilled in the social sphere, adept at public speaking, persuading others, and lobbying. It was a headache. At least she had one of her best friends with her to make the two-day conference on mutant rights more bearable.

Picking up the phone, she dialed the front desk.

“Front desk, how may I help you?” Came a pleasant female voice from the other end.

“Yeah, I'm in room three fourteen, and there's been a mistake. We ordered a double room, but we got a single.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Let me see what we can do.”

Rachel waited, listening to the sound of long fingernails tapping on a keyboard.

“I'm sorry, ma'am. We're completely booked this weekend. Everybody's in town for the graduation at the university.”

Rachel grimaced and put her free hand over her face. “Are you sure there aren't any double rooms?”

“There's nothing free. I'm so sorry. We can send you a roll-away bed and an extra blanket and pillow, if you like.”

“You can't even give us free room service or something to make up for it?”

“I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't offer room service. I can contact my manager and see if we can give you a free night's stay.”

“No, that's all right,” Rachel didn't want to stay any longer than necessary. “Thanks anyway.”

“Shall I send up a roll-away bed?”

“No, we're good. Thank you.” She hung up the phone as soon as Kurt emerged from the bathroom.

“So?” He asked, expectant.

“So, they're all booked up. We're stuck with this room.”

Kurt looked around the room, his thought process clear on his face. “I can sleep on the chair, then. You can have the bed. I'll just need a pillow and a blanket. Perhaps the front desk can--”

“No way, Fuzzy. We're sharing the bed.”

Kurt forgot to hide his surprise.

“Oh, come on. Don't look so freaked out. It's no big deal. You aren't going to be sinning by sharing a bed with me,” Rachel grinned, unable to resist picking on him a bit.

“I-I know that,” the poor Elf responded quickly, his accent noticeably thicker in his flustered state. He definitely substituted a d sound for the th. “I'm not freaked out. I just...ah, what is the word?” He muttered, trying to figure out the appropriate word for his feelings.

Rachel had gotten pretty good at staying out of people's heads, but she noticed it when Kurt switched from English to German while flipping through his mental dictionary. It was like listening to background noise on the T.V. while not paying attention to anything that was said, the sounds not even registering as words but only as voices, and then the language changed completely. She had to refocus to keep from intruding on his inner monologue.

“Surprised,” he finally decided, having momentarily forgotten the word in English and had to translate back from German. “I didn't think you would be okay with that.”

His accent had resumed its normal cadence, and the background noise went back to meaningless yet familiar gibberish.

The blue X-Man ventured a small grin, his fangs and elvish features making the gesture look just as mischievous as he felt, “I always imagined you as one of those spread-eagle-take-up-the-whole-bed kind of girls.”

Rachel returned his expression with raised eyebrows and a small smirk of her own. “Depends on my mood. And how do you sleep? Upside down?”

Kurt laughed. “Hardly, though I must warn you: I cuddle, and my tail tends to wrap around the leg of my bedmate.”

“Wrap your tail around your own leg, or you might wake up without it,” the redhead retorted, playfulness underlying her severity.

“I'm not sure I want to share a bed with you,” Kurt feigned timidity, but ultimately, he couldn't keep from laughing.

“Anything else I should know?” Rachel asked, keeping up her facade.

“Nein. Und du?” The Elf asked.

Rachel smirked. “I'll kick you out if you get too handsy.”

“Me?” One two-fingered hand flew to Kurt's chest. “Never! I am a gentleman!”

Rachel finally gave in, laughing at her friend's antics. “Sure you are. Now, let's go get some dinner. I'm starving.”

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