I know, I know. It's been a really long time. But, as I said from the beginning, this story is going to be about love, which isn't just one day in the year. So, yes, in July I'm posting the (finally!) finished chapter that I wanted to post on the actual Valentine's Day. :)

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This chapter is dedicated to the lovely Sporks, who requested from the beginning that I write a Kurt/Amanda one shot. You made me love them even more than I did before. Thank you. You never cease to make me smile. ^_^ I hope you love it. :)

Enjoy! ^_^

Chapter Three: True Beauty

Voices. They were all around him - snickering, taunting, bitter voices. They wouldn't stop coming, not even for a second.

They weren't just voices of the present. No, that would have been to easy. They were voices of the past, things he'd tried to forget. All the memories he'd buried with a smile came flooding back mercilessly, leaving him unsure of which had happened long ago and which were happening now.

"Kurt!" He heard someone - Amanda, he thought - calling out to him over the ruckus.

He wanted to get to her, but everyone was surrounding him and he knew very well that trying to escape their words was pretty much impossible.

That night had been perfect up until about ten minutes ago.

It was the night of Valentine's Day. Kurt Wagner, wanting to be a romantic boyfriend, had taken Amanda out to dinner. That had gone just as planned.

Even holding her hand as they walked to the park under the moonlight had gone well. He was beginning to think he was actually falling in love. Everything was great.

But his stupid holowatch just had to mess up, didn't it? In public. On the sidewalk. With a bunch of other people out walking as well. Long story short, his cover was blown and he couldn't fix the watch, no matter how hard he'd tried.

People still weren't used to mutants, especially not ones like Nightcrawler. They still couldn't handle the fact that not everyone in the world was exactly the same. They hated him because he was different.

Covering his head with his hands, he tried to block out the sounds of their voices. He could still hear them, though - no matter how hard he tried to tune them out.

"What're you, a demon?" one man asked. "What makes you think you should just walk around out in the open?"

Kurt could feel the people getting closer, closing in around him. He shut his eyes, wanting to cry. He hadn't felt like this since he was in Germany.

Sure, he'd had nightmares, and he'd spent some days remembering nothing but his past. Nothing like this had ever happened, though. This is what the X-Men could never understand. They never saw how hard it was for him sometimes. They never saw how, no matter what, no regular person could ever accept him. At least the others looked normal.

Americans were just as bad as the Germans had been before, if not worse. They attacked verbally instead of hunting him down. They had surrounded him, though, leaving him lying on the ground in a curled up, helpless ball, trying to block it all out.

"Kurt!" It was Amanda again. He opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he heard another person call him a demon. He wanted to get out of there, but he wasn't sure how. Years of pain and torture came flooding back into his mind as he listened to every word they were saying. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't block it out. Why not? This was supposed to be perfect. This night was supposed to be spent with Amanda. Why did the stupid image inducer have to mess up?

Amanda tried to move past a man who easily resembled Santa Claus, but found herself unable to do so when he planted his feet firmly on the ground and stood there like a skyscraper, in her way. Huffing angrily, she tried once again to call to Kurt, but he didn't respond, for his hands were over his elfish ears. Sighing to herself, the girl moved around the circle of people and squeezed between a woman with a baby, who was complaining about how unsafe it was to walk the streets these days, due to mutants messing everything up.

Amanda got down on all fours, moving around everyone's feet in order to reach her boyfriend. She didn't care if her dress was getting dirty, she didn't care whether or not those people thought she was crazy, and she didn't care that her Valentine's Day date had been ruined. All she cared about right now was helping Nightcrawler. She hadn't thought of it before, but she truly was one of the only people who didn't mind mutants, one of the only people who would dare fall in love with one these days. But she had, and the world couldn't change that.

Pushing a few people out of her way, she finally reached the fuzzy elf. He was shaking a bit, whimpering softly. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Kurt."

He jumped in surprise, but moved just enough so he could see her. The other people hadn't shut up yet, but focusing on her face made everything a bit better. She looked sorry for him. Her brown eyes were soft, loving, and they gave him a little bit of hope, even in the midst of his storm. She wasn't like everyone else. She never would be.

"It's okay," she whispered, wiping a few stray tears from his furry cheek. "They don't understand yet, but they will someday." She smiled the smallest of smiles and took his hand. "Let's get out of here."

There was a quick bamf, some smoke, and then they were gone, leaving behind an angry, confused crowd of people.

They ended up somewhere halfway between the park and his home, next to a deserted bus stop. Kurt looked terribly upset and exhausted, so Amanda led him over to the bench close by, sitting down next to him, not once letting go of his hand.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, Kurt lost in his thoughts and Amanda trying to figure out what to do next. It would probably best if the two of them went back home, but, then again, she knew he probably didn't feel like going anywhere at this point.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leaning her head on him. "I'm so sorry, Kurt."

"Nein," he muttered, wiping his face on his arm. "I am sorry. Tonight vas supposed to be special."

"It was," she assured him, rubbing his back gently to help him calm down. "It was the most amazing date I've ever been on."

He doubted that, but nodded, anyway.

She sighed, trying to meet his golden eyes, but he wouldn't allow her to. "Kurt, look at me." He obeyed, reluctantly. "Those people were wrong, you know."

"Zey vere right. Not about everyzing, but about a lot," he told her, and she noticed his accent came out more when he was upset. "I look like a demon. They vere scared of me." Amanda watched sorrowfully as he stared down at his three fingered, blue hands. "I've always known I am not like everyone else, but . . . I thought, in America, zings vould be different."

She wasn't so sure she wanted to know the answer, but she took a deep breath, and asked, quietly, "What do you mean 'different'? What was it like in Germany?"

He was silent for a few, long moments, trying to gather his thoughts, so he'd be able to tell the story without putting too many opinions into it. "Back vhen I lived in Germany, people vere afraid of me. I had no image inducer. I usually stayed home, but . . . one night, I left, only for a few minutes. People saw me and, before I knew it, zey vere chasing me vith weapons. They vere screaming and calling me a demon. I ran for a long time zat night. It vas terrifying."

He sighed, images of that horrible night flooding his mind once again. "My parents didn't mind how I looked, but zey tried to keep me safe from the rest of the town. Vhen I came to America to meet the professor, I zought zings vould change. Zey didn't, though. People here hate mutants, too. Especially blue, fuzzy demons."

Amanda knew, even at that moment, that she'd never be able to truly understand what her boyfriend must have been feeling, what all mutants must have felt. She knew she'd never be able to relate, or to understand what he was going through, but she could, at the very least, be there for him. She stared into the eyes that she'd become so familiar with, the eyes she adored. "Kurt . . . Sometimes people fear what they don't understand. It's the same in every country. People tend to make assumptions before they know the truth, but it's just because they're scared."

"Ja. Of me."

She shook her head quickly, taking his hand and squeezing it. "No. Not of you. They're afraid of all mutants. They're judging you for who they think you are, not who you really are."

He'd never once felt so confused. He'd never once been so disappointed in both himself and others. Amanda, who was perfect in every sense of the word, was supposed to be spending her Valentine's Day night having the greatest time of her life. She was supposed to be somewhere nice, watching a chick flick, not at a bus stop comforting him. Even so, he didn't want her to leave his side. He needed her, even if it was a bit selfish. "And who am I?"

She smiled, a real, wide one that seemed to be the most genuine smile he'd ever seen. "You, Kurt, are not a demon. You're not just a mutant. You are the most amazing person I've ever met. You're cute, smart, funny, and sweet." She winked. "Did I mention you were sweet?" She stared up at the stars, content with simply holding his hand under the streetlight, sitting on an old, wooden bench. Even the nicest restaurant in the world couldn't have been more incredible than this. "Demons don't help people. They don't care about others. They drag people down. And you have never done that. You're not what everyone says you are. You're wonderful, Kurt, and you always have been."

He could only gape at her, unsure of what he could say after that. He knew the X-Men cared about him, he knew they would all do anything to help him. But he hadn't heard anyone say such nice things to him, ever before. He'd never heard an average human say anything like that. Amanda may have been a regular girl, but she wasn't like all the others. She saw him for who he was, not what the world called him. She cared enough to see who he truly was, to want to know what was underneath all that blue fur.

"Beauty isn't always on the outside, you know," she went on. "People go based on how others look, but that means they're missing the best part. True beauty comes from the inside."

"Ze inside?" he managed. Suddenly he felt much like a small child, talking to an older, wiser woman. She didn't seem like a sixteen year old anymore. She seemed like she was eighty-something and wise beyond her years.

She moved closer to him, placing a hand over the left side of his chest. "The inside. Your heart. What's in there is what matters, that's where beauty comes from." She smiled even wider, if possible. "Kurt, honestly, I know a lot of people who pretend. I know they pretend to be something they're not. I know people whose hearts aren't as nice as their bodies. But . . . You're different. Your heart is amazing and beautiful." She reached up to put a hand on his cheek. He put his hand on top of hers. "You have a heart of gold. And you don't look like a demon. You look like an angel, on the inside and out."

Kurt wanted to thank her, he wanted to somehow express the overjoyed, floating-on-clouds feeling inside of him, but words could not explain it. Nothing he said would ever show her how much she meant to him, how thankful he was for not only her words, but her as a person. "Danke," he whispered, more meaning behind that word than she would ever know.

Before he knew it, he was leaning toward her gradually, smiling softly, his fangs showing. He'd been waiting to do this all night and maybe, just maybe, she would understand everything he was feeling, if this one, simple thing happened.

"I love you, Kurt," she whispered, leaning toward him as well.

He didn't answer, but their kiss answered for him. Now she would understand what she had just taught him. Now she would know that she was the angel, sent to him from above. Now she would know that she held a beauty more beautiful than anyone else's. She was his angel and she always would be.

Thanks for reading! :) I hope Amanda was in character, it's been a while since I've seen an episode with her in it...

I had another idea for this chapter that didn't include the image inducer messing up, but I decided to go with this. Maybe later when I want to write another Kurt/Amanda one shot, I'll post that version. ;)

Also, thanks for anyone who suggested a couple! ^_^ I'm really excited about all of the ones y'all want me to write about! Rogue and Gambit were requested twice, so that will most likely be the next chapter. ;D Then, of course, I'll do the Wanda/Pyro and Wanda/Todd chapters.

OH. Also, to those who know a lot about Pyro, can some of you guys either review or shoot me a PM and explain his personality and such to me? I remember nothing about him almost and I'll need to know quite a few things before I can write the Wanda/Pyro chapter. Thanks!

Now, it's time for a dare. I dare you to go tell someone you love them. Right now. I don't care if it's someone you know, or a total stranger. Just go tell someone you love them. :) Have a great night! ^_^