Kurt watched as Cassandra unbelted and ran to help the young student. She hadn't the time to scream before she was gone. He didn't even hesitate a second before he vanished in his signature bamf as he left the cabin smelling of sulfur.

He pulled his limbs close to him to catch up to her falling form. Cassie looked up and saw Kurt above her. He had rocketed out of no where, this was his time to shine. He had all the grace and skill bestowed on a circus performer. She only wish that the circumstances were better so that she might actually get to enjoy watching him. He reached her quickly and started to wrap his body around her. She slipped her frozen hands onto his back, underneath his heavy jacket as his tail found a home at her waist. Once they were completely interlocked he teleported.

Cassie found herself back in the Blackbird, and she wonder if that was an improvement from outside as they were falling at relatively the same rate. Though at least she wouldn't die alone, falling to the earth. Her face was buried in Kurt's neck and all she could do was smell the sent of him a combination of leather and incense and pulled his body only a little closer to her own. His left hand released her as he gripped at something to hold them inside the plane. With her last ounce of courage Cassie reached out to Jean with her telepathic powers.

Jean?

Yes? Her telepathic voice made an enervated, feeble noise that faded in and out Cassie's mind.

Can you fix this? Use your powers to close that hole??

No, I've tried, I'm tapped dry. Cass, honey, I am so sorry. I wish I change this. Cassie knew that Jean was not simply apologizing for her simple lack of power, she was repentant for more than what had happened that day

It's okay, I'm sorry too. With that small act of atonement she settled into Kurt's soft neck and braced herself for impact. When it didn't come at the moment she thought it should she looked up through his hair. She followed Logan's line of sight to the hole watching mystified as it closed of its own accord.

"Kurt, sit up a bit, love," her accent was softly muffled into his neck and sent a thrill down his spine. Kurt lifted off her slightly, only to notice that the air pressure had returned and there was no longer a need to hold on to Cassandra. He dared only a moment of weakness for himself to keep his face mere inches from her own. He blushed, offering his hands to her, helping her to stand.

Cassie looked through the cockpit window to see Mystique waving genteelly at them. Kurt had backed away only marginally and was glancing out the window over her shoulder. His breath was hot on her cheek, his hand on her lower back as he leaned forward and his tail had slipped from her waist to her leg. She found, oddly that she did not mind this closeness and that she was, in fact, moderately enjoying it.

She reached out with her mind as Magneto wasn't wearing the helmet that would have kept her out. He was amused, wondering when they would learn the proper way to fly. She stared at Magneto as he set the plane softly on the ground.