The jet was silent, probably for the first time since they had left. Between Logan's never-ending ramblings and Kurt's obnoxious prattling there was hardly a moment of peace and quiet between them. So Logan was relieved at the fact that the kid had tired out and decided he'd rather sleep the rest of the ride out rather than argue back and forth with him. He was even more relieved when the mansion finally came into view.

The older mutant had been flying nonstop for over nine hours, he was ready to crawl into bed and promptly pass out. Knowing his luck though, Charles probably already had some more errands lined up for him to run. Coasting the Bird to the ground, Logan gently landed it before coming to a full stop just before the hangar.

Logan leaned back into his chair with a sigh. Now, with the engine turned off and the wind no longer whistling past them, the jet was truly quiet and he could hear Kurt's light snoring coming from the cot. He turned around to see that the kid hadn't even stirred from his sleep and was still curled in on himself, his back turned to Logan.

Logan stood up and walked over to the boy, studying the sleeping form with mild curiosity. Only in his sleep did the boy look even somewhat peaceful and at ease, a sharp contrast to the stiff shoulders and tight face that he usually sported. Logan reached over and shook him awake.

"Wake up, boy, we're here."

Kurt scrunched his eyes tighter before blinking them open. There was a moment of disorientation before memories of the past few days suddenly resurfaced and he remembered where he was. With a groan he rolled over and planted his feet to the floor, erecting himself into a sitting position. Arching his back and raising his arms well above his head, he stretched to get his blood flowing and thoughts together.

Logan was already in the next room, gathering his things and tidying up what little trash he left behind. Kurt grabbed his knapsack from under the cot. He didn't bring back much from the base. He carried with him just enough clothes for a few days and some more personal items.

"You got everything?" Logan called out from the other room. Kurt looked around him with numb eyes and forced himself up.

"Ja," he replied calmly and met the other man who was standing in the other room and waiting for him. They walked up to the exit which Logan had opened with the press of a few buttons on a pad situated by it. The door gently flew open, a whoosh of compressed air escaping with it as sheets of sunshine poured in, temporarily blinding the both them.

As Kurt's sensitive eyes were still adjusting to the light, Logan had already hopped off and, already quite familiar with his surroundings, made his way to Kurt did not know where. Forced to depend on his leading the way, Kurt 'ported just beside him and followed his steps.

"It's still noon, the other kids are at school. You can meet 'em all later. You'll be attending both Xavier's academy and regular schooling with 'em as well."

Kurt had other opinions about that very last part, but kept his thoughts to himself for the moment.

"Till then you'll meet the Professor first. Then you'll be his problem."

Kurt snorted and quipped back

"Problem? If I remember correctly, you were the one who approached me and practically begged me to join you," he drawled to which Logan merely grunted at. He led him outside, to the front courtyard, and Kurt was met with the sight of a huge mansion situated in the middle of it all. He hadn't seen it flying in, having been asleep, so Logan watched for a reaction.

"Nice place," Kurt said with a shrug. Ungrateful brat.

"You'll be living here from now on. Come on, the Prof is probably in his study," the older man grumbled making Kurt smile inwardly, pleased with himself at already getting on the man's nerves.

The inside of the mansion was grander still, and yet also comfortable. Logan led him along hallways and staircases until they finally reached their destination. He knocked twice before letting himself in.

"Well old man, here you go."

The "old man" was seated behind a desk, various papers and files spread out before him. He was obviously very engrossed in his work as the bald professor looked up in surprise.

"Ah, Logan. I see you've returned. And you brought a friend," Xavier's gaze turned towards Kurt himself which he met politely and nodded to.

"So how was your trip?" Xavier asked pleasantly to which Logan merely waved his hand to in a dismissing matter.

"Later. First I need a shower, a drink, and a nap." Logan insisted before Charles could rope him into any more chores.

"Very well. I will acquaint myself with our young friend than."

"Sure." And with that, Logan headed out, leaving Kurt alone with this strange man. As the door shut behind him he suddenly felt very awkward, unsure as to how to converse with him.

"Please, have a seat," Xavier offered, gesturing to one of the chairs set in front of his desk. Kurt did so, shrugging his backpack off and setting it at his feet.

"You'll have to excuse the mess, I'm afraid I wasn't expecting you so soon. None the matter, however. You're here now and that's that," he said with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

"Herr Logan did not inform you of our arrival?" he asked just to say something.

"No, but that's expected with him. I hope you don't mind my asking, but your accent is very distinguished. German?"

"Yes," Kurt confirmed with a slight nod, "Bavarian, to be more specific."

"I see. But Logan found you in Romania, did he not?" the Professor questioned with a curious intone. Kurt swallowed slightly and tapped his fingers against the side of his thigh.

"I... I like to travel a lot. My abilities make that easy," he explained. That was mostly the truth anyway. The Professor nodded at that, satisfied with the answer. He suddenly started and smiled wider.

"Where are my manners, you must be exhausted. Here, I'll show you to your room where you can rest up and we shall talk more later." Kurt noticed for the first time wheelchair that the man was bound to as he pulled out and away from the desk and wheeled himself across the room. He didn't bother mentioning that he wasn't tired at all, having slept most of the ride here, but he wasn't going to argue either.

Getting up, he opened the door for the Professor who led the way. Another set of hallways and staircases later, and the Professor had led him to one long hallway with many doors to either side of it.

"This is the boys' wing, your room is the third one from the left. You'll be sharing it with another student, Evan. I hope you don't mind."

He did mind actually. Very much. Deciding once more to hold his tongue; however, he simply nodded again and thanked the Professor.

"Very well, ..." Xavier trailed off and eventually shot off a sheepish smile, "My apologies, I'm afraid I never asked for your name. How rude of me," The Professor said with an airy laugh to which the newest member merely shrugged.

"It's Kurt," he supplied helpfully.

"Just Kurt?"

"Ja," he confirmed, "Just Kurt."

The Professor gave him this look, one that the newest member wasn't entirely sure what to make of. Finally the Professor smiled somewhat sadly and replied:

"I'll just leave you to rest now, Kurt. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask myself or anyone else. This is your home now; feel free to treat it as such."

The kind words and generous offers left him feeling a bit sick. Why were these people treating him like this? Especially since he had done nothing to deserve such kindness. Forcing himself to push down on these new and strange feelings, he quickly took up a resolve once more. He wasn't here to make friends. He had a job to do.

"Thank you," he replied tritely and with one final nod the Professor turned to leave. As he listened to the chair wheeling down the hallway, Kurt realized that he was more or less left to his devices. Deciding that he may as well check out his new room, Kurt shouldered his knapsack and swung the door open.

It was a large enough bedroom, equipped with two beds, two desks, and a closet fit for two. It was a bit messy, with clothes and random objects strewn about. Rather than being peeved at the mess though, he was relieved. Kurt was in no way a neat person himself, so at least his new roommate couldn't complain about his habits either.

There were bound to be other complaints though, he felt. Surprisingly enough, the Professor seemed rather unfazed by his appearance as Logan was. But that didn't guarantee that the young students would accept him as easily as they had.

Folding up what little clothes he had brought with him, Kurt put them away on what he assumed to be his side of the closet as it was rather empty. Tossing the empty knapsack under the unused bed, now his bed, Kurt resisted the urge to go snooping around his new roommate's stuff.

Figuring he would have plenty of opportunity to snoop later, Kurt climbed into the bed and dug himself under the sheets, suddenly feeling exhausted. He had figured that the long ride on the way over would have rested him up, but the bed seemed way too comfortable to pass up on.

Before he knew it, he was already falling back asleep.

It was Friday afternoon. It was also the first warm day in forever - a pleasant and welcome break from the dreary, cloudy days that have been filling up the month.

So why the hell was Evan still sitting in a classroom, surrounded by kids he didn't like, and listening to a lecture he already understood.

Brrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnngggg.

"Finally," he huffed under his breath, hastily stuffing his notebooks into his backpack.

"Evan, Scott wants to know if you're getting a ride with him or not?" Kitty snuck up behind him, lightly jabbing his side with her elbows.

The teen thought about how he should probably get back home as soon as possible and get started on the ridiculous amount of homework assigned over the weekend to get it out of the way. But as much as he loved riding - would probably love driving it more - in Scott's sweet car, there was no way he was going to miss out on the only chance he would get at spending some time outside before homework, chores, and the Danger Room took up his time.

"Nah, it's fine. Tell him to leave without me."

Kitty shrugged her shoulders and left him with a quick "Kay" before leaving to catch up with her friends. Evan picked up his board from the office and idly skated back home. He heard honking behind him, and Scott's car sped past him, some waves being thrown his way which he returned.

He didn't mind. He was just glad to be outside. Besides, the mansion wasn't even too far away from school.

Kicking his foot to the ground a couple times to propel himself forward, Evan rushed down the hill. As he got closer to the mansion, he began slowing down. Not in a rush to get back, he took his time the last half of the ride back.

"Look who finally showed up," Scott announced as Evan entered in through the kitchen door. Everyone was already home, either lounging around and snacking, or snacking and doing homework.

Scott and Jean were at the table, their Physics textbook spread out before them and a half empty bag of chips by them. Kitty and Rogue were chatting about something or another at the counter, sharing a tub of ice cream between the two of them.

"I noticed the jet's back in the hangar. Logan's back?" Evan changed the subject, looking to browse through the fridge himself in hopes of finding something good to eat.

"Probably. Haven't seen him though. The Professor left a note about some errands, so he and Ms. Munroe are out, too."

Evan gave up with the fridge and moved onto the cupboards.

"And Mr. McCoy?"

"Well, the "Do Not Disturb" sign is up at his lab again, so he'll probably be in there all day."

Nodding, Evan shut the cupboard door, having found nothing. It wasn't often that they had the mansion more or less to themselves so he decided to take advantage of that.

Giving up entirely on food, he left the kitchen and went for his room. As much as loved having a busy schedule and almost always having something to do, it was also nice to have some private time.

It seemed; however, that privacy wasn't going to make time for him. There was definitely someone asleep in the extra bed of his room. And that's when he remembered. Logan was home. And he brought with him their newest member.

The Professor warned him beforehand that he would now be sharing his room with someone else.

The guy was curled up into the sheets, half of his body entangled into them and the other half hanging precariously off the bed. The guy was also... kind of weird looking.

Quickly he shot out of his room, down the hallway, down the stairs, and back into the kitchen.

"You guys? Logan's back, right?"

They all looked up at him, caught off guard by his sudden entrance and excited questions.

"Yeah, why?" Jean confirmed once more.

"Well, why'd he leave in the first place?" Rather than answering her directly, Evan went for indirectly leading them to the answer.

"To retrieve another mutant..." Scott trailed off as what Evan was implying finally hit him.

"Ohmigosh, is he here already?" Kitty asked excitedly. She welcomed every new member and was always excited at the prospect of making a new friend. Especially if they were like her and the rest of the mansion residents.

"Yep, and he's passed out in my room."

The stillness didn't last for long before everyone rose out of their chairs and raced towards the boys' wing. Evan was in the lead, Kitty hot on his trails.

"I say we prank him," he whispered to her so that the older kids wouldn't hear him and spoil their fun.

"Totally," Kitty readily agreed just as they reached his room. Evan got left behind as she simply phased through the door and the others caught up to him as he opened it.

When they all entered, Kitty was already crouching over him, studying the sleeping form with curiosity.

"Whoa," she whispered so as not to wake him, "He looks like... he looks like Mr. McCoy a little."

The rest gathered around her, studying him as well.

"Mm, maybe ah' bit cuter th'n McCoy," Rogue mused, taking note of his sharp and well defined facial features. By now, they were all crowding around the bed, leaning in on each other trying to get close and get a clear view of the new kid.

Something must have disturbed his sleep as he was starting to wake up. Slowly, one eye sluggishly opened halfway before both shot wide open.

"Scheiße!" the word flew out of his mouth in a panic as he tried to wrestle out of his trap in the sheets before only managing to fall off the bed and hit his head.

"Oof," he grunted as he struggled to get up into a sitting position.

He realized that there were five blank faces staring back at him as he was gingerly massaging the bump on the back of his head.

"Vhat the hell are you all doing?" he demanded, and the blank faces suddenly cracked into smiles.

One, the girl with the ponytail, squealed and covered her mouth with her hands.

"His accent is soooo cute," she stated and then gasped.

"And his ears! He's like a little elf!" she said, even more excited as Kurt simply stared back at her in astonishment.

This... this wasn't the reaction he was expecting either.

"Ein elf?" he repeated disbelievingly. He had been called lots of things in his lifetime. Lots of demeaning, dehumanizing, and cruel things. But elf might have been one of the most insulting.

He was certainly no elf.

AN: Is the last scene weird? I feel like I could have handled that better, but it's 2 am and I really just want to post this chapter up already. As always, thanks for the reviews and I would love to hear some more from you all. Thanks for reading!