It's been a while, but finally Blindspot is back! My OTP is back with the angst and it's already killing me.
Moving on. Okay, so that deleted scene with the drawing of Kurt was too much not to write about. I really hope this will be coming up later in the season.
Here is my little drabble on the subject.
Jane sits quietly in the conference room, working on some drawings. They've had a long day and she wasn't ready to go to the safe house yet. Oscar was waiting for her there.
She finishes the flaming rose that could be found on her stomach. A few more lines and she's done. The glass door slides open and she instinctively shuts the notebook. Her eyes land on his clear blue ones.
"Hey," he says, gruffly.
"Hi," she replies, looking down at the table.
He clears his throat and steps closer. "What's that?" he asks. She glances up at him and see he's pointing at the notebook. Once he knows she saw he was pointing at the notebook, his arm returns to fold across his chest.
"Oh," her hand flies to the notebook, drawing it closer to her. "Just some drawings I've been working on."
"Can I see?" he asks, softly.
She hesitates. The notebook is almost full of her drawings. Most of them tattoos that he has already seen. She can't remember if there is anything he shouldn't see. All of this hiding and lying is weighing on her.
Slowly, she glides the notebook across the table. Kurt sits and flips open the first page. He keeps flipping with a soft smile on his face.
"These are great, Jane," he says, glancing up at her.
She smiles, timidly. Her hand flies out when he turns the page. Before he can see it, her hand is covering the detailed picture of his face.
He chuckles softly. "What is it, Jane?" he asks.
"It's not finished," she says quickly.
"I'm sure it's fine."
She reluctantly removes her hand form the drawing she's found comfort in, in the last few weeks. His eyes widen slightly. He picks up the edge of the notebook. He looks at it intently.
"I, um," Jane tries to find an explanation.
"It's amazing, Jane." Before she can speak, Kurt puts the notebook back on the table. "I've been really confused," he starts. "When you didn't meet me, I was confused." He seems to be struggling finding the right words.
"Kurt," she tries, again, to find something to say.
"No, Jane," his voice is soft. Not like the demanding Agent Weller he usually is. "I'm not going to let this go. I'm not letting you go."
"Kurt," she sighs. "It's complicated. Please."
"How is it complicated, Jane? You've been icing me out for weeks. Why?"
"Please, Kurt," she begs. Knowing that if he pushes anymore, she'll cave. "I can't tell you. I can't."
She grabs the notebook and tucks it under her arm. "I have to go," she says, glancing at the clock.
"Jane!" he calls after her, but he doesn't move from his chair. He knows that when she's ready, she'll tell him. He just has to wait and not to push too hard.
She leaves Kurt, wanting to stay, but knowing the more time she spends with him, the more the truth starts to crawl out. When she gets in the elevator, she flips to the page where she drew his face. Her eyes fall closed. All she can remember is his lips on hers.
Hopefully, Jane thinks, it won't be the last time we kiss, Kurt Weller. I'm sorry.
THE END
