"It is not up to you Kurt! It is none of your damn business who I date!" Sarah argued with him.
"It is, Sarah. If it's Reade, it is." Kurt breathed the same time as her.
"I don't need you playing protective older brother, so thanks," Sarah spoke.
"I'm not," Kurt countered.
"Yes you are," Sarah continued.
"I'm not in the way that you think," Kurt argued.
"Okay, well then enlighten me, please," Sarah breathed.
"We've had so much loss in our lives. Our mom, Taylor, and dad's sick. I spoke to Reade, he told me things were serious. If it's true," Kurt paused.
"It is," Sarah answered.
"Do you know how dangerous my job is? The risks that I have to take," Kurt spoke.
"Kurt," Sarah sighed.
"Reade's job is exactly the same. The last thing that I want is you, or Sawyer, to lose someone that you love," Kurt tried to explain.
"Kurt, you don't need to protect everybody," Sarah pled with him.
"That's my point, Sarah!" Kurt started to shout.
"What's your point?" Sarah started to ask, softly.
"I can't protect everyone! Do you know how much it takes? It takes all of me! IT TAKES EVERYTHING FROM ME!" Kurt continued to stare at his sister, with his blue eyes wide. She just stared back, rocking back and forth on her feet.
"Kurt, what's going on?" Sarah whispered. Kurt blinked twice, and started to back away from her. He turned to the table, and grabbed his jacket while she stayed at the kitchen table.
"I'm not angry at you, alright? I'm sorry if I woke him up," Kurt spoke softly, and then walked briskly out the door. He walked to the stairs and slammed that door, since he couldn't slam the apartment door with Sarah watching him. He knew he should just turn around, go apologize, and try to explain things to Sarah. But she wouldn't understand. She's always sort of let him do the whole protective older brother thing, just because she knew he needed to after Taylor disappeared. She obviously did not understand what was at stake here, her wellbeing was at risk enough having Kurt as a brother. She couldn't honestly fall for Reade, she can't date anyone FBI. She already has to deal with Kurt's FBI commitment, she can't have that in her romantic life, too. Kurt stomped down the last step, and out into the cool night air. He took a deep breath and started walking down the street. His mind wondered to Jane, the kiss that he can't stop thinking about. Why the hell did she kiss him, and why the hell wouldn't she talk to him after that? He wanted answers, and clearly she wasn't going to give them willingly. He found that his legs took him straight to Jane's safe house when he was actually walking down her street. When he got to her door, there were no signs that she was there. The lights were off, and her detail wasn't really paying attention. He could tell from the phone lights shining on their faces in their car down the road. Instead of walking back home, like he should be at the late hour of 2 in the morning, he decided to knock on the door. Maybe she was home, just sitting in the dark. His logic was so skewed that it's almost like he was drunk. Maybe he shouldn't knock, she might be asleep. He decided to just sit on her small patio, just waiting for something. He didn't quite know how long he would be sitting there. His head was in his hands, he was reminiscing on her lips when he heard a quiet opening of the door.
"Kurt?" he heard a tentative voice and then lifted his head, but he didn't respond.
"Is everything okay?" Jane asked, walking to sit next to him. He was in the middle, so she tried to sit far away from him to keep her thoughts from wondering to less appropriate things. "Do you need to talk?" she asked.
"That's the last thing I need," Kurt huskily said, still not looking at her.
"Do you want to come in? I have beer, and some soup," she chuckled at her own menu choices.
"No, that's okay," Kurt said again, in his husky voice, and she can't think anymore.
"Kurt, what's wrong?" Jane asked.
"Nothing, just protecting," Kurt cynically spoke. Jane couldn't take it anymore, so she put her hand on his two, and started rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand. She felt him flinch the moment she touched him, but she pressed on.
"Thank you, for today. Really, I appreciate you standing up for me," Jane explained.
"Good to know someone does," Kurt just looked upward at the stars.
"What can I do?" Jane asked, still waiting for him to look at her.
"Just… Just be here," Kurt's voice broke, as he finally met her eyes. His eyes were red and slightly moist, her face was there just as plain as day.
"Kurt," Jane sighed, and moved her hand to around his shoulder to put his head on her chest. She leaned against the railing and just held him. Kurt's arms moved around her small frame, and he just wanted to be in this moment forever. After a small period of time, Jane's leg started falling asleep, and she decided it was time to get up.
"Kurt, let's go inside," she softly spoke and started to untangle her legs from in between his, where they had somewhere gotten during their time on the small porch.
"I'm just gonna go home," Kurt sighed and started down the steps.
"No," Jane clearly said and shook her head at him. His resolve was broken the second she took his hand and turned to walk them inside.
