A/N: These will be mostly fluffy one-shots, but a few may stray into M-rated territory. I'll change the rating if and when that happens. Also, if you have any moments you would like me to include, I am open to suggestions on this one.

A month had passed since she and Kurt had confessed their love, and Jane had never been happier. She'd awoken that first morning in Kurt's bed—in Kurt's arms—her face mere inches from his as they shared his pillow, and smiled blissfully as she studied his sleeping features. He looked peaceful and content as he lay there, the weight of the world having seemingly fallen from his shoulders, and she couldn't resist pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"Mmm," Kurt moaned as his arms tightened around Jane. "You can wake me up like that anytime." He touched his lips to hers again, and the kiss quickly turned from innocent to intense.

"I love you," he told her after they'd sated their mutual desires once more. "God, I love you. I thought . . . when Patterson told me that you were being released from the FBI, and you mentioned moving to California, I thought for sure I was going to lose you."

"Because you told me I should go," Jane said, shifting to pillow her head on his chest so she could hear the reassuring beat of his heart. "But I never wanted to. I've got everything I want right here." Well, almost everything. "I just wish . . ."

"I know, Jane." Kurt ran his hand soothingly up and down her back. It broke his heart for her sake that he hadn't been able to do more for Roman. But for her sake, he wouldn't give up. "Roman's alive, and he's out there somewhere. Maybe in time, he'll reach out, and if he does, I'll do my best to help him. But Jane . . . if he does reach out, I'll need to know. Immediately."

"I promise, Kurt," Jane assured him instantly, feeling the tension that had started to gather drain just as quickly from his body. "I'm through keeping secrets. I think we've both had enough of those for one lifetime."

And in the month that followed, they enjoyed their freedom from those, spending nearly every waking—and sleeping—moment together. Jane was currently employed as an FBI consultant, but Director Hirst had fast-tracked her application to Quantico, and she was due there next month. She and Kurt were not looking forward to the separation, and they were hoping she could test out quickly.

In their free time—which they had a great deal more of these days—Kurt made a point to take her to do all the normal things he could think of that she had missed out on. They spent many evenings taking in dinner and a movie—sometimes in public, sometimes at home (as she was rapidly coming to think of Kurt's apartment)—and their weekends shopping and visiting Coney Island or many of the other attractions the city had to offer that she had never wanted to visit because she had no one to share it with. He even won her a small stuffed teddy bear that always made the trip with her between their respective apartments. He teased her about her attachment to it, but she could tell he was secretly pleased that it meant so much to her.

Things had been going great, but recently she'd noticed Kurt seemed distracted, even . . . distant at times. She'd tried talking to him about it, but he'd shrugged it off anytime she asked. She was trying hard not to nag, but she wanted them to be able to talk about things that were bothering them, help shoulder one another's burdens.

She would try to talk to him about it again tonight, she decided as she gathered up her things and headed out of the NYO. Kurt had had a meeting across town, so she was catching a cab to his place. She hadn't wanted to ask one of the team for a ride, since they hadn't officially gone public with their relationship status yet, even though it had been obvious to their friends from the start. The two of them still chuckled at the excuses the team had made for vacating Kurt's apartment that first night.

"Kurt?" Jane called softly as she entered the apartment, her mouth watering as the scent of whatever he was cooking hit her nostrils. She'd thought he would still be at his meeting. She walked further inside and stopped dead, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her.

Kurt hadn't just cooked; he'd prepared them a romantic dinner for two. The table was covered with a lacy white tablecloth and set with fine china she hadn't even known he possessed, and the room was lit by candlelight. Her eyes grew teary as she met his loving gaze, and then she was in his arms, kissing him with all the love she felt in her own heart. "What's the occasion?" she asked when she finally drew back.

"You don't know?" Kurt placed a hand over his heart and staggered back as if he were wounded. "It's our one-month anniversary, Miss Doe. I wanted to do something extra-special to mark the occasion."

She hadn't even known one-month anniversaries were a thing. Jane shook her head a little to clear it. He'd done all this for her, and . . . "I'm sorry. I didn't get you anything."

"You've already given me the best gift I could have ever asked for," Kurt told her. "Your heart." He brought their now-clasped hands up to cover it. "But if you really want to get me something . . . there's one thing I've been thinking about asking you for the past few days."

"Name it," Jane said without hesitation.

"Move in with me?" Kurt requested. "I know we haven't been a couple very long, but I love you, and I . . . I don't ever want us to spend a night apart that we don't have to. I'd like for us to make this place a home together. I'm ready to take our relationship public. If that's okay with you," he added as her eyes welled with tears.

"Yes," Jane said, hugging him to her fiercely. "Yes, it is more than okay with me, Kurt. I love you so much. You were my starting point, and now you're my home, and I never want us to be apart either."

"We won't be," Kurt said with bone-deep certainty, and they sealed the deal with a kiss.