A/N: Just a (mostly) fluffy story inspired by a conversation I had with a friend the other day about Taylor's necklace. Shorter than what I usually write, but I hope you enjoy!

Kurt had been unusually quiet today, and Jane eyed him worriedly as they headed home. She knew what was bothering him, but she didn't quite know how to broach the subject. They had been together for the better part of a year now, but that was one topic that still hadn't come up between them. To be honest, it felt taboo.

Kurt could feel Jane's eyes on him as he drove, and he reached over to cover her hand with his own. "I'm okay, Jane."

"Are you?" she asked quietly. She didn't see how he could be. "You can talk to me, you know. That's what I'm here for."

"I know." Kurt didn't speak again until they were inside their apartment. He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her head. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Kurt," Jane told him. And it killed her that he was hurting and trying to bear it on his own. They were supposed to help one another through things like this, had made a pact to do so, in fact.

"I have something for you," Kurt said abruptly as he released her and stepped back. He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket, smiling as her eyes flew to his in stunned disbelief. It wasn't what she thought. Not yet, at least. But soon. He handed it to her. "I saw this online a few weeks ago, and I thought of you."

Jane opened it slowly and found a gorgeous oval-cut emerald surrounded by diamonds on a delicate gold chain. It was similar to the necklace he had given her so long ago—Taylor's necklace—but at the same time, so very different. "Kurt . . ."

"I know this might not have been the best day to give it to you," Kurt said quietly. "Being the anniversary of the day I found Taylor's body and all. But she's gone, Jane. I've accepted that. Everything I hoped and dreamed for her my whole life died before I even knew she was missing. And I'll always miss her. But she . . ." Tears leaked onto his cheeks, but his voice was steady, ". . . she was my past. You're my future. My everything. I buried the necklace I gave you once with her—"

"As you should have," Jane interposed swiftly. That necklace had been Taylor's, and she would never have wanted it back. Emma Shaw had bought it to celebrate the new life she had brought into the world, and it was fitting that it was with her now in death. It had never belonged to anyone but her, and even though she hadn't known her personally, it would have felt . . . dishonoring to her memory to keep it and wear it. Kurt had only given it to her in the first place because it was Taylor's birthday, and he'd still been clinging to hope that she was her.

Kurt nodded. "I know. That necklace was as much a part of my past as Taylor, and I'm looking forward in our relationship. But I wanted you to have something to show how much you mean to me, and I thought . . . I thought this necklace could symbolize a . . . a new beginning for us." Because someday—someday soon—he planned on asking her to be his wife, and he wanted to show her how much she meant to him before he did so. How she was everything he had ever wanted, the other half he had been looking for his entire life.

"I'd like that," Jane said softly as she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. She kept her arms looped around his neck when they parted. "To new beginnings."

"Shall we toast to it?" Kurt asked, and was surprised when Jane shook her head.

"Not yet. At least, not only to that. I have something for you too." She took his hand and shyly placed it on her stomach, seeing the stunned disbelief and then the tender awe as the truth dawned on him. "To new beginnings . . . and new life."

Neither of them could ask for anything better than that.