Patterns

Jeller, set early-ish season one, because I miss that cute yet awkward vibe they had back then!

Jane opened her eyes and glanced across at the driver's seat to find Kurt sneaking a look at her, a slight smile on his face.

"What?" she asked, feeling a little self-conscious, but also more warm and fuzzy than she probably should.

"Just wondering if you realise that whenever you really get into a song on the radio, it's always angry rock and pop music from the late nineties or early 2000s? Especially if they're female vocalists."

Jane blinked. "Ummm… No. I hadn't noticed."

"Well, now you know."

She'd been riding along in his passenger seat ever since she'd arrived at the NYO, a month ago, and he usually let her control the radio. She guessed it made sense that he'd notice.

"I was in my late teens and early twenties around then. You don't love music from around that time in your life more than stuff you've heard since?"

Kurt thought about it. "Not really. Sure, there's a nostalgia value, but you get that with every time period in your life. Since you don't remember anything from back then, it kind of stood out to me, that's all."

Jane sighed. "So all we really know about me is that I was an Alanis Morrissette-loving Navy SEAL before my memory was wiped. Well, that's progress."

"Hey, it might not be useful, but at least it's something. Maybe when the ZIP wears off a little more, those songs will start to trigger real memories."

"Yeah," Jane said softly, nodding. "Thanks."

After a few moments of her watching him, he glanced over again. "Now it's my turn to ask what you're thinking."

Jane shrugged and smiled. "Just wondering what else you might have noticed about me that I don't know about myself, that's all."

Kurt opened his mouth and shut it again. After a moment, he shook his head, seeming amused. "What, you want me to make you a list?"

Was he blushing, or was the sunset just colouring his face a little? Come to think of it, her own face was feeling a little warm.

"No, I just… It hadn't occurred to me that I'd have reactions to things and not notice a pattern, is all."

"I can't think of anything else like that, but if anything jumps out at me, I'll tell you."

They drove on quietly into the setting sun.