"You walked out on me again," Oliver teased her.
Jane hadn't thought of it that way. She had…
"I'm sorry," She felt bad.
"I don't think you liked the movie," He shook his head sadly.
"Well," Jane made a face, "It was awful."
They were eating lunch close to the office. For once they were actually alone. She hadn't told anyone where she was going.
"So we try something else," Oliver didn't seem upset. "You like to sail?"
"I don't know," Jane admitted.
"You've never been sailing?" Oliver looked horrified.
"Not that I can remember," Jane admitted.
"We'll do that then, how about this Saturday?"
"I have nothing planned so far. Work sometimes interferes…depends on what's going on."
"Then I will call you Friday night and make sure it's still a go." Oliver agreed.
Jane smiled at the way he was being so sweet. She liked Oliver…she almost wished it could be more.
"So just the two of us?" She confirmed.
"Well the boats big enough, we could invite some of your friends if you like." He offered.
Jane was tempted. She knew that Kurt was wary of everyone right now with Sandstorm always being a step ahead, but how strange would that seem to Oliver?
"I can ask them," She finally decided, "See if anyone is interested."
"Great," Oliver took another bite of his sandwich, "I know how important your work is to you, I wouldn't mind meeting the people you spend all your time with."
"I really I'm only around four people all the time," She told him.
"Invite them all," He suggested.
"I doubt they could all come…" She took a bite thoughtfully.
"The more the merrier," Oliver assured her,
"Are you inviting anyone?" Jane asked after she'd swallowed.
"Naw," He denied, "Sailing for me is getting away from the people I'm around the most."
She finished up, "I better get back."
He stood up when she rose. He was such a gentleman it almost embarrassed her. She could play the part of a lady, but she was a fighter at heart. She hadn't ever been around anyone so refined. Kurt and Reed were gentlemen, but they spent so much time together, standing when she did would have been counterproductive.
"Thanks for lunch," She looked up at him with a smile. Her expression must have given away her discomfort because he looked down at her with an understanding smile.
"My pleasure," He moved over and kissed her lightly on the lips.
She knew she blushed, because she could feel it.
He smiled at her reaction.
"Next time it's on me." Jane assured him.
"As long as there's a next time," Oliver agreed.
Turning she walked away wondering if she should stop seeing him. He was nice and he treated her well, but she clearly didn't feel the same way about him that he seemed to feel about her. She couldn't understand what it was about her. She clearly didn't fit anywhere in the world he lived. Maybe that was the draw. Novelty. If it were that, then they could enjoy each other's company without guilt. If it was more, then she wasn't being fair to him. The way she felt about Kurt, made dating Oliver wrong.
Lost in introspective thought, she didn't see Kurt until he fell into step beside her.
Jane looked up in surprise.
"Kurt?" At first she wondered if she conjured him up.
"Lunch with Oliver?" Kurt looked back at the other man watching them walk away.
"Yes," Jane admitted, "What are you doing here?"
Holding up a bag he told her, "Had to eat."
"I should have offered to bring you something," She worried.
"So you make it all the way through this time?" He teased her.
Laughing she looked up, "Yes, He invited me to go sailing on Saturday, pretty much insuring I can't leave there either."
At that Kurt became more serious. "You don't know him that well."
"I know," Jane admitted, "He said I could invite the four of you. I think he could see I was reluctant."
"So…do you want to go?" He asked her.
"I don't think I've ever been sailing," She admitted, "It could be fun."
"I'm free," Kurt agreed immediately. Even if he hadn't been, there was no way he was letting Oliver take her out to sea alone.
"I'll check with Patterson, Reed and Zapata," Jane smiled up at him in relief.
Kurt stopped walking, "Jane, if you're uncomfortable with Oliver…you don't have to go."
"It's not that," She stopped too, "He's nice. I feel almost guilty."
"About what?" He looked down at her in surprise.
"He treats me really well, but I hide all the real pieces of me away. He doesn't know the real me at all. With you…the team, she looked away, you know me so well…I feel like I'm lying to him." She looked back up at him.
"Jane," Kurt placed a soothing hand on her arm, "You told him you wanted to be friends. If you start feeling like you want to be more…" He couldn't even finish the sentence.
"It's not that," She looked away, "I think that maybe he wants it to be more."
Of course he does. Kurt thought to himself.
"So what are you going to do?" He asked her.
"I told him I would go sailing on Saturday," Jane insisted, "But depending on how it goes, I might have to stop seeing him."
"Whatever you decide Jane," Kurt assured her, "You still have us."
She looked up at him with a smile. "Thanks."