I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…
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This is just a little short one shot…I needed something lighthearted. I forgot what a roller coaster ride this show was. I saw the picture of the new cast member and started to worry. Then I saw the ring in the picture Jaimie posted and felt elated…I'm going to need therapy if they keep messing with us like this. Just saying…
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Jane looked over at Tasha and said, "This is a terrible idea."
"Don't be such a spoil sport," Tasha chided.
Patterson and Jane shared a look before they followed their friend inside the novelty costume shop.
"I don't think this is going to keep anyone from recognizing us," Patterson warned Tasha her long blond hair stuffed up inside the black wig.
"You look great," Tasha insisted pulling the wig straight for her.
Tasha was adjusting her red wig and thick glasses when the curtain opened and Jane stepped out.
"I'm not wearing this," She said in exasperation.
She was now dressed like cat woman with a boa around her neck and a blond wig on her head. She actually looked really different. With the thigh high boots and gloves, you couldn't see a single tattoo.
"She might get away with it," Patterson admitted.
"Are you kidding?" Tasha laughed, "She'd going to draw more attention that way, than if she went as herself!"
"That's it," Jane turned back toward the fitting rooms, "This is stupid."
"No!" Patterson grabbed her hand. "You look great…just really…"
"Hot," Tasha said with a laugh.
"It is a strip club," Patterson reminded them with a little smile.
"That makes it worse," Jane argued, "What if someone thinks I work there?"
"You can make a little money on the side," Tasha suggested.
Jane took a playful swipe at her, "That's not funny."
"You know you want to see what's going on," Tasha teased her.
"No…" Jane denied, "I really don't."
"Well, I do…so we're going," Tasha insisted. Jane let her head drop and followed her fellow conspirators from the store. This was never going to work…
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Kurt took a drink from his glass and looked down the room without enthusiasm. He knew he had a roll to play here, but he was at best uninterested.
"You look like you're going to a funeral…" Reade teased him, joining him at the bar.
"It's great," Kurt assured him belatedly, "I'm just really tired…we could call it early."
The hopeful tone in Kurt's suggested made Reade smile even bigger, "No way, I have a special surprise for you."
Kurt became wary, "What surprise?"
"You'll see." Edgar said with a little smile.
"Look," Kurt said seriously, "I'm not interested in any special surprise."
"It's not every day you tie yourself down to one woman," Reade insisted, "This is your last chance to really check out your options…see what else is out there."
"I found everything I could ever want," Kurt denied, "I'm not interested in any other "options" you might come up with."
"You don't know," Reade denied.
"I'm going to tell Jane," Kurt warned him.
"Now hold on," Reade insisted, "Don't threaten me…"
Kurt laughed at his expression.
"I'm leaving," Kurt warned him.
"Jane's not home anyway," Edgar argued, "So why rush home to an empty apartment? Where's the fun in that?"
Kurt realized he was right. Jane was having her bachelorette party with Patterson and Tasha and he was stuck here at a bachelor party he had never even wanted. How had he let them railroad them into this? Looking around at the scantily clad bodies he worried about where they'd taken Jane. Was she even now surrounded by oil slicked naked testosterone? He hated that idea.
Suddenly a woman caught his eye. She had her back to him and was standing across the room.
"I think your surprise is here," Reade said in satisfaction.
Kurt looked away from the woman distracted.
"What?" Kurt asked absently.
"Wait," Reade realized, "You aren't ready."
"For what?" Kurt asked impatiently.
"You'll see," Reade smirked, "Come with me."
Kurt reluctantly followed him to their table. Reade set a bag in the center and withdrew a thick pair of clear glasses, a hat and a leather jacket.
"What's this?" Kurt looked down at the items in confusion.
"You need to change your appearance," Reade insisted, "You can't have a last fling with a stranger…if you don't change your appearance."
"That is not happening," Kurt assured him. As if he would ever cheat on Jane.
"We knew you'd say that," Reade admitted, "So Tasha and Patterson are helping Jane find her fling…and I'm helping you."
"What?" Kurt asked his jaw clenched.
"I already got the text from Tasha and Patterson that Jane's already changed and they have the perfect guy in sight. She doesn't yet know what's in store for her…but she will soon enough." Reade trailed off at Kurt's naked anger.
"Where are they?" He demanded, ignoring the items on the table.
"I won't tell you until you put these on," Reade denied.
Kurt was ready to kick his ass…but he knew that would take too long. Reaching for the items he pulled them on quickly and demanded, "Where is she?"
"You're fling is right over there…" Reade pointed past Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt didn't even bother to look. He was only interested in one woman and if Reade didn't tell him where that woman was in ten seconds, he was going to do him physical injury.
"Reade," Kurt warned him in a hard voice.
"Is this seat taken?" A familiar voice asked him.
Kurt turned impatiently and froze. He'd know her anywhere…no matter what she had on, or didn't have on. Hell…he'd noticed her from across the room with her back turned. If Reade hadn't deliberately distracted him, he would have figured it out sooner.
"N…no," Kurt assured her, clearing his voice.
She smiled up at him with her same sweet expression. He wanted to rip that blond wig off her head and look at the woman he loved, not this transformed version of her.
Reade, Patterson and Tasha moved off and left them alone.
"I think that you're supposed to be my last fling," Jane leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Yeah," Kurt was staring down at her, "I got that part…"
"It could have been worse," Jane placed her hand over his on the table, "They could have set us up with strangers…"
"They knew that would never work," Kurt denied sliding his chair closer to Jane and pulling her against him, "I'm too choosey…"
She looked up at him startled and then a slow smile turned up her lips.
"Well," Jane said suggestively, "Luckily for us, what they have in mind can't be done here. What do you say we get out of here?"
"Hell yes," Kurt agreed, "But I don't want to take some stranger home, I just want the beautiful, amazing, loving woman I'm going to marry."
"And I just want the strong, handsome, stubborn love of my life." Jane assured him.
Tasha, Reade and Patterson watched their friends leave with a satisfied expression. They didn't see that even before the car pulled away, Kurt pulled off the blond wig and threw it in the back of the car and Jane knocked off his hat and threw the glasses out the window. In their hearts they knew there was only one real person for them. The fling they were looking for involved rings and a lifetime commitment. They didn't need any pretense…they had reality and it was so much sweeter.