"Play chess with me." Rich told Jane an hour after takeoff.
"Rich," Jane tried to deny.
"I know you're going to lose," Rich scoffed, "But I'm bored."
"Fine," Jane finally relented. Standing she slid past Kurt and sat in the chair across from Rich.
They played silently for about ten minutes, when Jane warned Rich, "Checkmate."
"What?" Rich looked away from staring at Jane and down at the chess board in disbelief.
"Checkmate," She repeated.
Kurt let out a chuckle at Rich's astonished expression. Allie had slipped into sleep.
Rich studied the board closely.
"She got you," Kurt laughed.
When he realized she had, Rich looked up at Jane with an even more bestowed expression.
"And she can have me," Rich agreed.
"Rich," Kurt warned.
"You slipped under my defenses," Rich accused Jane, "I want a rematch."
Kurt knew that feeling.
After they set up the game, Kurt watched as Jane maneuvered her pieces on the board. Rich spent far less time looking at Jane and more time studying the board. It only took her nine minutes this time to declare, "Checkmate."
When Rich didn't say anything, simply stared down at the board silently, Jane shared a puzzled look at Kurt.
When he finally looked up she was a little taken back by his expression, "I think I really do love you," Rich told her, "Leave Kurt, we would be so great together."
"What about Boston?" Jane reminded him.
"Ever considered sharing?" Rich said suggestively.
Looking over at Allie, Jane looked away. Sharing hurt too much.
"Jane," Rich immediately regretted his teasing.
"It's okay," Jane insisted, standing up and stretching as much as the confined space would allow.
Jane headed for the back of the plane toward the private bedroom with attached bathroom. Kurt stood up and hit Rich on the back of his head before following after Jane with a worried frown.
"Jane," Kurt caught up with her.
"I'm fine," She insisted without meeting his eyes.
The hurt that he could so easily read on her face made him hurt.
He followed her into the back.
"I don't love her and I never did," Kurt insisted.
"I know," Jane assured him, "But thinking of the two of you together…it's hard. How would you feel if Oliver told you out of the blue that I was pregnant with his child?"
Kurt felt her words were a direct hit to his chest.
"She's not pregnant with my child," Kurt reminded her desperately, "She pregnant with our child."
"But I didn't know that," Jane explained, "Hearing about the baby… that was the reason I contacted Oliver. I knew that any chance we had was gone and I didn't want to be alone."
"I never meant to hurt you," Kurt insisted.
"I know that," Jane assured him, "I believe you, but that knowledge doesn't make those feelings just simply go away."
"I'll make it up to you," Kurt assured her as he looked down into her eyes earnestly.
"You don't have to make anything up," Jane assured him, "You weren't cheating on me. We weren't together. It just hurts to think you the two of you…"
"Jane I might have fought it and denied it, but I've been yours since you climbed out of that bag." Kurt admitted frankly.
Jane looked up at him, her vulnerability evident.
"When you were with Oscar…" Kurt forced the words out, "Did I matter less to you?"
"No," Jane admitted, "With Oscar it was more about finding out who I was…I was so afraid of who I'd been, that finding out he loved that person. The one I couldn't remember it gave me hope that I wasn't all bad. I needed that and he knew it."
"It was the same with me and Allie," Kurt insisted, "I didn't recognize who I was anymore. When I was with you...I was different than I had ever been. I felt desperate and too open, Allie was a non-threatening part of my past. I needed that and she knew it."
Jane looked up at Kurt with new understanding. Smiling she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. Before she could pull back, he leaned in and claimed more. It was passion, tenderness, desperation and desire.
"If I don't get you all to myself soon," Kurt warned her, "I might internally combust."
"There's a bed right there," Rich said from the doorway, "Feel free."
That was a cold dose of reality. Instead of pulling immediately away, Kurt leaned down and saluted Jane's nose with a kiss.
"Soon," He promised her.
Smiling up at him she agreed, "Soon."
"Party poopers," Rich taunted heading for the bathroom.
Kurt and Jane shared a look of amusement.
The plane landed, but Kurt didn't release a relieved breath until they were back in Rich's compound.
"We're bringing in a doctor," Kurt told Allie, "To make sure everything is okay with the baby."
"That's not necessary," Allie denied.
"It is," Kurt refuted.
"Fine," She agreed, "But at lease let me call Connor. He's going to be worried."
"No," Kurt denied, "I'm sorry, but until we know who we can trust, we trust nobody."
"You're dating a former terrorist," Allie argued, "But you're suspicious of a police officer?"
"Yes," Kurt didn't argue.
"You know how crazy you sound right now?" Allie demanded.
"I might sound crazy," Kurt told her, "But the only thing I'm concerned about is keeping the people I care the most about alive."
"Kurt," Allie walked over and went to hug him.
Forcing himself to relax, Kurt returned her hug before he pulled away, "I'll let you know when the doctor's arrived."
Jane walked over and sank down on the couch next to Tasha and Patterson.
"Did you have any trouble?" They asked with a concerned frown.
"No," Jane denied, "She came willingly enough."
"How are you holding up?" Tasha worried.
"You mean about the baby?" Jane clarified.
"Yeah," Tasha confirmed.
"I'm freaked out," Jane admitted.
Tasha laughed. Jane was calm under all circumstances.
"You're going to be great," Patterson insisted.
"You're really worried?" Tasha asked in surprise.
"It's a baby…" Jane stressed, "I know nothing about babies. My own mother wasn't exactly maternal. What if I screw it up?"
"You won't," Tasha insisted.
"We'll help you," Patterson encouraged.
"What if this doesn't end well?" Jane asked them, "Will you promise to make sure the babies okay? Will you watch out for her? I don't want her to end up in the same places I did…"
"She won't," Patterson denied fiercely, "It's going to be okay. Nothing is going to happen."
Tasha was the more realistic friend and she didn't protest or try to make it anything different than it was, she simply said, "That will never happen. I promise."
Jane looked at the two women who been through so much with her, because of her, and said simply, "Thank you."
Reed walked over and sank down next to them, "Everything okay?"
"Jane's freaked out over pending motherhood," Tasha explained.
"I don't blame her," Reed agreed, "I hear they aren't potty trained."
Jane laughed over at his shutter of revulsion.
"So what," She asked him, "Are you saying our kid is going to be too much work?"
"No," Reed held up his hands, "She probably going to come out speaking three languages and already be a great strategist. Good luck."
Tasha laughed at him, "Are you afraid?"
"Hell yes," Reed admitted.
The ladies shared a look before breaking down into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Kurt demanded walking over and sinking down on the couch next to Jane.
"Reed's afraid of your little bundle of joy," Tasha taunted.
"Afraid?" Kurt looked at Reed with a puzzled smile.
"If she's anything like her mother," Reed warned him, "She's going to be hell on wheels. You won't get a moment piece for the next…rest of your life."
"I can't wait," Kurt smiled down at Jane, entwining their fingers together.
Smiling back up at him she leaned into his side.
"You look tired," Kurt told Jane in concern.
"You say tired…I hear ragged," Jane teased him.
"Beautifully exhausted," Kurt denied.
"Exhausted…exhausted," Jane agreed.
Pulling her up off the sofa, Kurt told her, "Let's go find Rich and see where he wants us."
The team shared a knowing smile watching them leave.
"I don't know how they withstood it this long," Pattereson smiled.
"I swear the heat coming off them has threatened to give me a sun burn." Tahsa agreed.
"As long as they've waited, I don't think sleep is what they have in mind." Reed teased.
Reed would have been surprised. Kurt and Jane closed the door on the room Rich had given them on looked at each other longingly.
"Kurt," Jane whispered.
"No," Kurt told her,
"What?" Jane looked away self-consciously.
"You know I want you," Kurt chided her, "But you look totally exhausted."
"I'm not that tired," She denied, looking back up at him with an expression he found hard to resist.
"Jane, you haven't slept in over twenty-four hours" He walked over and pulled her into his arms, "There is only one thing I want more than to quench this fire I feel for you and that's to ensure you're okay."
"I'm okay," Jane insisted.
"You will be," Kurt agreed, "Once you've gotten some sleep."
"Kurt," Jane denied.
"There is nothing you can say to change my mind." Kurt denied.
"Nothing?" Jane asked him seductively.
Kurt looked down at her momentarily losing his train of thought.
"Stop it," He warned her.
"Why?" She asked lifting one arm to wrap around his neck and bring his head down toward her lips.
"Jane," He warned her.
"What?" She whispered, her breath waffling across his lips.
"This isn't happening right now," He warned her even as his head closed the distance between their lips.
She smiled as his lips settled in.
"Minx," He growled against her mouth before parting her lips with his tongue.
She quickly forgot about teasing him. He quickly forgot about sleeping.