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Jane looked in the mirror at the dress she was wearing with awe. It was the most beautiful dress she'd ever seen. It was white and silky, fitted with long sleeves. She hadn't chosen it to cover the tattoos and in fact even when Patterson offered to cover them for her it was Kurt that had protested. He wasn't marrying some perfect version of her, he was marrying her. He loved everything about her, including the tattoos. The dress didn't have any lace or embellishments at all, the only concession she'd made was in the antique lace vail that Patterson had insisted was perfect. She had to admit it did look good.

Kurt was waiting on her…and she was more than ready to go. Today she would become Jane Weller. It was going to be a small wedding, until it wasn't. They'd included the team, Sara and Sawyer…Allie and Connor of course. Somehow their small ceremony had grown to encompass most of the NYO. When the guest list had swelled to over 100, they'd realized that their small wedding had become a big event. Jane hadn't cared about any of the necessary details, she didn't care who came or what they ate, she just wanted to be tied to Kurt in every way possible. She'd never been this happy in her life. She knew that without doubt. She might not remember a large chunk of her life, but she knew this feeling was new.

Sara, Tasha and Patterson had taken the reigns and the wedding was turning out to be the event of the year. Kurt had been on board for the most part, he swore that they could do whatever they wanted until they began dragging Jane all over town planning. That was when he'd protested. He demanded quality time and they'd finally agreed to limit Jane's involvement to only twice a week. When they'd broken that vow for the second time, he'd begun accompanying them on their outings. He swore that it was the only way he'd get to see her.

Finally it was the big day. She'd lie if she didn't admit that she was looking forward to getting it behind them. Everything was perfect, but she wanted to just retreat with Kurt back to their place and lock the door.

"It's time," Patterson smiled over at her.

Jane turned to look at the three people she'd claimed as family with a radiant smile.

"Do I look okay?" She worried.

"You're beautiful," Reed assured her with a smile.

Tasha and Patterson were serving as her bridesmaids and Reed was giving her away before joining Kurt as his best man.

Jane watched as Patterson and Tasha made their way down the aisle. She knew she was clutching Reed's arm too tightly, but she was nervous. Not to marry Kurt…but that she might wake up and find out that this was all a dream.

Reed covered her hand with his, "Are you okay?"

"This is real...right?" Jane worried.

Reed squeezed her hand in reassurance, "Trust me, if this were a dream I wouldn't be wearing this light grey suit."

She laughed up at his pained expression.

Just then the wedding march began and Jane watched the doors open before catching her first glimpse of Kurt. Her entire focus narrowed down to him. The people watching her pass and even Reed standing beside her faded into nothing as she took the steps that would grant her every dream she'd ever had.

Kurt felt his breath catch as he watched Jane walk toward him. She always looked beautiful to him, but there was something about the dress and her radiant smile that touched him all the way to his soul. He wanted to remember that look on her face for the rest of his life.

It was only when they were a few steps away that her look changed. Fear seemed to replace happiness and he felt his own pulse race at her expression. He didn't wait for her to join him, but moved to intercept her.

"What's wrong?" He worried.

"What if this is just another dream?" Jane whispered.

Kurt felt his breath catch at the telling question. She'd dreamed of them together and then woken up and had to face their reality. He hadn't been alone in his torment.

Leaning down, he ignored convention and claimed her lips in a gentle salute.

"This is the first day of the rest of our life. When you wake up…I'll be there and when I wake up…you'll be there." He assured her.

She smiled up at him before resting her head against him while he kissed her forehead.

The ceremony went on without a hitch.

When it was time to kiss the bride…Jane looked up and watched as Kurt looked down at her with a tender expression before leaning in and reverently claiming her lips with his own.

When he pulled away she couldn't pull her eyes away from him. It was what saved him. The red dot in the center of his chest gave her just enough time to push him away from her with all of her strength. He fell backwards and the bullet that was meant for him slammed into her chest.

Jane flew backwards before landing hard. She only had time to turn her head to check that Kurt was unharmed before her eyes slid closed.

Kurt watched in horror as Jane hit the ground. It was only when the red began to stain her dress that he realized exactly what happened.

"Jane!" He screamed as he crawled over to her side and pulling her behind the pulpit.

Reed, Tasha and Patterson joined him moments later.

"How bad is it?" Tasha demanded.

Kurt was applying pressure to her chest, but the white just kept disappearing into the flood of red.

"She's going to bleed out," Patterson worried.

"No, she's not," Kurt barked back.

Agents from every branch immediately took control of the scene. The FBI, NSA, CIA and military intelligence went on the offensive as Kurt and their team worked on Jane.

"Is she…" Patterson trailed off in panic at how pale Jane had become.

"Patterson," Tasha warned her looking at Kurt in concern.

"She's alive," Reed assured them all.

Suddenly the medical personnel from the NYO were there. Watching them treat Jane in their wedding apparel made it all the more surreal.

"We need access," They warned the others.

All of them immediately fell back…all but Kurt.

He didn't move, he couldn't move. His hand was covering her wound and attempting to keep her from leaving him. He was failing. The red had seeped past her dress and begun to pool on the ground beneath her.

"Kurt," Tasha yelled at him, "You need to move. They can't help her if you don't get out of the way."

Reed leaned in and pulled him away. He was in shock, his entire focus on Jane's still form.

They worked on her urgently. The lace of her vail covered half of her pale cheek giving her an eternal look. When they called for Air Life there was no doubt about how serious her injury was.

Kurt was forced to watch them take her away not knowing if he would ever get a chance to see her alive again. Once the helicopter disappeared from view Kurt looked down at the blood that covered his hands and suddenly he felt weak. The ring she had so recently placed on his finger glinted in the sunlight and he began to shake.

"Kurt," It was Patterson who placed her arm around him. "We'll take you to the hospital."

Looking up at the concerned faces of their team…their family, Kurt drew on their strength when he had none left of his own.

"She's one of the strongest people we've ever known," Tasha insisted.

Kurt didn't say anything. His mind was in turmoil. He felt adrift in a way he hadn't since…he was ten. Jane had crumbled his defenses. She was necessary to him in a way that nobody had ever been. If he lost her…

"Kurt," Sara rushed over to his side.

He looked down at her blankly.

"Are you okay?" She worried.

He didn't answer.

"We're taking him to the hospital," Tasha explained.

"Allie's taking Sawyer," Sara explained, "I'll go with you."

It was a somber group. The ride to the hospital was endless. Kurt replayed the moment over and over in his head. The gunman had been aiming for him. She'd pushed him out of the way knowing…

He closed his eyes. She always did this. She placed no value on her own life. She thought by doing this she was saving him, but instead he was utterly destroyed. She was the best part of his life and if he lost her…

"Kurt," Sara worried.

He didn't answer her because he didn't hear her. His mind was on last night. Jane had laughingly insisted that Tasha and Patterson wanted her to stay with them the night before the wedding. He had not been amused. Patterson had sighted tradition and Tasha warned about bad luck, but Kurt had been adamant. Jane was with him. He'd discovered after their first night together that he could inexplicably not sleep if she wasn't within touching distance. He'd known then that he would marry her. She was so deeply entrenched inside his walls that he hadn't been willing to suffer a single night away from her. Not for tradition, not for any reason. They'd woken up this morning, limbs entwined, happy in a way that was still new for both of them.

The moment hadn't lasted long enough. The ladies had arrived on their doorstep too early and whisked Jane away to get ready. By then he'd been well and truly over this wedding crap. He just wanted to be with Jane without all the obligations that came with a wedding. If he could have, he would have eloped with her and been done with it. He knew she wouldn't have objected. Looking down at the blood on his hands he'd wished they'd done it. He didn't need this pomp and ceremony, he only needed Jane.

Just that quickly he was back at the moment he'd realized she'd been shot. She'd looked at him and their eyes had met. He'd seen her relief that he was unharmed before she'd lost consciousness. She still didn't understand. Physically, mentally, he would not be fine if he lost her. She held his heart and the sooner she realized exactly how necessary she was to him, she'd start taking more care with herself. If they still had time…

They arrived at the hospital in silence.

When they walked into the trauma center, it was Tasha that demanded information. He was grateful for her intervention, he needed to know, but he couldn't seem to focus enough to get the answers he needed.

"She's still in surgery." The nurse explained.

"So she made it to the hospital alive?" Patterson demanded tearfully.

"Yes," The nurse assured them.

Kurt saw the other's relief, but he was wound too tightly for that emotion. In fact after the initial panic he'd locked down all of his emotions. His walls were back up and fortified. He knew the others wanted to be there for him, but he needed to distance himself from them, from everyone. Until Jane opened her eyes and looked at him, he was simply in survival mode. He would breathe and wait. He had no room for anything or anyone else.

After their initial attempts, the others gave him the space he so desperately needed. They never left him and they continued to provide him with things he didn't see. Coffee, food all congregated on the table in the waiting room, ignored. Someone brought him a change of clothes, but that too was for not.

When a Doctor approached him, he felt this throat tighten and his heart race. He stood without a word and braced himself for whatever he was about to hear.

"Assistant Director Weller," The Doctor addressed him, "Your family is concerned about your condition. I think that we should check you for shock."

Kurt listened to the words but they didn't make any sense. Why wasn't he telling him about Jane?

"How's Jane?" He finally demanded hoarsely.

"She's still in surgery," The Doctor explained, "We need to check you out."

Kurt felt fury rise. "Until you can tell me exactly how my wife is," Kurt said in a voice like crushed leaves, "Leave me alone."

When he sat back down and retreated back inside his mind, the Doctor looked over at the team in concern.

"I can sedate him," He offered.

"No," Tasha denied, "He just needs to find out about Jane. We need an update…now." She told him with a hard voice.

"I'll see what I can find out." The Doctor hastily assured them.

"We should think about sedating him," Sara worried.

"He just needs to know that Jane is okay," Reed insisted.

"What if she's not?" Sara demanded with a sob.

Looking over at Kurt, Patterson whispered, "Then nothing will ever fix this. Jane changed Kurt. Without her…he will never be the same again."

"We won't lose him to this," Sara argued.

"Look at him," Patterson whispered, "This is the Kurt from before. He's distance, closed off and alone."

Sara looked at him with sad eyes. Patterson was right. This was the Kurt with the weight of the world on his shoulders and his entire identity was his job. This was the Kurt that had nothing more to lose. It broke her heart. Jane had changed Kurt and it was only now with the possibility of her loss that Sara realized just how much she had to thank her new sister-in-law for.

Two more hours passed without word. When the Surgeon finally entered the waiting room, the tension was unbearable.

He went straight to Kurt.

Kurt stood and waited.

"She made it through the surgery," The Doctor reassured him, "But she isn't out of the woods yet."

"When can I see her?" Kurt demanded immediately.

"She's still in recovery," The Surgeon explained, "I can take you back there for a few minutes, but until she's moved to the ICU you can't sit with her."

Kurt heard the other's relief. He knew he should feel…something, but it was as if he were watching everything from a great distance. Until he could see her, touch her and look into her eyes, he wasn't okay.

He followed the Doctor without a word.

Jane was in the bed and tubes and wires monitored her every function. She was pale and small. He walked over and gently picked up her hand. It was warm. Some of the tension in him unwound. Leaning over her he kissed her forehead gently. Closing his eyes he rested his cheek against hers and took his first deep breath. Centered once more he took comfort in her proximity. Today he'd almost lost her. He stayed as long as they allowed. It wasn't long enough. Walking back to the waiting room, his focus changed. With Jane once again anchoring him, now he wanted answers, now he wanted blood.