Author's Note: Glad you guys liked the Jeller-alone smut! I'm kind of proud of that chapter. :) Anyway, now comes the hard conversation with Allie...

If Kurt thought about Jane—about the mind-blowing, soul-connecting sex they'd just had—he'd be unable to do anything else until he'd relived the whole thing in his memory. For now, he had to track down his girlfriend—yes, Allie is your girlfriend—and figure out how to act like he hadn't just had the best sex of his life with someone else.

Fuck, he was a terrible boyfriend. He should have noticed Allie hadn't come back way sooner. But having Jane in his arms, even just kissing her as they struggled to find their way back to rational thought, had been so deliciously distracting.

And he couldn't let his mind dwell on it. Not now. Maybe not ever.

Allie wasn't in the kitchen, which was the logical place to find someone who'd left to track down some food.

"Allie?" he called.

"In the living room," came the response, and he frowned. She sounds like something's not right.

He found her curled up on the couch, still in her bathrobe, her face bearing clear signs that she'd been crying. As he approached, she took a swig of vodka straight from the bottle she was holding. Definitely not right.

"Hey," he said, crouching in front of her. "What happened?"

Allie put the lid back on her bottle and set it aside. "Have a seat," she said wearily, her voice scratchy from crying. "It's time to talk."

"You're gonna have to lead, Allie, because I have no idea where this is going." He sat beside her and took her hand.

Allie laughed under her breath, no humour in her eyes. "How was the sex?"

"That's what this is about?" This was completely unlike Allie; she loathed passive-aggression and always took the direct route to an argument. "This whole thing was your idea. The last thing you did before you left the room was insist that we had sex. Now you're mad that we did?"

"No. I'm not mad. That was the plan all along," Allie said quietly.

He froze, contextualising her statement. Rich's comments all damn day. Allie's sudden, intense desire to bring Jane home with them. Her uncharacteristic early departure from the bedroom, and her state of mind now.

It all made a warped kind of sense if he put the pieces together a certain way, but he wasn't certain he had them in the right places. "Allie, just—"

"I don't think we should see each other anymore," she said bluntly.

Kurt dropped her hand back into her lap, the rejection stinging. "And you couldn't have just said so?"

Allie sighed. "I was going to. But then I thought about it, and I realised you're way too much of an idiot to get with Jane on your own. Even after all the anvils Rich was dropping today."

He groaned, shaking his head. "I knew he was getting under your skin, but you threw me off with the threeway thing."

"Yeah, that was intentional." Allie gave him a frank look, despite being more than a little tipsy at the moment. "Look, Kurt, I didn't need Rich to point it out. The way you and Jane interact, I'd have to be blind not to notice it."

"You make it sound like we were flirting the whole mission," Kurt said, exasperated. "We were completely professional until you decided to step things up."

"I'm not doubting your professional integrity. You and Jane work great together."

"So do you and me."

"Yeah. But it's obvious who has your heart." Allie gave him a sad smile. "If you thought you could be with Jane, you'd be with Jane."

But he couldn't be with Jane, and that was where her argument collapsed. "Jane and I—we tried, and we didn't last a week. When you asked me if you were just a proxy for her, I was telling you the truth. I chose to move on and be with you, Allie."

Allie arched an eyebrow. "You tried? And who called it off?"

He'd said the words, but Jane had stood him up. "It was mutual."

"A mutual misunderstanding of some sort, by any chance?" At his scowl, she laughed. "Kurt, that woman is head over heels for you, and whatever happened between you, that hasn't changed. Did you talk to her about whatever happened? Or did you just make an assumption and run with it, and leave her in your dust?"

Kurt opened his mouth, then closed it again, his own words coming back to him. I wanted to say sorry—about last night. I should have told you that I wasn't coming. The two of us—it's too complicated.

"Ha!" Allie crowed triumphantly. "I knew it."

He glared at her. "Why are you so smug about this? I had this vague impression that you cared about me."

Allie's smile faded. "Kurt, I do. That's why I have mascara all over my face, see?" She gestured to her eyes. Her makeup hadn't run too badly, but that wasn't the point.

Guilt overcame his anger. "I'm sorry. I never wanted you to hurt because of me."

"It's my own stupid fault. I knew we'd end up falling apart some way or another, just like last time. But I guess I got my hopes up." She gave a small shrug. "I'll get over it. Just like last time."

Kurt sighed. Why can't I just be happy with what I have? "Allie… You're an amazing woman. Any guy would be lucky you gave them the time of day. I'm lucky you gave me the time of day. I mean that."

"I know you do." She took his hand again, squeezed it. "And you're worth the time of day. We were good together, both times. But, Kurt—when you really want someone, you gotta make yourself vulnerable, okay? I've watched you throw yourself into danger more times than I can count, but when it comes to relationships, you play it way too safe. You're stubborn and you're emotionally repressed, afraid of opening up in case you get hurt. It makes you act like an idiot."

Kurt flinched at her brutal assessment. "Tell me how you really feel."

"I always do," Allie said.

"I know. And it's one of the reasons I was drawn to you. I never have to guess what you're thinking." He gave her a small smile, genuinely feeling the loss of their relationship. "Don't lose that."

"Couldn't if I tried to—and I did try. My being blunt intimidates the hell out of most guys. But it's the way I am, so…" Allie reached for the vodka again. "But back to you. Isn't there a hot, naked woman in my bedroom, waiting for you to straighten this whole mess out with her?"

"You're still assuming it's fixable." She didn't get how things were between him and Jane. Kurt got to his feet anyway. "But your mind's made up? About us?"

She rolled her eyes. "You'd be disappointed if I changed my mind now. Admit it."

He didn't reply—he didn't need to. Sometimes, she seemed to know him better than he knew himself. Allie. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

Her eyes were puffy, her head ached a little, and her heart was in pieces—why hadn't she put her headphones on while Kurt and Jane were having spectacular sex?—but Allie still couldn't help but be amused as her newly ex-boyfriend brushed a kiss over her forehead, then turned away. He was such an idiot—but a lovable one. Jane was a lucky woman.

And Allie was some kind of emotional masochist for enduring through this threesome. My next relationship had better be The One. I deserve that, after doing this.

All she wanted now was to get them out of her apartment, so she could mourn the loss of her relationship properly. She could tell Kurt was feeling guilty about his unintentional emotional infidelity—and part of her was glad that he felt bad, because she really was suffering now—but there was no point in holding a grudge. He hadn't done anything about his feelings since he'd started dating Allie, until she'd convinced him it was okay with her.

Well, 'okay' in the 'I'm giving you permission' sense, at least.

Just gotta deal with it and move on.

Less than ten seconds after he'd left the room, she heard Kurt call, "Jane?"

Oh, god.

Allie took a quick sip of vodka, then abandoned the bottle. She got to her feet just as Kurt returned to the living room, looking agitated. "She's gone."

Oops. This wasn't part of the plan. "She must have overheard us talking and snuck out."

"Damn it." Kurt rubbed the back of his neck, no doubt jumping to yet more conclusions and overthinking this entire thing. "I should head over to her safehouse, make sure she's okay."

"Yeah, that's a good plan. But before you charge off over there…" Allie beckoned to him. "Sit back down for a minute."

Kurt looked as though he wanted to protest, but did as she asked—probably only because he felt guilty about their relationship imploding. "What's up?" he asked distractedly, his mind on Jane.

"I want you to tell me what happened between you two, before we started dating. You owe me this," she added, when Kurt opened his mouth to refuse. "Since you started dating me again right after that, when you should have just talked to Jane, you owe me an answer."

Guilt-tripping him to satisfy her own morbid curiosity wasn't her finest hour, but if she didn't get the details, then she couldn't make sure he didn't screw up again when he went over there. And if he failed to convince Jane that they were good together, Kurt might decide to settle for Allie.

Allie was strongly opposed to being settled for. If her partner wasn't all-in, then it meant she was settling, too.

Kurt sighed, looking anywhere but at Allie. "She slipped her protective detail one night, back when she still had one, and I found her outside my apartment building. She kissed me, but then Sawyer interrupted us, so she said goodnight and left."

"Okay…" Allie prompted, sensing there was more to the story.

"The whole team headed out to Turkey on a mission the next morning. We got held hostage overnight, tortured a little, took out the bad guys in the morning, flew home. And then Jane asked Mayfair to drop her protective detail, and Mayfair agreed."

He was stalling, so Allie helped him along a little. "So you went 'yay, time for some time alone with Jane!' And then…?"

Kurt looked down at his hands. "I asked her to meet me at the park near my place, at a specific time that night. She, uh… She didn't show."

Allie frowned. She would have assumed wild horses wouldn't have kept Jane away from that date. "That seems a little odd, given that she was the one who made the first move on you."

"Obviously, she had second thoughts about us," Kurt said flatly.

"Or she ate something bad and was throwing up, or she fell asleep on the couch and didn't wake up in time, or she was in a different part of the park and couldn't find you, or—"

"Then she could have called," Kurt snapped, glaring at Allie. "But she didn't. She just left me to wait there for a solid hour."

Allie held up a hand, warning him to calm down, and he took a breath, shooting her an apologetic look.

"So…what did she say when you asked her about it the next morning?" she asked, suspecting she already knew exactly what had happened.

"I didn't ask." His jaw tightened.

Oh, Kurt. You are a stubborn, fragile, self-destructive idiot.

"You pretended you weren't there either, didn't you?" she guessed. "Probably without giving her a chance to bring it up first."

He didn't say anything, which was proof enough that she was right.

"Kurt… I get that being stood up sucks, especially when you're really into the other person, but…" She trailed off, attempting to get her thoughts together.

"She let me back off without a fight," Kurt said, as though that made his stupid decision justified.

"Put yourself in Jane's shoes," Allie said patiently. "You accidentally miss a date for whatever reason, and—I dunno, maybe your phone died and you can't call, or maybe you're worried that she'll be mad or get the wrong idea, so you don't get in contact with her. But hey, you'll see each other the next day anyway, so you can explain then, maybe reschedule. Only then she walks in the next day, and you're happy to see her, ready to apologise for the mix-up…but before you can say a word, she goes, 'Hey, sorry I stood you up last night. Probably better if we just stay friends.' What are you gonna say to that?"

Kurt was silent, and Allie gazed at his profile, trying to figure out if her point had sunk in. He could be so hard to read when he put his mind to hiding his emotions. That was something she wouldn't miss about dating him.

"Whatever happened that night, I doubt Jane stood you up because she wanted to," she said, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. "Go over there. Explain that I arranged this whole threeway thing just to hook the two of you up. Let her know I'm fine, that I'm not blaming her for anything. Then apologise for being a stubborn, uncommunicative ass, tell her you were at the park that night, ask why she didn't show, and move on from there."

Now that she'd brought his mind back to Jane's current absence, he got to his feet immediately, and so did Allie.

Kurt pulled her into a tight embrace, and she wound her arms around him, inhaling his familiar scent, then swallowing hard as tears gathered in her eyes. "Go on," she said shakily, pulling back so she didn't cry all over him. "She could probably use a hug right now as well."

He hesitated, clearly unwilling to just leave her like this.

"Kurt, go!" she insisted. "I want you to. I have to take a shower, wash the sheets…" Plus I'm nowhere near pathetic enough to start eating ice cream straight out of the carton while you're still here.

Kurt nodded. "I'll get dressed."

A minute later, Allie was on her way into the kitchen when she heard him call, "Don't suppose I left a hoodie or anything lying around?"

Allie frowned and made her way to the bedroom. "Not as far as I can remember. Why?"

Kurt picked up his jacket, shaking his head, and put it on over his bare torso. "For some reason, she stole my shirt."

Allie stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. "She couldn't zip the dress up all the way on her own, so she improvised."

Kurt took a second to process that, then gave a reluctant smile of his own. "Guess I'll have to go take it back."

"Good luck. Give me a call in a couple of days; let me know how it went."

As he left the apartment, she went into the bathroom and switched on the shower, ready to wash away the remnants of an emotional rollercoaster of a day and night. Stepping under the spray of hot water, she smiled again, despite herself.

Oh, Jane. You're gonna keep him on his toes, and that's exactly what he needs.

Author's Note: That's it for Allie until a tiny epilogue at the end of the fic. I hope I did her justice, despite the incredibly contrived threesome I forced them all into. :D