Disclaimer: I do not own Jane or Kurt or Blindspot. Writing about them is simply the outlet for my obsession.

They sat on a loveseat in front of a sunny window at the crowded Starbucks only blocks from the beach. Jane had donned her shirt and shorts again, and Kurt his t-shirt, as they'd left the sand, and they now sat close together, sipping coffee and watching the people who came in and out of the small shop. They sat side by side, their shoulders pressed together, Kurt's feet on the floor and Jane sitting cross-legged, her right knee resting on Kurt's left leg. Their joined hands rested on her knee, and she couldn't help but feel like it all was, once again, too perfect.

In a way, it was a relief to be out of the sun, though it simultaneously felt strange to be back in the air conditioning after the better part of two days outside. They had been sitting quietly for a few minutes, just taking it all in, when they overheard a blonde woman who appeared to be about their age talking to a redhead beside her as they waited for their drinks. Their topic of conversation, from what they could tell, was about something happening that night. The blonde sounded excited, which was what caught Jane's attention first.

"Did I tell you about the concert tonight?" the blonde asked excitedly.

"Yes," her friend replied. "Did you find out who's playing?"

"I did!" the woman gushed. "Danny's friend is on the crew, and he said the surprise band tonight is going to be GooGoo Dolls," the blonde said excitedly.

"At Neptune Park?" her friend asked in surprise. "Wow, that's going to be crazy. They played the giant amphitheater at Farm Bureau Live last year! They're going to play in that tiny little park?"

"Well, I guess the organizers figure that because it's still a surprise, it'll be manageable… and that the overflow will go down the boardwalk and onto the beach? I don't know. It's going to be amazing, though," the blonde said as she picked up her coffee from the counter.

"We're going, right?" her friend asked as they walked toward the exit.

"Of course," the first woman said. "We're just going to need to be there early." And then they were gone.

"Wow," Jane said quietly, "They're really excited about that concert."

Kurt nodded in agreement, turning her hand over in his. "They certainly are. Though to be fair, they're right, that's a pretty big band to be playing in that little park," he said, glancing at the window across the store from them. "It's the one right in front of the Neptune statue, next to the boardwalk. Did you see it?"

"No, I didn't notice. I guess I was too busy staring at the three story tall statue of the god of the sea," Jane replied, shaking her head.

"Understandable," Kurt replied, "Well, you'll see it when we walk back up to the beach. Assuming that we walk back to the beach from here…" He glanced at her, and she nodded.

"Oh course," she agreed.

"I should tell Sarah, I think that's a band she likes," he said, reluctantly letting go of Jane's hand and reaching into the green bag for his phone. He typed out a text to his sister as Jane leaned against his shoulder.

The surprise band playing at Neptune Park tonight is GooGoo Dolls. Isn't that one that you like?

Her reply came less than a minute later.

GooGoo Dolls?! Are you serious? How do you know?!

"Sounds like one she likes," Jane commented. "That's a lot of excited punctuation."

Kurt chuckled softly, nodding. He was already typing his reply.

We're at Starbucks across the street from there, and just overheard two women talking. Apparently one of them knows someone on the crew. That's what they said.

Again, the wait for a response was very short.

If that's true, it's going to be amazing. I wanted to go to their concert last year, but I had plans that day. You guys would love it… you don't even know what they sing, do you?

Jane continued reading over Kurt's shoulder, smiling because Sarah knew very well that neither of them was familiar with that particular band. Or almost any band, really.

Nope, Kurt typed back.

I can pull up lots of their music for you, Sarah replied. Do you want to meet up for dinner? Or are you guys doing your own thing? Sawyer is already telling me he wants pizza tonight.

Kurt turned to Jane questioningly. "What do you think?" he asked, kissing her forehead. "Pizza with Sarah and Sawyer? It's up to you."

"Sure," Jane replied. The gleeful smile on her face and the speed with which she'd answered made him wonder if she even knew what she'd just agreed to, or if she was just drunk on the moment and saying yes to whatever he asked her. He looked at her curiously, and asked, "Do you know what you just said yes to?"

"Of course," she replied with a grin, looking directly into his eyes. "Dinner. With Sarah and Sawyer. Pizza."

"Okay, just checking," he said slowly, looking at her in amusement.

"Why, I look spaced out or something?" Jane asked, suddenly confused.

"You look… blissfully happy," he said with a smile, squeezing her hand.

"I am," she replied simply. "But I'm still listening to what you're asking me."

"Well that's definitely a good thing," he said with a smile, taking a small sip of coffee. They smiled at each other for a few long seconds, at which time he realized that he'd almost forgotten to reply to Sarah.

Pizza sounds good. What time?

5:30? I know you boys will be hungry by then, she replied quickly.

True, he typed. Where?

Anywhere. As long as there's pizza, was her answer.

Kurt rolled his eyes and brought up his map app, then began typing again.

Dough Boys California Pizza. 2410 Atlantic Avenue. Sound okay?

Sure, she replied. See you there, if not before.

He sent back a thumbs up emoji, then turned off the display on his phone. Looking down at Jane, who was leaning against his shoulder, he noticed that her eyes were closed. "You awake?" he asked.

"I think so," she murmured, "but I'm not sure. I'm in the middle of what feels like a really good dream. So don't wake me up, okay? I want to stay right where I am." He couldn't help but smile at that. Their weekend did feel like a really good dream. Without a second thought, he leaned his face down against the top of her head, slowly inhaling the scent of her shampoo. They'd been sitting in Starbucks long enough that even drinking slowly, they'd both finished their coffees, and yet getting up to go elsewhere felt like such an inconvenience.

"What time is dinner?" Jane asked without opening her eyes.

"5:30," Kurt replied, turning his head so that his cheek rested against her hair.

"What time is it now?" she asked.

Clicking his screen on again, he looked down at his phone in his right hand. "Almost 2:00," he said. "What do you want to do until then?"

"This," Jane said without hesitation, which made Kurt laugh.

"We're not doing anything," he laughed.

"That's fine," Jane replied, beginning to sound far away.

"Are you falling asleep?" he asked, looking down at her suspiciously.

"Of course not," she replied. "I just drank coffee."

Her eyes were still closed, however, and from the sound of her voice, she was getting sleepy. Shaking his head at her, he chuckled quietly. They sat there for a while, Kurt not wanting to move, sure that she was asleep.

Finally, he decided to speak up. "Okay, Miss Not Falling Asleep… but you look a lot like someone who's falling asleep for someone who's not falling asleep…"

"Looks can be deceiving," she replied, to his amusement.

Shaking his head at her, he said, "Let's go back and take a nap."

His words brought back the same uncertainty she'd felt when he'd suggested it earlier, but this time, in her half asleep state – despite her protests to the contrary, she actually was falling asleep right there on his shoulder – she couldn't bring herself to worry about any of her earlier concerns.

"Okay," she whispered. "You win."

He frowned suddenly, realizing only then that Sarah had the key to the beach house. This was a problem.

Except that it wasn't, because at that moment, Sarah and Sawyer walked through the door. Kurt hadn't even noticed the door open, but in seconds, Sawyer was standing in front of them with a loud greeting.

"Uncle Kurt! Jane! You're still here!" he cried excitedly. Kurt looked up in surprise, and Jane opened her eyes, confused.

"What are you guys doing here?" Kurt asked Sarah, who was now standing beside Sawyer.

Sawyer rolled his eyes. "You said the magic word, Uncle Kurt," Sawyer told him. When Kurt looked at him in confusion, Sawyer said, "Starbucks. She couldn't resist the pull of coffee." He looked over his shoulder at his mom, who grinned.

"Guilty," she admitted. "Why not? We're on vacation."

Jane just smiled, her eyes slipping closed again. Kurt nodded, realizing how perfect his sister's timing was. "Since you're here," he said, "could I have the key to the house?"

"Sure," she said, digging it out of her pocket and handing it to him. "You guys going back there?"

"Someone needs a nap," he replied, looking down at Jane, who appeared to be asleep on his shoulder.

"Yeah, Kurt's tired," Jane agreed without opening her eyes. "I think his coffee is broken."

Kurt and Sarah both chuckled at her. Sawyer stood several feet away from them, his attention on the menu board.

"Mom, may I get something?" he asked.

"Something that's not coffee," she called in reply. He made a face at her and kept reading.

"Jane, let's go," Kurt said, nudging her with his elbow. "Time to wake up."

"I'm not waking up," she said stubbornly, "because I'm not sleeping."

"Okay, then open your eyes, and let's stand up," he urged her patiently. She made a face, but slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing Jane saw when she opened her eyes was Sarah grinning at her, which made her want to close them again. She liked Sarah, she did, but she didn't feel like having Sarah in her face just then.

Seeing that her eyes were open, Kurt decided to take advantage of it before she had a chance to close again, and stood up, pulling her up along with him. With the key in his pocket, he put the green beach bag over his right shoulder, his left arm around Jane. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty, let's go," he said soothingly.

"Bye, you guys," Sarah grinned.

"See you later," Kurt replied.

Sarah watched the pair in amusement as Jane muttered under her breath about how she hadn't been sleeping, and could he please not call her Sleeping Beauty… They were just so cute. She went over to join Sawyer by the menu board as Jane and Kurt went out through the door and onto the sidewalk.

Once outside, Jane squinted in the light as Kurt's arm returned to her shoulders. She leaned against him, her arm around him as well, more for support this time than the previous ones. She remembered why she'd said no to a nap before, but her hesitation seemed irrelevant now. A nap sounded… heavenly.

They crossed to the far side of Pacific Avenue and turned left, and it was just over five blocks to 25 ½ Street. By the time they got that far, Kurt wasn't convinced that Jane wasn't actually walking and sleeping at the same time. She was very good at a lot of unusual things, after all, so maybe she could manage it. She'd appeared to be walking with her eyes closed for the past two blocks, which was what made Kurt wonder.

When they finally reached the front door of the beach house, pausing so that he could unlock the door, he saw her eyes open just a crack.

"We're back already?" she asked.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her. "Yes," he said as he steered her through the doorway, walking behind her and attempting to keep her upright, because he couldn't walk through the door at the same time as her. He stopped and kicked off his sandals, and she bent down to pull hers off as well, having considerably more trouble doing so than usual.

Once the sandals were dispensed with, he set the green bag down and steered her down the hallway by the shoulders, again walking behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at him with a sleepy smile, and immediately almost tripped over her own feet. He stopped abruptly to avoid bumping into her, and smiled. "Look where you're going, please," he said softly as she turned back around, righting herself. They reached their bedroom door at the end of the hall on the right without further incident, and he opened it before she'd even had a chance to try.

She continued across the room to lie down as he turned and closed the door behind them, locking it for good measure – because with Sarah and Sawyer, well, you just never knew. Not that he thought that this was anything other than a nap, because Jane seemed truly exhausted. That was fine with him. They were both there together, and that was what mattered.

When he turned around, he saw that she'd sat down at the edge of the bed but had yet to pull herself up any further. She looked up at him as he walked toward her, smiling slightly, and wondering what exactly the look was that he saw on her face. Surely she wasn't anxious again, knowing him like she did? But then, knowing her as he did, he knew that it was a distinct possibility. So he smiled warmly at her, raising his hands in the air as if in surrender.

"I come in peace," he said, which made her smile. She looked away and shook her head, turning tiredly toward the middle of the bed and momentarily unable to work out how to pull back the covers, since she was sitting on them. He couldn't help but chuckle as he made it to her side, just as she finally figured out the problem and stood up, at which time he bent down to fold them back for her.

While his right hand had pulled back the covers, his left had slipped around her waist and she now turned towards him, leaning her forehead tiredly on his shoulder. "Come on, lay down," he urged her gently, trying to nudge her in the direction of the bed. She shook her head against his shoulder. He chuckled, shaking his head at her and added, "I'm not leaving, silly. I was planning to stay right here with you. You're more tired than you think. Can you just lay down, please? Or should I demonstrate how that's done?"

She made a pouting face that rivaled a grumpy three year old as she shifted her weight off of him, stood back up and turned toward the bed, nearly falling onto it as she climbed in and pulled the covers over her. He walked around to the other side and got in as well, scooting himself over until he was beside her. She was lying on her back, her head turned towards him and her eyes closed, already appearing to be asleep. He propped himself up against his right elbow, staring down at her for a few seconds, his hand finding hers under the covers.

Without opening her eyes, she smiled, scooting towards him and then turning away without a word so that her back was against his chest once again. He draped his arm over her waist, lowering his head onto the soft pillow that lay beside hers, and wondering how any of this was possible. This kind of good… it just didn't happen to him. That was his last conscious thought before he, too, drifted off to sleep.

She woke up slightly confused, a few hours later, not quite remembering how they'd ended up at the beach house. She remembered the beach, the pier, Starbucks… telling Kurt that she didn't need a nap because she'd just drank coffee… and yet here she was, laying in the bedroom that she recognized, as her eyes slowly opened, as being in their beach house. Smiling happily, she noted that Kurt's arm was draped over her waist and his hand was holding hers. She didn't think she could ever get tired of that small gesture of affection.

He'd felt her stir slightly, and guessed that she was now awake. He'd only awoken a few minutes before, and simply laid there, enjoying the moment of being so close to her. "What time is it?" he whispered from behind her, unable to see the clock that lay on the bedside table in front of her.

"4:37," she replied in a sleepy voice. Her eyes fell closed again. She knew that they needed to get up soon, since they were supposed to meet Sarah and Sawyer at 5:30, but there was still a little time left. She felt him lay her forehead against the back of her neck, and she couldn't help the same rush of affection for him that she'd felt so many times over the course of that weekend – and if she was being honest with herself, so many times over the course of the time they'd known each other. The difference now, of course, was that she was no longer telling herself it was nothing.

"How'd you sleep?" he whispered.

To his amusement, he could hear the smile in her voice when she replied, "It was the best nap ever," which made him chuckle.

"Good," he said, laying a gentle kiss against the top of the oil derrick tattoo that stuck up from beneath her t-shirt at the base of her neck. She leaned back against him while also pulling his arm tighter around her, now as close to him as she could get. Neither of them moved for a few minutes after that, and Kurt swore that from the sound of her breathing, she'd fallen asleep again. That was okay with him. It was fair to say that just then, he had absolutely no complaints.

The next time she opened her eyes, the clock read 5:02. As her brain attempted to process the numbers, she detected something else, the sensation of his fingers in her hair, moving against her scalp. "Mmmmmm that's nice to wake up to," she whispered, leaning back toward him as she attempted to see him over her left shoulder. "Why do you have to be doing that when we have to get up?" she asked quietly.

"Sorry," he chuckled. He'd been playing with her hair since the last time she'd woken up and fallen back to sleep. It wasn't something he was doing to try to wake her up, more just because he couldn't help himself. The tattoos on her skin that was closest to him were covered up just then, so he'd found something new to do to occupy himself. He forced himself to stop, sliding his hand to her shoulder, resting it on her t-shirt sleeve.

"We don't really need food, do we?" she asked maneuvering herself slowly so that she could turn over and face him. He moved his hand off of her shoulder to let her move more easily, waiting until she was still before covering her right hand, now laying on the bed between them, with his left.

"Speak for yourself," he told her in his best mock serious voice, his eyes not leaving her face. "I definitely need pizza."

"Right, of course you do," she laughed. "How could I forget?"

He leaned towards her, almost as if in slow motion, and kissed her equally slowly, pulling back only when it became necessary to come up for air. She blushed, though she couldn't be sure why, and watched him smile back at her.

"What was that for?" she asked quietly.

He looked like he might laugh then, his eyes twinkling, and he replied, "Who said I needed a reason? Except, of course… you." She smiled, biting her lip and not sure what to say, which he took as a good thing. He'd never seemed to be able to find the right words before, not even with her most of the time, and yet somehow this weekend, the beach had had some kind of magical effect on him. Finally, he felt like he was doing things right. How else could he explain how happy she looked?

Lifting his head up to look behind her, he sighed. "5:11. We need to get up. It's not far to walk, but it's not next door." She made a face at him that expressed her displeasure at the idea, but he just kissed the tip of her nose and then leaned back. Then, using every bit of willpower that he possessed, he let go of her hand and rolled himself over, toward the far edge of the bed. Slowly bringing his feet over the side to rest on the floor and rubbing his eyes, he looked back at her and saw that she hadn't moved, other than to roll onto her back.

"If you're not up in two minutes, I'm getting you up," he told her as he stood and walked slowly towards the door. He paused in the doorway, turning around to look at her, and saw her eyes open a crack.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she asked, arching her eyebrow at him playfully.

"I guess you'll find out if you don't get up," he told her teasingly, knowing that he had probably just guaranteed that she wouldn't get up until he came back. He went down the hall to the bathroom, and among other things, after washing his hands, he swished mouthwash in his mouth to erase the stale taste that had moved in while he slept.

Two minutes later he was back at the bedroom door, and found that he'd been right, she'd remained exactly where she'd been when he'd last been there. "Time to get up," he told her, walking toward the bed as her eyes opened once again. The look on her face dared him to do whatever it was he was going to do to get her up. "Okay, you asked for it," he told her seriously, shaking his head and standing above her.

Turning and leaning down, he lowered himself to the bed on his hands and knees until he was aligned with her, positioning his knees on either side of her legs and then lowering himself slowly over her, his hands braced against the bed a few inches from each of her shoulders. She was looking at him in confusion. This was totally unlike anything that had happened in this room up until now…

How is this supposed to make me get up? she wondered, feeling slightly frantic and very confused.

He stared into her eyes, lowering his face closer and closer to hers until only inches separated them, and then not even that. She could smell the mouthwash on his breath, and she was sure that he was going to kiss her… except that he didn't. He froze in place, his face not even an inch from hers, and looked directly into her eyes, in which he detected a mixture of excitement and anxiety all at once. He held that position for what felt like an agonizingly long time to her, but wasn't actually more than thirty seconds, at the most.

"You have to get up now," he whispered. And then just like that, he leaned back, sitting up on his knees and then climbing backwards, off the bed, stepping out of reach just in time as Jane swung at him playfully.

"You're never, ever allowed to tell me I'm a tease, ever again!" she called, as she almost jumped out of bed after him. She punched him playfully in mock exasperation as she walked past him toward the bathroom, still shaking her head and mumbling under her breath. He chuckled, his senses still tingling a little from the risky way that he'd gotten her up, but commending himself on having gotten the job done. That could have gone very differently, after all, and they may not have made it out of the room at all, had things been just a little different.

He walked down the hall to the small living room, just inside the front door where they'd left their sandals and the green bag. While he waited for her, he slipped his sandals back on and picked up the bag, opening it to check his phone.

There were a few teasing texts from Sarah, the last of which said, Are we still on for dinner at 5:30? Or did you guys change your minds? "Naps" can do that to a person…

He shook his head at her and typed. We'll be there. It was an actual nap, for your information. Chuckling, he put the phone back in the bag, setting it down as he heard the bathroom door open.

She emerged from the bathroom and saw him across the room, already wearing his sandals and watching her playfully. She walked towards him slowly, her eyes locked on him as if targeted by a laser guidance system, stopping directly in front of him and looking into his eyes intently. "I want to get one thing straight," she told him seriously.

"Oh?" he asked. "What's that?" Try as he might, he couldn't help but grin after what he'd done to get her out of bed.

He was surprised then, as he stood there grinning at her, when she leaned forward quickly, and far more forcefully than he was expecting, kissing him insistently for a full minute. Just when he started to lose touch with his senses, as overloaded as they were from what was happening between the two of them, she pulled back suddenly, both of them out of breath and standing there, staring at each other. He swore she looked just as surprised as he did, which brought a slow smile to his face.

"What?" she asked, finally catching her breath enough to speak. He smiled in slight bewilderment, shaking his head slightly.

"Nothing," he replied innocently, then took a half step towards her. "Anything else you want to say?" She slapped his arm playfully, looking down and wondering what in the world she'd just done, and what to do now…

His expression immediately softened, teasing finished for the time being, and he laid his hand gently against the skin of her arm just below where her t-shirt sleeve stopped. He rubbed gently up and down her arm from that spot down to just past her elbow several times, until she finally looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and she immediately had the sense that, despite what had just happened, everything was fine. The slight panic that she had felt began to subside, replaced by a warm glow and a sheepish grin.

Of course, he was not going to complain about what she'd just done, but he also didn't necessarily see it as any kind of sign. He could see that she needed reassurance of this, and so he'd pulled back from the faster, more aggressive speed that they'd just suddenly jumped up to, back to where he knew she was comfortable. That was fine. This was Jane, and as long as she was by his side, or in this case, in front of him, that was totally alright.

"Come on, we need to get going," he told her in a low voice. She just smiled, slipping her sandals on her feet and picking up the bag from the floor to put it over her left shoulder.

"I'm ready," she told him. "Do you have the key?"

"Right here," he replied, holding it up as they walked through the door. He locked it behind them, and they set off for the restaurant… only a few minutes late, but well worth it in the end.

XXX

Sarah looked up as they approached the table. "Hey, you guys! How was your nap?" she cried, a little too happily, her eyes dancing with laughter. They were only five minutes late, not bad, all things considered. Jane knew for a fact that they didn't look disheveled, nor did they have any reason to. Still, it was hard not to blush just a little when Sarah was looking at them the way she was… like she knew exactly what they'd been up to.

She just thinks she knows, Jane reminded herself. She's using her imagination. She probably thinks a lot of things that didn't actually happen.

Smiling back at Sarah, Jane replied, "Great. I don't know why I was so tired… but I feel a million times better. I swear, that beach house is magical."

Without a word, Kurt leaned over to her, turning all the way around so that he was facing away from Sarah, toward the wall behind Jane, and whispered in her ear, "Just the house, huh?" She bit her lip to keep from laughing, and when he turned back to sit beside her as if he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, she gave him a peck on the cheek.

When he continued to wear a slightly injured expression, she leaned her face against his, whispering, "You're not too bad, either," fully aware of Sarah's rapt attention. Avoiding it, however, was a lost cause, and they both knew it. Now looking back up at Sarah, who was watching them with nearly uncontrollable glee on her face, Jane grinned and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Uncle Kurt! Hey Jane!" Sawyer called, walking back across the restaurant from the bathroom and sitting down beside his mother.

"Hey, buddy," Kurt greeted him. "Did you make it back to the beach after your mom got some coffee?"

Sawyer nodded happily. "Yep, we did," he replied. "We found a new spot, and I started a new sandcastle, which was way better than the one I built this morning," Sawyer told him enthusiastically. "It was awesome."

The three adults all smiled at Sawyer's excitement. Just then, a waitress approached their table, asking if they were ready to order. Jane and Kurt hadn't even noticed the menus on the table in front of them, so they asked her for a few more minutes. When Jane picked up the menu in front of her, Kurt simply leaned over her shoulder to look at it along with her. Never mind that Sarah was staring openly at them now, a grin spread across her face a mile wide. He honestly didn't care… though he did wish that he could have gotten her to stop.

"Mom, we're getting pepperoni, right?" Sawyer piped up loudly. Trying to ignore whatever strange unspoken game the adults seemed to be playing.

"Yes," Sarah assured him, "one pepperoni pizza for sure. How many pizzas do we need?" she asked, looking across the table at Kurt suspiciously. "How hungry are you right now?"

"Tough question," Kurt replied, thinking hard. "We could get two, and then if it's not enough…" Jane and Sarah both shook their heads at the thought that two pizzas wouldn't be enough. "…then we'd just need some dessert or something. That sounds logical, right?" He looked from one of them to the other, seeing the amused looks on their faces.

"Right!" cried Sawyer, who'd only started listening when his uncle had said the word "dessert." That didn't matter, however, and whatever he'd said about dessert was okay by Sawyer.

The two women chuckled, exchanging looks. Kurt's hands had dropped to his lap, and from there his right had moved to Jane's leg, now resting lightly just above her left knee.

"So what should the second pizza be?" Sarah asked, attempting to get a decision out of the other two before they got lost in their own world. They were already glancing more and more frequently at each other with goofy smiles, and she wasn't sure how long it would be before she lost them altogether. Not that she wasn't okay with them being so happy… but pizza was the first priority.

Kurt, however, took his pizza toppings very seriously. "Sausage? Green pepper? Barbecued chicken? Ham?" Suggestions just continued to spill from him as the two women shook their heads. Sarah held up a hand to stop him.

"Okay, okay, that's enough," she laughed. "Are you saying you want all of those things on one pizza? Because I think that's too much." Then again, coming from her brother, it wouldn't surprise her.

Jane just smiled, really not concerned about what was on the pizza. Yet again, she felt like she was dreaming, surrounded by a little bubble of happiness. She would eat anything – or nothing – if she was allowed to be here in this moment.

"I can agree to one of those meats, plus whatever vegetables you want," Sarah continued. "What do you think, Jane?"

Kurt turned and looked at her, concern flaring for a second as he relived various moments when she'd been asked her opinion on foods, back in the first few months he'd met her, especially, before she'd had an opinion, back when such a question had thrown her into a state of frustration and in some cases, panic. He knew for a fact that she now knew what she liked on her pizza, and yet… old habits die hard, he supposed.

Jane shrugged, smiling at Sarah. "I agree that all of those things on one pizza would be too much," she said, glancing at Kurt and then unable to help but burst out laughing at the look of disappointment on his face. She managed to whisper, "Sorry," to Kurt, leaning her forehead against his cheek for a few seconds, overcome with the adorable face he was making at her in an attempt to influence her decision in his favor. Still, it didn't change her mind.

"So," Sarah attempted to say between bursts of her own laughter, "which meat is it gonna be, Kurt?" He narrowed his eyes at his sister, then glanced at Jane once more before the look of mock distress melted from his face, replaced once more by this trademark smile.

"Sausage? With green pepper?" he asked, looking from one of them to the other. They both nodded.

The waitress came back then, asking if they had decided. Kurt ordered the two pizzas, plus four sodas, and the waitress disappeared again. Jane was already feeling uncomfortable under Sarah's scrutiny, which only seemed to be getting more intense as the minutes wore on.

Thankfully, Sawyer was relatively oblivious to what was going on, and he was just as happy to chat a mile a minute as he'd been back when Jane had first met him, when he was nine. He chatted about the sandcastles he'd built, the kids he'd met that day, the beach, the boardwalk, the various people they'd run into and funny things that he'd thought of… anything and everything that came to his mind.

Sawyer continued to dominate the conversation, during which time Sarah kept glancing at Jane and Kurt. If anything, they seemed to look even more relaxed and happy now that the attention was on Sawyer. Sarah knew that she'd been staring at them too much, but she simply couldn't help it. She vowed to herself to try to control her glee, turning her attention back to her son.

Before long, the pizza was delivered, and there was a blissful few minutes when no one spoke, everyone enjoying their first bites. By the time Sawyer was halfway through his first piece of pizza, though, he was talking excitedly again, which was pretty much how the meal went. Despite the fact that he was not one of the ones who'd had a nap, his energy seemed to be boundless.

Jane and Kurt were perfectly happy to let Sawyer have all of the attention, because it meant that Sarah wasn't staring quite as blatantly at them. She limited herself to the occasional gleeful glance, probably imagining herself to be subtle, despite the fact that she really wasn't. They didn't mind though… well, not too much.

Since Kurt needed to use his hands to eat, he compensated for the loss of contact between his hand and her leg by leaning his right leg toward her left so that their knees touched. Besides that, their fingers brushed against each other once in a while, when their hands rested on the table between bites. They didn't go out of their way to be obvious, but they also didn't go out of their way to hide these gestures, Sarah was noticing more and more. She took that as a very good sign.

One by one, the four of them all sat back, declaring themselves stuffed. They had eaten one and a half of the two pizzas between them, so they had a few more pieces left for later.

"And you were worried about having enough," Jane teased Kurt playfully as he maneuvered the check away from both his sister and Jane.

"I never said I was worried," he replied matter-of-factly. "I just had a back-up plan. It's an occupational hazard." He just grinned from her to Sarah.

It was true, Jane realized. In just about every situation we encounter at work, we have to have a back-up plan. She just smiled and shook her head at him.

"Wait, does this mean we can't get ice cream?" Sawyer asked, only now realizing that his uncle's plan probably wasn't being put into action after all.

"Not right now," Sarah told him firmly.

"Later?" he asked hopefully as they left the restaurant.

"We'll see," she told him. He seemed to accept this answer for the time being. Then, looking at her watch, she turned to Jane and Kurt. "So, do you know anything else about this mystery concert?" she asked them.

The two shook their head. "No, but we can head back that way and see what information they have posted," Kurt said, turning to Jane for confirmation. She nodded, looking back at Sarah.

"Okay," Sarah replied, knowing that she should let her brother and Jane go off on their own again after their dinner together. "Well I for one would like to go back and change…" Sawyer began to protest before Sarah had even finished her sentence, and she held up a hand to tell him to hear her out. "…and then," she continued, looking at her son pointedly, "we can wander back up here if something's happening. Are you guys wandering up that way?"

Jane and Kurt exchanged glances. He'd already reached for her hand while Sarah had been talking, and Jane squeezed his in silent agreement. "Yeah, we might as well," he said.

"Well, why don't you let us know if you find out anything?" Sarah suggested. "And otherwise maybe we'll run into you later." Jane and Kurt both nodded their assent to this plan.

"In that case," Kurt said, digging the hand that wasn't holding Jane's into his pocket, "you'll need this." He pulled out the keys to the beach house, handing them to his sister.

"Right, I will," she replied with a smile. "And, you may as well let me take the leftover pizza," she told Jane, who handed her the white box. "Alright, so… let us know if you find anything out, and if we don't see you back down here later, then… we'll see you in the morning?" There was just a hint of glee in her voice once again. Jane could relate to the inflection in Sarah's voice. She was feeling somewhat gleeful herself just then.

"Yes," Kurt said, "We'll see you later… or tomorrow."

"Okay…" Sarah said drawing out the word slightly, "have fun, you guys."

"Thanks," Jane replied, "you too."

Their goodbyes sufficiently exchanged, the two pairs went their separate ways. Jane and Kurt walked in silence for a few seconds, concentrating on dodging the other tourists on the increasingly crowded sidewalk. As they stopped at a crosswalk to wait to cross to the other side of Atlantic Avenue, Kurt sighed and shook his head. "Wow… Sarah was just…" He paused, trying to think of the right words to describe his sister.

"She's really happy for you," Jane supplied. "It's pretty obvious."

He chuckled and nodded in agreement. "That's true," he conceded, "though that doesn't quite cover it. I was going to say… exhausting in her enthusiasm about us." Now it was Jane's turn to chuckle. She couldn't exactly argue with him, and yet she knew, just as she knew that Kurt did, that his sister's heart was in the right place. They continued across the street along with the growing crowds, not making particularly good time to their destination, Neptune Park, about seven blocks away, but not particularly concerned. He let go of her hand and yet again laid his arm across her shoulders, drawing her closer.

"That's better," he murmured into her ear. "I wanted to do that all through dinner."

"Oh, you did?" she replied, looking up at him as they walked, her arm sliding across his back as well. As soon as they were back in their now familiar position, walking down the sidewalk, everything felt more in balance, more the way it was supposed to be.

When they finally reached Neptune Park, it was obvious that something was happening. There was a flurry of activity on the stage of the small amphitheater, instruments being set up but nothing distinguishing that told them what exactly would be happening there. A sign along the edge of the small park read, Free Concert Tonight, 8pm, Very special guest, but there didn't seem to be any other information available.

He took a picture of the sign and sent it to Sarah, with the text So far, this is all we know. She wrote back in seconds, saying simply, Okay, thanks.

A waist level, thick brick wall separated the wide sidewalk that ran between Catch 31, where they'd eaten dinner the night before, and the edge of Neptune Park. The sidewalk ended at the boardwalk, and it was crowded with people walking in all directions. Jane and Kurt found themselves standing beside the brick wall, where the sign was posted. People were beginning to climb onto the brick wall to sit, which seemed like a smart idea to Kurt.

"If we claim a place on the wall now, it'll be a great place to watch the show from," he observed, moving them closer to the wall even as he spoke. Many other people seemed to have had the same idea, and space on the wall was rapidly disappearing.

"Sounds good to me," she agreed, and they pulled themselves carefully up onto the wall. It was just wide enough at the top that they could, for the moment, sit sideways comfortably, facing the boardwalk, and beyond it, the ocean. Sitting this way, Neptune Park was on their left, Catch 31 on their right, as was the steady flow of people walking by. Since they'd turned sideways, Kurt sat with one leg on each side of the wall, and Jane on the wall in front of him, her legs crossed. Glancing behind her at the small but still unacceptably too large space between them, she scooted herself backwards until she was leaning against him.

He couldn't help but smile when she leaned back against him, his arms automatically wrapping around her and his head leaning over her shoulder until his cheek was against hers. "Better?" he asked.

"Perfect," she replied with a smile. He chuckled, unable to argue.

The next day would be Sunday, the day they both dreaded, when their perfect weekend would end, but just then… neither of them allowed themselves to think any further forward in time than that moment. Tourists continued to flow around them, both on the sidewalk to their right and the grass to their left, filling in the space between them and the stage at the other end of the small, grassy park as instruments were set up and readied for use on stage.

The reality of tomorrow was definitely approaching, but thankfully, they weren't there yet.