"No," Jane clearly said and shook her head at him. His resolve was broken the second she took his hand and turned to walk them inside.

"Jane, I should really be going home," Kurt sighed, motioning to the door. He looked like he was trapped in a cage, his eyes wide and a bit sweatier than he should be on a cool night.

"Kurt, calm down," Jane spoke, and rubbed his arms with her cold hands. She started laying a blanket on her couch and unnecessarily fluffed the pillows a bit before leading him to sit down. She set him down on the couch and started walking to the kitchen. Jane wasn't quite sure what was going through her head, but it was taking all of her strength not to jump him right now. But she settled for getting him a glass of water. She walked back to him and handed him the glass, which he greedily emptied in one gulp. She sat cross legged on the couch next to him, just looking at him.

"I'm fine, really," Jane spoke, grabbing one of his hands from the empty glass. She put his hand on her heart like he had done for her so many days ago. "I guess being arrested is just an occupational hazard," Jane tried to joke with him.

"I know," Kurt looked like he was trying to get this through his head, but part of him was resisting accepting Jane's state of fine-ness.

"Kurt, what's really going on? Why are you here?" Jane asked him, rubbing her thumb on his hand again. He couldn't think when she did that, so he removed his hand from hers. The slight hurt was blatantly displayed on her face.

"I just need to think," Kurt sighed at her, not meeting her eyes again.

"Is there anything I can do?" Jane asked.

"Why do you make protecting you so damn hard?" Kurt just decided to ask her. He finally met her eyes, the fierceness he felt for her displayed in his.

"I-I didn't know I did," Jane stammered, and now it was her who wouldn't meet his eyes.

"You disappear for twenty-five years, then you come back. You show up in a bag in the middle of New York City, crawl out, and they deliver you right to my door. And then you get involved at my work, in far more capacity than the asset label that Mayfair gave you. Then you decide to come to my apartment and kiss me, not lightly by the way, and then you don't show up at the park," that's when Kurt's voice broke, giving away how deeply he was feeling.

"Stop," Jane whispered to him, pleading with him.

"No, you don't get to tell me to stop. So you kiss me, and then don't show up. So then you ignore me at the office, and then you pull away from me. You make this monumental decision that you don't want whatever we have, and you didn't even consult me on it. So you can understand why I'm a bit angry here. You make it so damn hard to protect you, just because you won't let me. You and Sarah both," Kurt was finally done with his rant, putting the glass down on the table and letting his head settle in his hands.

"I'm sorry," Jane simply said. She didn't know what more she could say.

"Yeah, me too," Kurt spoke, and decided it was time for him to leave. He rose from the couch without even looking at Jane, and started towards the door he entered through.

"Stay," Jane breathed, and started to walk towards him.

"Why? What's the point anymore?" Kurt was honestly not sure.

"The point is that I need you," Jane just came out with it. "And I wasn't really planning on having this conversation for a while, if at all,"

"Well, here I am, wondering. So if you've got anything to say, now is the time," Kurt turned around to look at her. He saw the tears forming in her eyes, wanting so badly to wipe them away with his fingers. But he knew that touching her would completely break him right now, so he just kept his hands at his sides.

"I need you to be okay, I need to keep you safe," Jane spoke clearly, deliberately.

"By pulling away and hiding things from me?" Kurt questioned, knowing she wasn't telling him all that he needed to know.

"I don't tell you things so that I can keep you safe," Jane said.

"Really? It's my job to protect you, not the other way around. And I can't protect you from things that I don't know," Kurt was getting frustrated with her.

"You're the one that needs protecting here, not me," Jane's voice started rising.

"What do I need protecting from? You appeared with my name on your back, if that's not a sign for me to protect you then I'm not sure what is," Kurt tried to reason with her. He moved away from the door and took a step towards her.

"What if I'm not the person that we think I am? What if you're the one in danger here?" Jane questioned him. Clearly distressed, Jane started wringing her hands and was suddenly very interested in her socks.

"Then we can work through that, together," Kurt breathed, his voice becoming more strained. He took another step towards her. Jane took one step back.

"Kurt, I'm not good for you, this can't work out," Jane raised her hands at him, as if pushing him away in her mind.

"Are we talking about working together or being together?" Kurt knowingly asked her.

"I just need some space," Jane backed another step away from him, trying to put some distance between them. Kurt took two steps towards her.

"Jane, stop," Kurt grabbed her hands in a futile attempt to pull her closer to him.

"Kurt, I can't," Jane breathed at him, continuing to pull away.

"Jane, you can't pull away from everyone forever," Kurt held her hands tightly.

"Let me go," Jane asked, and started taking her hands back.

"What are you protecting me from?" Kurt asked again, holding her hands tighter as Jane started to struggle more.

"Me!" Jane shouted at him, stopping her struggle. Kurt pulled her into his arms quickly, not giving her much of a choice.

"I don't need protecting, Jane. I need you to tell me what's really going on here," Kurt spoke to her, rubbing her back.

"Please let me go," Jane started to struggle against him again, but they both knew that if she really wanted out, he would have a broken nose and she'd be free to go.

"I need you to talk to me," Kurt kept holding her, waiting for answers.

"Do you know what I need, Kurt? Do you really wanna know? Because I'm getting a bit tired of turning around every time I may want to talk to you about us, and getting a face full of Allison fucking Knight. I'm also tired of you trying to hide it from me. You literally brought her in to the FBI and let her see everything, and let her control our undercover operation. So I'm not quite sure why you don't just leave me and go work at the Marshal's office, because that might benefit you a bit more. Maybe she'll be easier to protect than me," Jane stated firmly, but after she finished speaking, her eyes went wide and she clamped a hand to her mouth. She knew she had said far too much for anyone's benefit, especially her own. What would ranting at Weller get her, a hug? She didn't need that either. Maybe she did, but that wasn't the point here. She saw the words registering on his face, and she decided it was time for her to take a walk. She shoved her converse on, grabbed her keys, and walked out into the cool night air.