"I might be getting thirsty, we'll see," Kurt gave her an answer, hanging up after saying goodbye. He opened the car door, and started walking towards the entrance to Patterson's building.

Patterson hung up the phone, and padded carefully towards the bathroom where Jane had been for a little too long. She just heard quiet sniffles through the door, not much more. She knows that silencing herself is part of what Jane does when she secludes herself, but she also probably doesn't want to trouble Patterson with her messy, unkempt emotions towards Kurt. She also wanted to keep her emotions to herself, almost like a bubble. Just her and the man that she thought Kurt was, who he obviously was not any longer. Patterson didn't really know whether she should knock or what, because she was eavesdropping on a guest in her home. Patterson started backing away from the bathroom door when she decided to start eating. It was a habit, she ate celery when she got nervous. How stupid, right? Of all the things to binge eat, and she picks celery. It's what her mother gave her to calm her down when she was a child, so she would have something to focus on rather than the stressor at hand. She was sitting on her couch, finishing her fourth stalk of celery when she heard a quiet knock at the door. She put her celery Tupperware down and moved to answer the door.

"Kurt," Patterson breathed, relieved that he was here. He could always fix things, especially things pertaining to Jane.

"Hey, where is she?" Kurt frantically asked, looking around for Jane. "It's been 45 minutes, they're going to release the cavalry on her soon,"

"She's been in the bathroom, maybe you should wait though," Patterson suggested gently.

"I can't wait any longer, it's almost been the full hour. You know the rules, she has to be retrieved by her detail if no one's got eyes on her," Kurt sighed, frustrated with the situation.

"Does she not know her detail is still on her?" Patterson asked, very confused.

"No. Mayfair wanted to leave a night crew on her just in case," Kurt didn't finish. He knew how this made him, Mayfair, and the bureau they both worked for look.

"Don't breach the door, please. Just knock and ask her to come out," Patterson suggested again.

"Sure, I'll try that first," Kurt deftly walked to the bathroom door and waited for a second, listening. He heard the sniffles, just as Patterson had earlier. "Jane," Kurt spoke into the door. No response except the sniffles dying down. "Jane, you have to come out now," Kurt tried to tell her. He knew ordering her was hardly the way to get her to do what he wanted, but time was running out.

"No," Jane monotonously spoke at him.

"Jane, I need you to come out of the bathroom now," Kurt spoke, his voice quickly becoming desperate.

"No," Jane spoke again.

"You're going to hate me for this, but that's no different than the usual lately," Kurt glanced at Patterson, who was clearly worried about Jane and Kurt's situation. "Mayfair left your detail on at nights. You've been gone for 45 minutes, you have to be recovered within an hour. You have 15 minutes for your detail to have eyes on you, or they're going to breach this place and you'll have 24/7 security again," Kurt quickly spoke, hoping that would soften the blow a bit. Kurt didn't think until this point to see if the door was locked, but he tried, and of course it was. Jane wasn't stupid.

"Why did you let her do that?" Jane's voice got louder, and it was as if she was finally speaking to him rather than at him. She opened the door quickly, letting it hit the wall behind it. She grabbed her coat from Patterson's couch and started walking away from Kurt and Patterson.

"Jane," Kurt spoke, grabbing her arm and trying to pull her towards him. She snatched her arm from him and swatted his arm, hard enough to leave a mark in the morning.

"What? Isn't this what you wanted? Me under control, under someone else's watch? Well here I am, going downstairs to let my detail get eyes on me. Since that's so necessary for everyone but you," Jane breathed the last part, hoping he would hear it or see the hurt that flashed in her eyes. She walked to the door, and looked back at Kurt, holding his arm. Patterson was just standing there, eyes wide with fear of what was to come.

"I have to escort you home," Kurt's strained voice came to her clear, and full of pain.

"I can get one of the lovely agents downstairs to do that," Jane spat at him.

"They can't make contact except in emergency circumstances," Kurt spoke again.

"Isn't this an emergency?" Jane asked, opening her arms in question. Kurt was done with her games, tired of being played. He rallied his strength, forgot about the pain she had inflicted, and walked towards her. She didn't back up, never one to back down from a fight. He grabbed her hand, and put it on his chest in frustration. It's like this was their thing now, if they even had a thing. That's what couples had, and they were not that. Jane knew she couldn't resist him for very long, so she took her hand back and started walking out the door.

"Thanks, Patterson," Kurt mumbled and walked out after Jane. Patterson went back to the couch, and resumed her nervous celery eating.

Jane walked to the elevator and slammed the button with her fist and waited for it. It opened, and she hoped it would close before Kurt came out, but he snuck in. He was clearly seething, but waited for the doors to close behind him.

"Jane, what the hell?" Kurt shouted at her once they were in the elevator, away from the world.

"Why do you even care about me?" Jane quietly asked at him, determined not to let her anger get the best of her.

"What?" Kurt was still shouting at her, but he looked her dead in the eye.

"Why do you care about me? You have so many other people, I'm just extra worry for you." Jane spoke, still quietly and calm as ever.

"Jane, that's not what this is about." Kurt sighed, still looking at her.

"I just need you to be okay, and having me around isn't making you okay. It's doing the opposite actually, I'm making everything worse for you," Jane spoke again.

"It's not you, it's me, okay?" Kurt started looking at his shoes, as if he was actually interested in anything in the elevator other than her eyes. The elevator rung throughout their ears, and Jane stepped around Kurt, being careful not to touch him. She walked out of Patterson's apartment building, with Kurt close behind. Once they were outside, Jane stopped and looked around for a minute.

"What are you looking for?" Kurt kindly asked her. Without thinking, he put his hand on the small of her back, but she stepped forward in an attempt to stop touching him. She wasn't sure why he liked to drop bombshells on her and then try to comfort her.

"My detail, since they were the ones who were so worried about me, right?" Jane asked him.

"What do you want from me, Jane?" Kurt asked, a shimmer in his eye telling her what he wanted to hear her say but wouldn't say himself.

"I just want to go home," Jane sighed, walking away from him. She was obviously done with this conversation for the night.

"And I want to talk," Kurt started following her again. It seemed like that's all he was doing lately, following Jane. Not a bad view, if you ask him.

"What do you want from me, Kurt? What do you want me to say? Do you want my permission to go screw Allison Knight? Is that what you want? Because here it is, here's your permission. Go protect her instead of me," Jane spat at him, and continued walking away from him.

"You don't get to do that, you don't get to not show up and then keep telling me you don't want to talk, and then be pissed at me for going to her!" Kurt was angry again, he started shouting at Jane. She stopped in her tracks and turned around to look him dead in the eyes.