My first time writing for Blindspot and Jeller. Yay!

Summary: Instead of letting Jane walk away after the kiss, Kurt invites her up for dinner.

"See you tomorrow," she said, standing just a few steps away from him on the sidewalk but it suddenly felt like they were miles apart.

"Okay," he said, for a moment his legs felt heavy, every nerve in his body urging them to move, to go after her, but they froze in place. He watched her turn her back and start walking away, and the order went from his legs to his lips, "wait," he heard himself call after her before he knew it. She stopped immediately, a part of her dreading turning back, the other part, the louder part, calling her to run to him.

She turned around slowly and watched him, that mesmerised, confused look on his face, blue eyes striking through her. "Do you want to come up? Have diner with... with us?" he asked.

It was her turn to freeze. She didn't fail to notice the us instead of the me, and she knew he was protecting her again, no pressure, just dinner. And she knew the right answer was no. She knew enough had happened tonight to make her dread tomorrow, there was no need to add to it.

But she also knew she wanted more, not that any more would happen with his sister and nephew in the same space, but just spending more time with him for now was... more.

He sensed her trepidation, sensed that her brain was working overtime analysing the situation so he smiled and added, "don't worry, Sarah's not cooking. It's my turn tonight," and that was enough to break her out of her trance. She smiled. She nodded. And she walked over. He held the door open for Sawyer and for her. And he didn't fail to notice that she walked just an inch too close to him as she made her way through. Just as she didn't fail to notice that when his hand landed on the small of her back, leading her towards the elevator, it was a touch he had never dared to touch her before.

Standing next to Kurt in the back of the elevator, the nine year old in front of them, she suddenly remembered the last time she was standing there. And the sudden panic returned. She shifted, and he felt it. Of course he felt it. With a quick glance towards her, he reached over and took her hand in his with a gentle squeeze. Her gaze dropped to there clasped hands as he spoke.

"Hey, buddy, let's not tell your mom about what you saw down there, okay?" Kurt said. Sarah knowing about this was... it was the last thing he needed tonight. They needed.

Sawyer turned his head slightly, "but mom hates it when I lie to her," he replied innocently.

"Oh, no, it wouldn't be lying... How about this? How about we let this be our secret? Just us guys. What do you say?" Kurt negotiated.

Sawyer considered that for a moment. Sharing a secret with his uncle did sound pretty cool. "Ok, sure. Our secret," he attempted a wink and a smirk and turned back as the elevator doors opened.

"What took you so long?" Sarah quipped as she saw her son walking towards the front door, "I -" she stopped mid sentence as she saw Taylor - Jane - walk up behind Kurt. "T- Jane, hi! What... What're you...?" she stumbled, genuinely shocked to see the woman come back after the way the last dinner went.

"I invited Jane for dinner... Is that okay?" Kurt said feeling Jane come to a stop beside him, her hand brushing his swiftly, knowing there'll be no handholding at this point.

"Of course, of course!" Sarah, moving to the side to let them in, grabbing the groceries from Sawyer as he walked past her, "it's so good to see you again."

She made sure to keep her distance, no awkward hug this time, but she was pleasantly surprised when Jane leaned in for a quick friendly hug. She shot Kurt a look over her shoulder but he just gave her a smile and a shrug.

Dinner went well. A little too well.

Sawyer kept his promise, quickly forgetting it most probably when his mom told him it was okay to stay a little late and watch the game with his uncle. Guy time, he said and went back to his dinner.

The three adults kept the conversation simple, light. Jane told them about her night out with Patterson and Tasha before... before. And about their failed attempt at going shopping. She ended up just buying more jeans and tank tops, albeit in a few more cheerful colours. She swears she bought a light blue one and not just greys and whites.

Unlike her usual self, Sarah spoke the least at the table, glad to see the awkwardness from last time was slowly thawing over. But every time she looked over at Kurt, he felt it. She knew. She knew something was up. Of course she knew. And he managed to avert her gaze every time. Not now. Not now, please.

Jane didn't long after dinner. She knew she had to go back. Kurt knew it too. And Sarah knew something was up.

But that... that was enough for now. It was more and it was all they needed. It was something. It was normal. And it was enough. For now.

She said good night to Sarah and Sawyer and made her way to the door, with Kurt close behind, his hand on her shoulder. He stepped out side with her, leaving the door ajar.

And they stood there.

And it was suddenly awkward. She swayed on her heels, back and forth, and he dug his hands in his pockets, deeper and deeper, suddenly mesmerised by the paint pattern on the walls.

Now what? He knew what he should do. She knew what she wanted him to do, what she wanted to do. But neither did anything. They just stood there. And it was a sight for sore eyes. Two hard core bad ass agents standing face to face in hallway more awkward than a pair of teenagers after their first date.

"So, umm..." They both said at the same time, cutting each other off and smiling shyly.

"You first," she said, mainly because she did not really have anything to say.

"Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride back?" He asked.

She smiled, biting her lip, she shook her head. "I want to walk," she said.

He nodded, "okay, but be careful," he urged her, now more than ever.

"I can take care of myself," she quipped with a sly grin.

"I know you can," he replied with a smile on his lips but a look of concern in his eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said and he could only say what he said before.

Okay.

He watched her disappear into the elevator and stood there for another moment, acutely aware that his knuckles were starting to chafe as dug his hands deeper into his pocket.

Luckily, he managed to avoid Sarah for the rest of the evening. She busied herself with the dishes for most of it then quickly excused herself when she came out and saw the boys too engrossed in their game.

She gave her some a kiss and walked towards her bedroom, pausing shortly by Kurt as she walked.

"You and I need to talk," she whispered.

"Talk about what?" he feigned confusion, eyes glued to the game.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, "You're pathetic," she mumbled.

When he called her later at night, his voice hopeful, boyish, it never occurred to him that the next morning, with a slight spring in his step, and small smile on his lips, the first words he will hear upon walking into the bullpen would be, "Jane's missing."

So, there it is. My first Blindspot/Jeller fic. I would love hear what you guys think!