/Jane's pov/
Knowing that he didn't believe I would be able to hit him, I smirked at the prospect of doing so myself. To be completely honest, I'm not sure I'd be able to pull it off. I'd attempted to approach him three times already, but had failed to get close enough to him. My shoes were still on my feet as I walked over to the training mats and took them off again.
Kurt was standing there looking like a cocky, arrogant Greek God when I turned around and looked at him. Then I'll launch an attack on you, and I'll expect you to defend yourself." It's fine if you really hit me; I'm not going to be bothered by it. I'll tell you where you can make improvements after that, all right? As he gave instructions, his expression conveyed genuine displeasure at having to perform this task for the
