Hello everyone,
This is probably going to be a tediously long author's note, so please bear with me.
Recently after a few weeks of cruel, targeted messages, reviews and tweets, I decided to remove most of my fics. The ridicule extended not only to my work but to myself as well. I am not sure if it was one or many people, but it was hurtful and invasive and uncalled for. I understand not everyone is happy that I don't update on their schedule but there is no reason for you to target my personal accounts with hate.
It was pointed out to me that I was wrong to so hastily delete my works, many of you have come forward and shared how much you enjoy my fics - a compliment I still battle to accept fully.
I deleted my works in a moment weakness, being attacked in such a vicious way can do that to a person.
But I'm here today to tell you; I have been talked down off the cliff. I have decided to use my hasty deletion as a sort of spring cleaning. I am going to re-post all of the deleted fics, one at a time, after I have had a chance to re-beta them and polish my work. All the smut fics will be posted into this collection, and a similar collection for angst and fluff will be added in the coming days. Any completed or AU stories will also eventually be re-added.
I apologize to anyone who felt wronged by my decision to delete, I was very deeply hurt by some of the messages I received and reacted in a way I am not entirely proud of.
I hope you all can forgive my rashness and that you will continue to support my work. :)
Finally, I'd like to add, I am human, behind this account is a person. A person who writes these fics with no compensation. Please try to understand that life gets in the way, that sometimes I can't update or insecurity means I rewrite chapters 15 times. Please be patient with me. I feel badly enough about not updating without cruel and passive aggressive reviews and messages. So I implore you, be kind.
Also, to everyone who came out and shared love about my fics, thank you. You're why I decided to come back at all.
And now, on with the show.
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"Kurt?" Diane called out angrily, shutting the door to her apartment behind her with a loud bang. Shrugging off her coat and scrummaging through her oversized bag she pulled out a newspaper. She glared at the offending item, dropping her bag and slipping off her heels.
"In here!" he announced from their bedroom. Kurt sat with his back against the headboard; glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read the latest ballistics biography. He grinned as she entered the room, his smile quickly fading as he took in her expression. Diane looked pained, her body stiff and eyes piercing.
"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, ripping off his glasses and placing them and his book on the side table.
"What's wrong?" Diane rasped out, her voice hitching slightly as her jaw clenched. Kurt gulped, hearing the incredulity in her tone. She was pissed - there was no doubt about it. Kurt sat patiently, waiting for her to elaborate, his silence only making her angrier.
"What the hell is this?" Diane finally snarled, throwing the paper at him. Kurt scrambled, barely able to catch the newspaper before it hit him in the face. He frowned grumpily at her uncalled-for behaviour, cocking his head to the side. Her sapphire orbs were dilated fully, her rage seeming to radiate from them as they bore into his own.
Unfolding the paper slowly, Kurt studied the black and white document, trying to figure out what had put his wife into such an awful mood.
Before he could find the offending article, Diane spat out her next question.
"You gave money to Pro-Life organization?" she queried furiously, her hands landing on her hips, as the anger leached through her body.
"What?" Kurt scowled, his face scrunching up in confusion.
"You donated to a Pro-Life group!" Diane accused.
"Yes?" Kurt replied, confused by her outrage, it wasn't as if she wasn't aware of his stance on abortion.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she screeched, running a shaky hand through her hair. Kurt moved to hang his legs over the side of their bed, glaring back at her.
"Diane, I donate every year, the murder-" he began, only to be cut off.
"Jesus Kurt! Did you even bother to think about asking me?" she yelled and Kurt stood, his blood beginning to boil the same fiery rage as hers. What the hell was her problem?
"No! I was under the mistaken impression it was my choice!" he snapped back and Diane threw her hands up into the air furiously.
"I'm running for the Democratic seat, Kurt! How do you think it looks that my own husband doesn't support me?" she cried out viciously. Kurt stepped toward her, pulling himself to his full height as he glared at her.
"You know damn well I support you, Diane!" he replied, his voice steady and low, the underlying edge making her gulp slightly. "That isn't what this is about!" he cast his hand back to the forgotten newspaper that now lay on their sheets. He moved toward her slowly, his eyes dark with bubbling rage.
"I don't care what it's about; I care what it looks like!" she retorted meanly. "I'm running on a pro-abortion platform and you're going around throwing money at Pro-life organizations!" Diane stepped closer to him too, her face hard.
"Diane, it's my money, I can do what I damn well please with it!" he shot back bitterly, his green eyes thin as they met her blue.
"Yes, well your money, just swept my feet out from under me! They have a copy of the cheque you sent; do you have any idea how this is going to affect my campaign? How much damage control I'm going to have to do?" Diane yelled, her expression a mixture of anger and anxiety.
"God, I'm so sick of hearing about this bloody campaign!" Kurt screamed back at her, his eyes cruel and fingers running roughly through his silvery hair in agitation.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Diane snarked back meanly. "I wasn't aware my dream was taking such a toll on you!" her hands gesticulated wildly as she became more and more frustrated.
"Yeah, well I didn't realise your dream was going to dictate the rest of our lives!" Kurt fired back, standing toe to toe with her. Diane smirked bitterly.
"So that's how you really feel then?" she questioned sarcastically.
"Yeah, it is!" he responded furiously no longer thinking his word through. Diane shook her head slowly, a malicious smile sneaking it's way onto her lips.
"Screw you!" she spat at him after a moment of silence, turning to leave the room. Her blue eyes stinging with tears she didn't want him to see. She wouldn't let him know how much his words had hurt her, the nerve they'd pierced.
"Hey!" he grabbed her wrist just as she spun; jerking her back toward him.
"Let me go, Kurt." she said steadily, both trying to calm her anger and banish her tears.
"No," he responded just as steadily, his voice low and dark.
"I swear to God Kurt, if you don't let me go…" she threatened.
"We're not done here,"
"Yes, we are!" she shoved at her husband trying in vain to free her wrist. Kurt anticipated her move and grabbed her other wrist tightly; holding her close to him.
"You don't get to decide that!" he bellowed, his eyes scanning her face rapidly.
"Let go of me!" Diane said again, her voice furious. Kurt merely smirked at her, pushing her by the wrists until her back hit a wall. Stepping further into her personal space, he pinned her hands to the wall behind her, aligning his body with hers.
"I swear, if you don't let me go-" Diane started only for Kurt to let out a low laugh.
"You'll what?" he goaded with a vicious laugh, pressing his hips against hers to hold her more firmly to the wall. The pair locked eyes again, both riddled with fury and adrenaline. Diane's chest heaved against his; her anger bubbling over as her eyes suddenly darted to his lips.
That was all the invitation he needed, moving forward Kurt closed the gap between them and kissed her hard. All teeth and tongues and passion. Diane pushed her body against his in feigned protest, denying him access to her mouth for a fraction of a second before lust took over and she was kissing him just as fiercely. Their tongues fought for dominance as she ground her hips into his, already feeling him harden.
Eventually, once he was certain she wouldn't try to escape, Kurt released her wrists. His large hands moved to the hem of her skirt and inching it up quickly.
Diane's free hands fell to his head, threading through his hair, pulling him closer to her and kissing him roughly. Moving back to gasp for air, she groaned as Kurt scraped his teeth down her throat, his tongue soothing the bruising love bites he left on her pale skin. Diane threw her head back in ecstasy as Kurt's hands finally pulled her skirt over her hips, his fingers moving to touch her through wet lace.
"Ahh," she moaned, her hips following his hand as it moved back ever so slightly. Her fingers found his back, digging her long nails into his flimsy t-shirt and dragging them across his covered skin.
Kurt growled at the pain, biting down on her collarbone and loving the way her body reacted to his. Slipping two fingers under the lace of her panties, he tugged hard; ripping the material and making his wife gasp in protest.
"You son of a-" her words were cut short as Kurt's mouth found hers again, kissing her soundly and leaving no room for profanities. Digging her nails into him again she dragged them round to his chest, prickling across his nipples before moving down to unbuckle his jeans in a hurry.
Pulling back from her mouth Kurt smirked.
"Eager are we?" he provoked cockily and Diane glared at him, her hand slipping into his pants to grasp him tightly. Kurt grunted, thrusting toward the contact of her hand.
"Well, you certainly are!" she fired back with a smirk of her own. Kurt let out a low chuckle and suddenly moved his fingers back to her core, making her whimper. Slipping two digits into her, Kurt smiled at her gasp; her head falling back against the wall again with a thunk as her mouth fell open. His thumb found her clit and suddenly she was grinding against his hand; desperate for more of his touch, her own hand pumping him sporadically as she slowly lost herself to the sensation of his fingers moving in and out of her.
"Yes!" she panted into his ear; so close she could practically taste her release. "Yes," she repeated, and Kurt smiled, kissing his way up her neck. His free hand tugged at her shirt, cupping a breast over silky fabric.
He had her, he knew he did; could read her body like a book, he knew she was close. Their lips met again in another fierce kiss and Diane shivered in anticipation of the orgasm to come, her body desperate. Pulling away to look at his wife, Kurt grinned, moving to press a soft kiss beneath her ear before mumbling:
"Not yet, Miss Lockhart."
Diane frowned at his words and then growled as his fingers left her. His digits moved instead to her thigh; hiking it up against his hip. Diane growled, scrambling to shove his jeans and boxers down. She panted loudly, her body thrusting toward him with each and every breath.
"Come on!" she groaned, beyond the point of caring whether or not it sounded like a plea.
Kurt positioned himself at her entrance, not moving and locking eyes with her. Both were breathing heavily and watching the other for any sign of backing down. Smiling at her, Kurt pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving back to watch as he slid into her.
Diane shuddered, her mouth forming a perfect "O" as Kurt began to thrust into her. His one hand held her leg to his hip while the other snuck down between them to rub at her.
"Fuck.' Kurt grunted as she squeezed her inner muscles in response – two could play at that game.
Catching his eye, Diane smiled, her heart beating furiously against her ribcage.
"Admit it." he said smiling back.
"What?" Diane frowned, gasping at the feeling of him filling her and the motion of his fingers.
"It gets you hot." he smiled, pressing his fingers harder and revelling in her shiver. "My right-wing views get you off."
"They do not!" she fought back adamantly, but her body betrayed her. The swift motion of his fingers and deep thrusts finally pushed her over the edge. Kurt groaned at the contractions of her inner muscles, the force of them sending hurtling into his own climax.
Kurt rested his damp forehead against her shoulder as the pair panted; both coming down from their high.
"God," Diane whispered, pressing soft kisses against his neck.
"Yeah." he agreed, slowly lowering her leg and slipping out of her. Diane's body shook with residual tremors and Kurt covered her mouth with his passionately. His tongue lazily tangled with hers as they took their time kissing each other, both apologizing in the best way they knew how.
Lifting his head, Kurt looked at his wife. God, but she was gorgeous.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, his hands circling her waist and pulling her into his body. Diane smiled, resting her head against his shoulder, her lips once again pressed against his neck.
"Me too," she mumbled, her arms encircling his neck and reinforcing their hug. "I know you didn't mean to cause the campaign any trouble, although why you felt the need to donate to such an atrocious-"
"Diane," Kurt cut her off, looking at her knowingly as she lifted her head.
"I'm sorry the campaign has been so awful for you," she whispered, her eyes sad and honest and filled with pain.
"It hasn't.' he replied quietly. "I was just angry." he admitted. "I mean don't get me wrong, I would like to see my wife more than a few hours a day, but I don't begrudge you your dream." Kurt smiled sincerely, and Diane blushed back.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "You're a good man, Kurt." she added proudly. "Politics aside, of course!".
Kurt laughed, leaning in to kiss her gently again. "Politics aside" he agreed.
Moving away from her, he buckled his pants again and she shimmied her skirt back into place.
Reaching out to hold her hand, he brought it to his lips.
"I didn't mean to cause you trouble, Di."
"I know." she said back sweetly.
"You wanna do dinner? We could go to the Italian place you like?" Kurt offered, still holding her hand and smoothing his thumb over the soft skin of her knuckles.
"No," Diane replied shaking her head and grinning at him. Kurt frowned, slightly confused. Moving closer to him once again, she wrapped her arms round his neck and smiled up at him.
"You eat already?" He asked with a furrowed brow.
"No," she smiled. "But I think I'd rather skip dinner and go right to dessert." she said seductively, pressing more soft kisses to his throat. Kurt felt his body shiver.
"Is that so?" he asked in a moan, slowly walking them backward toward the bed.
"Uh-huh" Diane responded, reaching for the hem of his shirt and dragging it up over his head.
"Well, how could I say no to that?" he grinned as he fell back onto the bed; pulling her down with him. Diane smirked, leaning down to kiss him deeply. Pulling back after a moment his lips followed hers up, wanting more.
"You were right about one thing though," she said quietly, her voice silky and sexy. Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"Oh yeah? And what was that?" he smirked as his fingers began tugging her blouse from her skirt. Smirking back at him Diane placed her hands on either side of his head. Leaning down, she let her tongue trace the shell of his ear.
"It does get me hot," she whispered dirtily, and Kurt laughed.
"Really?" he asked with a grin. "My right wing views turn you on?"
"Oh yes," she sighed, moving her head to look down at him again, her arms holding her body slightly above him. "Talk republican to me, baby!" she teased breathily and the pair both laughed loudly. Rolling over on the bed, Kurt bent to kiss her again.
"Anytime."