Hello all, so here is something a little different for me, I'm more comfortable with angst and smut and drama and so this is me stepping out of my comfort zone. I present you with drabbles or ficlets, if you will, all centred around the domestic life of our favourite couple.

Beta'd by Leann - who is a goddess and I'd be lost without. Written by me and reviewed by...well hopefully you!

Hope you all enjoy!

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Diane sighed loudly, straightening out an invisible crease on her ballgown, the satin shining back at her from the mirror offensively.

"I can't wear this." She moaned wiping her hand across her face, cringing at her reflection. The green gown was an off the shoulder Dior, beautifully crafted, immaculately stitched and absolutely, positively hideous on her. "I look ridiculous."

"You look beautiful." Kurt replied on instinct, his eyes never leaving the book he was currently reading. Naturally as a man, he'd been ready for an hour already, the bowtie hanging loosely around his neck the only thing still to be done before they left the house. Turning the page of his novel, he flicked his eyes up to meet his wife's dark gaze. She'd been quite for too long and that could only mean bad things for him.

"You didn't even look." She snapped viciously as he looked up at her. Kurt's hands dropped the book immediately, both raising into the air in surrender. He'd been married long enough to know not to argue. "I need an honest opinion!" She said with a whine, turning back to her reflection and resting her hands on her hips.

"I have to take it off! I can't go out in public like this!" Diane groaned, her shoulders slumping as her blue eyes raked over the emerald material.

"Well," Kurt began lowly, sliding off the bed and walking toward her. "I certainly wouldn't complain if you took it off, but it might make the party a bit awkward." He joked into her ear, his large hands coming to rest on her waist as he stood behind her. Their eyes met in the mirror and Kurt smiled boyishly.

Diane snorted at that, stifling a laugh as she met her husband's gaze.

"Do you like it?" She asked in a sigh, frowning deeply her hands fidgeting with the satin covering her chest; adjusting the material.

"I'd like it better on the floor," He whispered into her ear seductively, his mouth dropping to her throat and placing slow, hot kisses there. Diane moaned her eyes rolling back in her head as his hands began bunching the smooth fabric at her hips. Biting her bottom lip, she let her head roll back onto his shoulder as he sunk his teeth into the place where her neck met her shoulder.

"Stop," She groaned after a minute of his attentions, her body wanting him but her mind knowing they had to get to the gala. Her blue eyes blinked open to meet his smirking green as he curled his arms around her middle and smiled at her in their reflection.

"For what it's worth," He began in a low, pointed voice. "I think you look gorgeous." Diane smiled at his words, her own arms covering his around her waist as she leaned back into his embrace.

"And I love you dearly for saying that, but you have terrible taste."

"I do not!" Kurt frowned, feigning offense. Diane chuckled lowly, turning in his arms and looping her hands around his neck.

"You really do!" She replied with a smile, leaning up slightly to press a kiss to her husband's lips. His tongue slid against hers as they kissed deeply, a quick peck turning into much, much more as his hands drifted down her back to squeeze her arse.

Diane moaned pulling away from him, her eyes blinking open hazily.

"I married you, didn't I?" He countered with a quirked eyebrow his smile easy and familiar. Diane bit her bottom lips staring up at him with a foolish grin.

"Well there is that," She agreed, pulling him down for another kiss.

"Maybe we should just skip the party." Kurt suggested almost breathlessly as they broke apart moments later. Diane smiled, her hands cupping his cheeks as she met his lust filled eyes.

"Nice try," She whispered. "But we're still going." Her husband groaned a little at that, rolling his eyes playfully. "Now, help me get out of this dress." Kurt's eyes brightened at that, his hands running slowly up the sides of her body; purposefully grazing sensitive skin.

"With pleasure." He smirked, his hands quickly finding the zipper. Maybe this evening wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought as he pulled the soft fabric from her skin.