Panacea
by: raile

Summary: A collection of anything and everything Diane and Kurt…because they are wonderful together.
Disclaimer: the ones you don't know are mine, the ones you do aren't.
Rating: T, to be safe

Note: originally published at the Christine Baranski Community. Ongoing-currently at no. 45.

Also, rating may change with each chapter and this covers any and everything under the sun in terms of genre and AU/Non-AU, etc. It's a smorgasbord of everything that pops into mind.

One: Button

The sun was high up already by the time she emerged from the bathroom and she barely spared a glance at her rumpled bed. Only one side was disturbed, as if somehow even while she slept, she kept a place ready for someone she'd known long before letting Morpheus take her away wasn't coming. It wasn't any sign of moping or anything of the sort, just a habit she seemed to have formed without knowing.

She's just grown used to having him there.

But she was late and she doesn't want to dwell on that because dwelling led her into the darker recesses of her mind where she was sure she didn't want to go. She likes what they have, likes that sometimes she will come to bed alone—it just doesn't mean she has to be happy about it though.

So she ignored the bed and instead, proceeded to grab her outfit for the day only to step on something just as she entered her spacious walk-in closet. Curious, she glanced down, moving one elegant bare foot aside to reveal a something circular, red and flat.

It was a button.

And she didn't have to reach far into her memory bank to realize just where and why that particular piece from what was now a slightly damaged Chanel blouse was there to begin with—it was two days prior and it included Chinese food, a healthy debate over whether or not the Patriots had a shot that season and with her once again pilfering a much too large button-down that wasn't hers.

She decided she deserved to take a shirt from him—the one she had torn off of him herself—after he ruined her blouse. And he let her.

Not because it was going to replace the clothing he ruined, he said, but rather because he liked seeing her wearing his clothes. He thought it was sexy.

She smiled, a goofy smile she would have murdered anyone who witnessed it. Luckily, she was alone. Instead, she picked up the button, intending to put it somewhere safe, if only to remind him what he'd done. She decided maybe, if she was lucky, she might just get another large comfy button down, preferably in plaid.

Because sometimes she liked wearing his clothes a lot more than she liked wearing her own.