Author's Note: Just wanted to thank MarySunshine81 and Justine for reviewing and giving me the confidence to continue on and post chapter 2. Here it is; hoping you like it *fingers crossed
Chapter 2
As Kurt waited by the baggage claim he couldn't help but feel a tad anxious. He had been waiting for this moment for a week and could barely keep from smiling like a fool at the knowledge that he would be able to hold his future wife in his arms once again. As the bags began turning on the claims table Kurt quickly spotted Diane's large red designer suitcase. Grabbing the case he took a few steps away from the table in order to avoid the mass amounts of people who would undeniably rush off the plane in order to rush to the baggage claim so they may rush to join the chaos in search of their bags. This was one thing Kurt never really understood; the nearly animalistic drive that had people circling the baggage claim as though it was the only watering hole for miles in the African safari. He had always been one to sit on the sidelines and observe the pandemonium not partake. On this day he had prime viewing as he waited for the woman he loved to depart from her plane and not only claim her bag, but him.
It hadn't taken Diane long to identify Kurt in the crowd of people. Even from behind she knew him well, his tall figure and confident air he had. In the moment that followed spotting him there had been no other action but running up to her future husband and wrapping her arms around him tightly. She hadn't even taken the time to think about the many people who must recognize her as being the Illinois Supreme Court Justice nominee, nor did the coworkers nearby who had departed the plane alongside her; that was just one of the effects Kurt had on her. Kurt on the other hand hadn't expected a set of arms to grab him around the waste but felt completely at ease when he heard a familiar voice whisper into his ear.
"Good afternoon, Cowboy." Hearing her voice for the first time in a week caused Kurt to break into a smile that encompassed his whole face and instead of responding with words (which he was nearly positive would not come out in a coherent sentence) he turned facing the beautiful woman who would be his wife in just 3 months and kissed her just enough so she was aware of exactly how much she was missed but controlled in a way that she also knew he understood they were in a public place and she likely had coworkers nearby. As they separated he eyes glanced over her and he was able to see that she was smiling, which caused him to break back into his previous grin.
"I thought I would be meeting you at the house." She stated still smiling and not really surprised at his presence.
"I couldn't wait to see you, but I could call a taxi and meet you back at the house if you prefer."
"Ha ha, I don't feel that will be necessary" she stated playfully and turning serious gazed up into his golden eyes, and in their silent way of communicating made sure there was no misunderstanding that she indeed loved the fact that he was there and that he was there for her.
"Good because I was definitely hoping to take advantage of every moment I have with you before work and the campaign steals you away once more." Diane just rolled her eyes and graciously accepted the quick kiss he placed on her lips.
"Is this your only bag?" He asked after their lips reluctantly parted once more. Nodding she accepted the arm he held out for her and allowed him to lead her out toward the waiting car. Once reaching the compact grey hybrid (clearly Diane's) he placed her bag carefully in the trunk before opening the door for her. He waited by and when she didn't climb in the car became confused. Looking up he could see her staring at him, but before he had the opportunity to ask if anything was wrong she spoke.
"I missed you." Kurt now understanding the pause reached out pulling her into a tight hug and replied "I missed you too."
When they arrived back at the house the initial excitement had begun to wear off. It was clear that she missed him but her exhaustion was gaining strength. Knowing that she had a difficult week Kurt suggested that she run a bath while he prepared dinner. Gratefully accepting she went upstairs following a thankful kiss ready to follow his suggestion. It was having him to come home to that made giving up her single life well worth it.
As she went upstairs Kurt walked into the kitchen turning on the oven allowing it time to heat, he followed her upstairs with the bag that remained in the foyer reminding him of the last week spent apart. Reaching the master he could hear the running water as he started unpacking her bag. It had taken some time getting used to living with a woman. The sheer amount of clothing, accessories, and toiletry products had been overwhelming, but after the initial shock he was able to understand (for the most part) her organizational technique that made the configuration of the Library of Congress seem like child's play. For clothing it took into account the item, cut, color, and fabric; whereas jewelry was more focused on event, metal, stone, and then size. Shoes weren't unlike jewelry which was organized by event, color, and heel height/ style. He was still at a loss for toiletries so deciding to leave those for her he began unpacking her bag.
He carefully hung each pristinely packed dry cleaned item in its designated place and then moved on to her shoes and the rest of the contents of her bag. When finished he made his way back downstairs to place the lasagna he had prepared that morning into the oven. He knew it was one of her favorites and after a week without her he was ready to do anything to ensure that she would not want to leave again.