NOTE: Thank you Duda for you know what. LOL!

"You won't believe what happened to me today." Kurt said, feeling blessed. They were on their backs, admiring the starry sky, holding hands, her head laying on his shoulder.

It was such a beautiful night. That glass ceiling might had cost a fortune, but it was worth every penny. That was why he liked the country so much. Chicago didn't have that view.

He had a very pleasant day. With no trials for the rest of the week, he decided to have lunch with her. While Alicia was doing her SA campaign, Diane was working twice as hard with Cary, keeping up with all the cases. He knew how exhausted she felt and wanted to make sure she had some time off from the office.

"When I went to pick you up earlier today, that Irish gentleman at the reception-What's his name again?"

"Oh, Mr. Wilson. He is very nice, but talks a lot. He replaced Mr. Lewis, who retired earlier this year," she said, yawning "I think he likes you. He always asks me about my husband" She smiled at the memory.

"Right. I've spoken to him before. He always makes small talk."

"Don't encourage him. If he starts, he will never stop. It happened to me before." She was so tired, she could barely keep her eyes open.

"True. We chatted about the White Sox's new coach. He said the guy is too young and inexperienced. He also complained about the weather. Apparently, this is the coldest winter in 40 years. After that, he told me he was planning to vote for Alicia, as he had voted for Peter..." Kurt heard her chuckle and continued "I didn't mention I was a Republican, though."

"Good. Can you imagine Mr. Wilson when he finds out you are a Republican?" her grip on him tightened, pulling him closer "He is going to be devastated, poor him".

"And then he went on and on about how the building staff adores you, that you are always nice and polite with everybody..."

"Yes, I'm a good girl." It was indeed colder than ever those days and she was loving the fact that they had agreed to spend that weekend at the country. The fireplace on their bedroom was working miracles.

"I tried to put an end to the conversation politely, saying I was late, that I had a lunch date with my wife and you were waiting for me..."

"Yeah," She yawned again, half asleep.

"When I was walking towards the lift, he shouted back at me, saying 'Have a nice day, Mr. Lockhart!'"

And then it hit her. She raised her head from his chest quickly, looking at him with eyes wide opened. She laughed out loud before turning her face to his chest.

"I thought you would like that," he said chuckling, while running his hands through her hair. He loved hearing her laughter.