Since she can think she is a morning person. Shen never needed to sleep in on weekends. When she has a free day she gets up at 8, turns on the TV and watches the news, making coffee and than she does something productive, anything. Se can't stand doing nothing the whole day. She used to get headache in the past from doing nothing. Will says it's the lack of thinking and Alicia is in the opinion that it's just because Diane doesn't know how to relax. And Diane, Diane just doesn't like to waist time. That was until she met him. And suddenly staying in bed a little bit longer, enjoying his company and his warmth doesn't seem that bad anymore. And waisting time in his company doesn't seem like waisting time anymore. So when she wakes up on this Saturday morning she snuggles up to him and just enjoys the sunlight on her skin and his warm and calm body beside her. She stays there for an endless time, but after an hour or so she feels the need of coffee. She pushes the covers carefully aside and swings her legs out of bed. His snoring tells her that she hadn't woke him with her movements. She puts her underwear on and then his shirt. She looks around the room, everywhere are laying clothes. Reminding her of the events of last night. A short moment she thinks about picking them up and laying them over a chair, but that would mean that the morning was already over and Diane isn't ready to get back to reality just yet.
She walks down the all to familiar corridors, barefoot and with his shirt on. There were times when she found it embarrassing to walk like that through that house that isn't hers, but with time she got used to all the people around and she found it less embarrassing. After all they know in which relation she stands to their boss, to their president and there is no way denying it. So when she walks in the huge kitchen of the east wing, barely dressed and with messy hair. The chef winks at her and gets to cups of coffee ready. In the meantime Diane walks over to one of the refrigerators and steals a piece of dark chocolate. And ten minutes later she is on her way back to the bedroom.
When she arrives there she places the cups on the bedside table and is about to crawl back to bed when a phone starts to ring. She needs some seconds to identify where the phone is and after another ring she realizes that it's Kurt's phone. It's his private one and she answered calls of him before, mainly to tell them that Kurt is very busy with other things at the moment. She has to chuckle at this memory. So she doesn't hesitate and answers the call. But she can't even say who she is, because the voice at the other end starts to bark through the line. Diane recognizes the voice immediately. It his head of state. Eli Gold. "Kurt... You promised me to talk to me again. I know she is here. But seriously? We need to talk about this interview. I know you don't want her to get involved just yet, but it's really important that she gives that interview, you have to talk her into..." Diane cuts in, she doesn't want to hear more of it. "Eli, Kurt is still sleeping. It's Diane." Silence. A long uncomfortable silence. Than she hears Eli clearing his throat. "Would you tell him to call me back, please?" "Of course." And than she hangs up. She sits there for a while just starring at the phone until a voice breaks the silence. "Who was it?" Kurt had woken up and is now looking at her with a loop side grin and messy hair. "Eli." Diane looks at him and than back at the phone. Kurt immediately knows that something is wrong. He rises from the bed and takes a seat next to Diane on the edge of the bed. He takes her hands in his and looks her in the eyes. "Hey, what did Eli say to you? Was he rude again?" Diane shakes her head. "No, no. He just... he didn't know I was on the phone. He said something about me and a interview. What is it Kurt that you didn't tell me?" Kurt sights and shakes his head slightly. He was never a liar, but he wants to protect her. And this interview isn't what he understands under protection. "We got many requests from different channels and newspapers. All of them want an interview with you. Now that everybody knows about you, I mean officially, they want to get to know you better. Because practically your are now..." He struggles with the words, but Diane appreciates how he cares about her feelings. He doesn't want to say it out loud, because he doesn't want to push her in a corner so Diane finishes his sentence. "...because practically I am the First Lady. Kurt, I'm not an idiot. I knew it when I decided to be with you. It's not that I am the First Lady, but I am with the president of the United States so that kind of means that I now fill this space... you know, kind of." She smiles weirdly, but he is just relieved that she understands him so well and that she is not afraid to finally be with him. Diane can see his appreciation on his face and she sees how much it means to him that the people in his country like her. She thinks about the pros and cons in her head for a moment. "You know what... if it's that important to Eli and you than I will give that interview." Kurt shakes his head hectically. "No Diane, you don't have to do that." Diane smirks. "I know I don't have to. But I want to. I can't hide in her forever, Kurt and you know it. At some point I have to get out there and be honest with the people and I know it's important for you. And because of that it's also important for me." She carefully strokes his cheek to give her words a little bit more weight. Kurt slightly nods. "Okay. If you want to than do it. I'll call Eli later." "Okay, but there is one condition. I wanted to talk to you about that a long time ago." She looks deep in his dark eyes, trying to focus on his reaction. "Yes..?" "I will never ever let someone choose my wardrobe. I mean this, Kurt. Don't laugh." She playfully slept his arm. "I can dress me by myself and I don't think my taste in fashion is that bad. I don't need someone who tells me what to wear." Kurt starts smirking again. "You know I love your taste in fashion. And right now your fashion is really irresistible." He leans over and starts kissing her neck. Soon Diane realizes that the important conversations have to wait.
"Are you really sure that you want to do this?" Kurt has his arm around her waist, hugging her slightly. Encouraging her to do what she feels save to do. She inhalants deeply. "Yes, I will be totally fine." Kurt still looks concerned. "Do you really wanna do it with him." He gesticulates in the direction of the stage. Again Diane takes a deep breath. "I'm prepared, I'm ready. I can do this." She kisses him quickly on the mouth, before she starts walking on to the stage. The flashlights of the cameras are so bright that she actually can't see anything. She is wearing a black dress. She wanted to go with something causally, nothing that could provoke anything. But Diane Lockhart wouldn't be Diane Lockhart if she doesn't wear something scandalous, something glamorous. So to that black, long-sleeved dress, with a deep, but classy neckline and ends a hand broad her knees, she combined her favorite red blazer. And of course her favorite pair of black high heels. Red had ever been her color and even if she doesn't wear it that much on that special event, she still feels powerful with that blazer. She feels save and calm and she feels in charge right now. She walks over to the man in the middle in the room after she flashed the cameras a quick smile. She reaches out her hand to shake his and this grin on his face already told her that he is an asshole, but exactly because of that she has to do this. "Good evening, Mr. Webber." "Good evening, Mrs. Lockhart. Shall we?" He gestures in the direction of a two chairs. "My pleasure." Diane says and lets herself fall again the seat.