A/N: This might be something you don't expect from Diane and Kurt, but well, it was fun to write and I have someone to blame for it :P
Also if you feel like the scene should continue, let me know and I may post the M rated part soon...

Chapter Eleven

Four days had gone by surprisingly fast. Diane had managed to distract herself with work most of the time, no more sleepovers were needed to take her mind off him or cheer her up. She had been able to get back to her normal life rather quickly, except she had always been looking forward to his calls that had come exactly three times a day like they had agreed on.

While waiting for his Thursday night call, the third but last one before they would have seen each other again, she was taking notes on a case file and chewing on some food. No one was around to make her eat properly, so she had just grabbed something from the fridge and declared it dinner. She was sitting on the couch which had become her second favorite place in the house and enjoyed the silence. It was only disturbed by the sound of her phone, but it was the distraction she's been looking forward to.

"Hey," she answered his call after the first ring.

"Hey, are you home already?"

"Yes, I'm sitting on our couch, eating dinner."

"And you are still working, aren't you?" he once again proved how well he knew her.

"Just taking some notes," she smiled to herself, put the pen inside the file, closed it and placed it next to her.

"I guess you need to pass your time with something while I'm suffering here."

"Exactly, so when will you be back tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid I won't be," Kurt said after a short pause and the answer left Diane speechless for a moment.

"What? Please tell me you are just kidding."

"I'm really sorry, we need to stay for Saturday too, we'll only get Sunday off."

"And you don't want to fly back for one day," she draw the sad conclusion with a sigh.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, even though both of them knew it wasn't his fault.

"It's okay, it's just another week," she tried to make his guilt disappear and convince herself at the same time that seven more days were really nothing

"You know that I miss you a lot, right?" his voice was full of emotions and she pretty much understood how he felt.

"Probably not more than I do," she leaned back against the pillows, making herself comfortable.

"You have no idea."

"I have a pretty good idea."

"We really suck at this. Now I can see why people love Skype."

"You want us to skype?" she chuckled.

"I just really want to see you," his honest answer touched her, but there was really nothing they could do about that, skyping was really not their thing.

"I look exactly the same I did a week ago," she reassured him playfully, trying to lift both their spirits.

"I want to refresh my memory."

"Well if you must know I'm wearing your favorite shirt, to remind me of you," she brushed the fabric with her other hand.

"You need a reminder of me?"

"You know what I mean."

"What else are you wearing?"

"What kind of question is that?" she chuckled.

"I just want to see you in front of my eyes."

"I have a pair of yoga pants on."

"Those are sexy."

"I'm not sure I like where this conversation is headed," she almost regretted mentioning the shirt now that she heard the desire in his voice.

"I thought we were talking about how you look tonight, you usually enjoy that topic."

"But you are almost undressing me with your voice," she said something she wanted to take back the next second, but of course it was too late. Maybe it wasn't just him who longed for something more.

"Wait? Are you suggesting that I…?"

"I'm not suggesting anything," she tried to close the subject.

"I was just expressing how much I want to be with you right now."

"But you can't, so maybe we should stop torturing each other before…" she felt they were about to enter a dangerous field and she wasn't sure she was up for that.

"Before what?"

"Nothing, just forget about it."

"Don't play with me."

"I'm not doing anything like that," she said with a smile.

"You are right this is torture, we should hang up."

"No," his sudden suggestion made her protest right away. She wasn't ready to hang up, she wanted to hear his voice a little longer, since it was all she was going to get for yet another week.

"Okay, so what now?"

"What else do you want to know?" she asked turning back to their previous topic. It was a brave step, but she went with it anyway.

"About what?"

"About the way I look," she made herself clear.

"Now, we're talking."

The tone of his voice suggested he was happy with her answer, but she wasn't exactly content with his. She was about to take a huge step in a new direction with him and she wanted it to feel right.

"Please don't make me regret it," she reminded him playfully.

"I'm sorry, so tell me what is under that shirt."

"Let me see," Diane said slowly as she started unbuttoning the shirt not fully aware of what they were actually doing, since she had never done it before, but it was too late to back away now, "It's my purple bra," she looked at the piece of clothing underneath.

"How I'd love to be there to take it off," he said in a faint voice, "Please take it off for me."

Diane waited for a few seconds to decide whether or not she should fulfill his wish. Once she had taken the bra off there would have been no way back and they both knew it.

"Are you sure?" she asked for his confirmation one last time and she didn't have to wait long for the answer.

"Yes."