"Diane," Kurt said softly, his shoulder resting casually on the doorframe to their bedroom. Diane glanced up from her book, her blue eyes steely and cold. She was pissed and Kurt felt a shiver run up his spine.
"You can sleep on the couch." she snapped back in a growl, her vicious tone barely concealing a hurt catch in her throat.
Kurt sighed to himself, folding his arms across his chest as he took her in. She was barely moving, and although she was staring at her novel, he knew she wasn't reading. Her downcast eyes were feigning interest to avoid the issue; to avoid him.
"Diane-" he tried again, his expression mournful as his green eyes pleaded with her.
There as a long pained silence as Kurt shuffled from foot to foot, waiting for her to look at him.
Finally, with a heavy sigh Diane flickered her gaze upward; observing him over the rim of her glasses. They watched each other for a long moment neither saying anything.
Diane's pained eyes latched onto his, watching the guilt reflecting back from his green orbs.
She wet her lips before pressing them together tightly and shutting her eyes. Her book fell to her lap with a silent plop, the small sound the only noise in the room.
Her hands laced together, wringing out her anger as she finally spoke again.
"You used what I told you in confidence against me." she whispered in a teary voice, purposefully looking away from him and out the window into the blackened night's sky.
"I didn't know it was a secret!" Kurt defended, stepping toward her and letting his arms fall to his sides. His body felt heavy and awkward as he tried to catch her attention. "You should have said!"
Diane's head snapped round angrily at that, suddenly raging; her eyes dark and wide with incredulity.
"I didn't realize I had to censor myself while you're inside me!" she roared back at him, ripping her glasses from her nose and casting them off onto the bed.
Kurt gaped at his wife, not used to her fury. Yes, they fought more often than most - clashing ideologies tended to have that effect. However, this time was different, they were used to anger and yelling and usually solved their issues with desperate, furious make-up sex, but this was different, she wasn't merely angry, she was hurt; betrayed even.
"We weren't, it was after we..." he fumbled out dumbly, taking another step toward her. The second the words drifted off his tongue, he knew he'd made a mistake.
Diane's hands trembled as her fingers parted and slowly curled into fists.
"Oh, of course." she snarked back sarcastically, meanly. Her tears now drowning her blue orbs. "How could I forget? Thank you so much for that distinction." she continued, using the back of her hand to swipe away the tears traitorously snaking down her cheeks.
"Diane-" Kurt tried once more, his heart clenching as he watched her cry. His hand darted out, almost reaching for her but the way she recoiled from him had it dancing back to his side.
"No Kurt!" she berated, tossing her book onto his side of the bed as she shoved the covers off her legs. "You don't tell people how I like it from behind. You don't tell them the things I whisper into your ear when we fuck! You don't share any of that!" she yelled viciously, moving to stand in front of him. "Why would you think this would be any different?"
"Because it is!" he replied simply with a shrug, frozen to his spot as she advanced on him. Her face was grim and bitter as she forced out a humorless laugh.
"Oh, like hell!" she snapped back at him.
"It's different!" he repeated earnestly and Diane scoffed at his words. He really did believe he was right. "Damnit Diane! Those things," he continued louder this time, his brow furrowing as he tried to verbalize his thoughts. "Those things are personal and this is..." he trailed off quietly watching her wipe her cheeks once more, her expression dark.
"What? It's what, Kurt?" she prompted bitterly. "Come on, say it... say it!" Diane goaded and Kurt straightened his shoulders, swallowing hard.
"It's business." he finished plainly, his own anger now bubbling up to match hers. Diane shook her head, smiling humorlessly.
"Okay." she said in resignation, shrugging her shoulders defeatedly.
Kurt frowned as she suddenly made a bee line for their closet, grabbing at items and shoving them into a bag.
"What are you doing?" he questioned his eyes racing after her as she raced around the room.
"I'm leaving." she told him seriously, her words hollow as she shimmied into a pair of jeans.
"Diane-" he began softly, running his hand across his face.
"I'll stay a Will's, and when you're ready to admit you were in the wrong, that using our private conversation to further your own agenda was wrong, you can give me a call." Kurt gaped at her, his eyes wide with disbelief and fear.
Diane gulped not lingering too long on his hurt expression. He was wrong. That was it. He was wrong and until he could see that, until he could admit it, she couldn't be in the same room as him.
She pushed her feet into a pair of well-loved flats and moved to shove a few clothing options into her bag.
"Di-" Kurt tried but Diane ignored him, moving to her bedside table to pack a few necessities. "Diane!" he repeated like a stuck record. Diane rushed passed him again searching the room for anything she may need. "Diane, please!"
Her head shot up suddenly at the crack in his voice, her tears puddling in her blue eyes as she finally, finally met his green.
She could read the sorrow and desperation in his expression, could feel his regret radiating around the room, but he had to say it.
Kurt McVeigh was a stoic man, not one to use a hundred words when three would do. He wasn't what you'd call loquacious but this time he had to be. This time she needed his words. His penitent eyes weren't enough, he had to say it.
Diane dropped her overnight bag to the floor, straightening up and folding her arms across her chest. Her foot tapped against the carpet impatiently as she stared down her husband.
Kurt stared right back at her, his posture defeated and broken as he met her eyes. Finally, after a terribly long minute he took purposeful steps toward her, only coming to a halt once he was pressed into her personal space.
His hand drifted up to swipe at the tears still trickling down her face, his thumb wiping them over soft skin. Diane blinked up at him.
"Don't go," he whispered his breath hot on her lips. Her blue eyes locked on his green, her face tilted up toward his.
"Say it." she replied, still crying. Kurt shut his eyes dipping his head forward and brushing his lips faintly across hers.
"I'm sorry."