"Holy crap this thing is annoying." Rhiannon said punching in the four digit passcode in the control pad, disabling the alarm as quickly as she had set it off.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt sighed. "You practically age Diane a heart attack."

"What am I doing here?" Rhiannon laughed. "What the hell are you two doing here? You just left without saying a word. And neither of you check your phones? I sent you both about twenty messages. What the hell is going on?" Before waiting for an answer she moved into the living room, stopping short when she saw Diane. "Whoa! You look like shit."

"Thanks." Diane said, surprised to find herself laugh slightly.

"So." Rhiannon said slowly. "Who wants to tell me what is going on?" She sat down on the love seat across from Diane and smiled. "Because I am not leaving until one of you do."

"Rhi." Kurt sighed.

"Nope." Rhiannon said shaking her head. "I gave you each twenty changes to reply to me and make up some stupid excuse. You missed the boat. So one of you spill."

Diane sighed. There was no need putting it off any longer. "Douglas was the one who killed Erik."

"Whoa." Rhiannon exhaled.

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Rhiannon walked into her old bedroom and smiled, shaking her head slightly. Diane was sitting on her daybed wearing an old Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt and a pair of shorts. A sight she never expected. Her clothing options were limited though, it was that or an old prom dress.

"This room is very you." Diane smiled. The walls were a lilac colour and covered in posters, mostly of popular 90s bands. There was a noticeable Fleetwood Mac poster in the centre of the main wall.

Rhiannon followed Diane's line of vision and smiled. "When you are named after a song it gets sung to you a lot. You either embrace it or spent your lift fighting it. There were my Mom's favourite band. I listed to Rumours on repeat when she died." She shrugged. "But that is a story for another time. As much as the idea of having a slumber party in my old bedroom excited me, I only have a day bed and I don't want to sleep on the floor." A slow smile crept across her face. "Are you going to pretend you don't know where my Dad's bedroom is?"

Diane shook her head and smiled. "Thank you."

"For the clothes?" Rhiannon shrugged. "No biggie."

"I didn't meant the clothes."

"I know." Rhiannon smiled.

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"Try to sleep." Kurt said rubbing his hand along Diane's arm.

"I love you." Diane said softly. She had of course been in love before, a few times, but she had never been the one to declare it first. And rarely had she been so sure so fast. But at that moment she was sure.

After everything that had happened that evening she felt safe and at peace in Kurt's arms. She had no idea what she was going to do in the morning or on Monday when she went back to work. But right then, at that moment, she did not care. She was going to enjoy feeling safe. She turned so she was facing Kurt, trying to read his face in the dark.

"You don't need to say anything. I just wanted to." She was quickly cut off by his kiss. Even if he didn't say anything she left loved. And that was enough she though smiling against his lips.

"You don't need to give me an out." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too." And he did. He had dated in the years since his wife had died, even gotten quite close with a few women. But what he felt for Diane was different. Even though he hadn't known her that long, he knew she was different from anyone he had ever met before. They seemed to have a connection, he wasn't sure he could explain. And it was late, there was no point trying. "Go to sleep."