"What's up with Olivia?" Rhiannon asked walking into Diane's office. "Does she know?"

"No, I didn't tell her." Diane said taking off her glasses. "She just left saying she loved me and everything would be okay. I have no idea what she was talking about, but what else is new?"

"I said hi to her in the hall and she glared at me and said if I knew she would destroy me. I really hope I didn't know about whatever she's talking about. I believe her."

"She's not going to destroy you." Diane sighed.

"I'm not so sure. Whatever I did, I'm really sorry."

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Olivia pounded on Diane's front door and rang the doorbell for third time before pulling out her key and unlocking the door. "Hello?" She looked around and sighed. "Hello?"

"Hi." Kurt said coming through the back door with the dogs. "Diane is not here. She's still at work."

"I know that. But of course you know where she is. You seem to be spending a lot of time together. You're staying here all week, your place the weekend. It's not going to work Bud."

Kurt ran his hand over his beard, knowing from experience it was never a good idea to make a bad impression on the best friend. "What's not going to work?"

"This." Olivia said waving her hand. "I saw the bruise on her wrist. And she's suddenly a jumpy ball of nerves. That has never been her. If you think I'm going to just sit back and let you destroy her life you're an idiot and an asshole. And don't think for a second I care that you have a gun."

"It's not what you think."

"Oh really? What, was it her fault, did she make you do it? She should know better. God. I can't believe I actually supported this." She said slapping Kurt across the face.

Kurt stepped back, putting his hand on his cheek. Olivia was short, but she was feisty and had quite the slap. "I meant I didn't give her the bruise on her wrist."

"Right. Of course you wouldn't admit it."

Kurt smirked slightly, but quickly stepped back as this only seemed to anger her more. "You've known Diane a long time. Do you think for a second she'd stay with someone who beat her?"

"Before today, no." Olivia conceded. "But I saw her wrist. Those were finger marks. And suddenly you two are inseparable ."

"I had nothing to do with it. I assure you." Kurt said putting his hands up. "Look, ask her what happened. It was a client. That's why I'm here, why she's coming to my place on the weekend. In case he comes looking for her."

Olivia frowned slightly narrowing her eyes and studying Kurt. Slowly, she started to nod her head. Diane once complained about a date that held the door open for her too many times. There was no way she would let a boyfriend hit her and live. And Rhiannon was loud and in your face, which did not seem like the personality of someone with an abusive father.

"Okay." Olivia said still nodding. "But if you hurt her, I will ruin you."

This time Kurt didn't stop himself from smirking. "I don't doubt that for a second."

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Diane entered her townhouse and paused in the foyer. The house smelt good. Something delicious was being prepared for her. Rather than being pleased Diane frowned and she bent down to pet Justice and Hank, who had created her at the door. Clearly they didn't find it odd that music was playing and there was a woman laughing in the kitchen.

Diane was confused, not jealous. She knew Kurt would not cheat on her, especially in her own house. She grew more confused as anther burst of laughter came from the kitchen. She knew that laugh well.

Moving past the dogs Diane dropped her coat and purse on the bench by her door and walked towards the kitchen to investigate.

"Hey, you're home!" Olivia said easing herself off the counter when Diane appeared in the doorway. "We're making supper."

"We?"

"Well he." Olivia laughed as Kurt waved. "I'm supervising and drinking your wine. Want a glass?"

"Sure." Diane said even more confused. "What are you doing here?"

"This is going to take a bit." Kurt said. "Why don't you two go enjoy your wine."

"What's going on?" Diane asked, her confusion starting to turn to annoyance.

"Oh, you know. I came over to beat the crap out of your boyfriend." Olivia said handing Diane a glass. "But then I changed my mind."

"Of course." Diane said looking over at Kurt who just winked at her. She scowled as Olivia wandered out of the kitchen, dancing to the music, but still not explaining what was going on.

"I didn't tell her what happened." Kurt said kissing the top of Diane's head. "Go talk to her. Be happy you have a friend that cares about you so much. I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

"Okay." Diane sighed, resisting the urge to start pouting. She walked towards her living room to find Olivia. "Why were you going to beat up Kurt?"

"What do you think?"

"I honestly have no idea what is going on."

"Oh don't be grumpy." Olivia said waving her hand. 'It's your fault. You wave your bruised arm around in front of me with no explanation other than the fact you have suddenly become attached at the hip to a man. What else am I suppose to think?"

"What?" Diane said looking down at her arm. She had thought her blazer fully covered her bruise. She let out a laugh. "You thought Kurt beat me?" As it all sunk in, her annoyance gone she started to laugh harder. "What exactly were you planning on doing to him?"

"I hadn't really thought that far." Olivia shrugged. She moved so she was resting on her knees, facing Diane. "He's really nice.

"I know."

"Don't get lame and all gushy."

"Shut up." Diane said rolling her eyes. "I really like him."

"Well you have my approval. And I'm not going to lie I was worried there for a bit, you would get all nostalgic and hook up with Douglas again."

"No!"

Olivia frowned as the look on her best friend face quickly darkened. "What's up?" Her jaw dropping as the proverbial lightbulb went off. "No! It was him, wasn't it? Of course it was. That ass. I'll kill him."

"No." Diane said quickly. "Stay away from him."

"Why, what happened?"

"Nothing. I didn't say it was him." Diane said pushing her hair behind her ear. "Just stay away from him. Please?"

"Yeah sure. I get it. You can't tell me what happened. But we both know it was him. So you stay away from him too."

"I plan to." Diane said willing herself not to start crying.

"Hey." Olivia said gently. "What happened? Screw the law. I'm not going to tell anyone. You know I can keep a secret."

Diane shook her head, exhaling slowly. "I know, but I really don't want to talk about it right now."

"Okay. I'll drop it. For now. But be careful." Olivia said adjusting in her legs. "Now let's talk about that man in your kitchen. That's all for show right?"

"What?"

"The cooking. He's just trying to impress me. The fancy chopping is just for show, this is going to taste awful?"

"No." Diane laughed, brushing her hand quickly across her cheek. "He can cook. His wife was a chef."

"His dead wife." Olivia sighed. "No naggy ex, he's good looking, he's nice, he can cook. Your skin looks fantastic so I assume he's good in bed. You should marry him. I would have if I met him two husbands ago."

Diane rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh.