A/N: This was in response to an anonymous prompt on Tumblr asking me to describe the best day Kurt and Diane had spent together as a married couple.


Well, I asked them this question for you, anon, and I was expecting to get two completely different answers, since they often have very different ideas of what constitutes fun. But instead of each of them launching into separate stories, Kurt just kind of slouched back in his seat, crossed his arms, and looked over at Diane with that adorable smile of his, the one where only half his moustache goes up. And after Diane returned his look, she turned away quickly, lips pressed tightly together as if she was trying hard not to laugh. I think she might have been blushing.

And I was like, "Guys, maybe this isn't a story you really want to share with Tumblr."

But Diane was like, "No, no, it's okay.'"

And Kurt just snorted and gestured for her to go ahead.

So she started to tell me about this one time when they were out at the farm for the weekend.

"We had been married a little over two weeks," she began, glancing at Kurt again. He winked at her and she seemed to lose her train of thought for a moment, but then she blinked a couple of times, shook her head, and continued. "And it was really the first opportunity we had to spend any downtime together as a married couple. As you know, my professional life imploded right after our wedding and I was working almost around the clock for a good while after that."

"Even when she was home, she wasn't much fun," Kurt added.

"Anyway," she continued, pausing to glare at him, "after a couple of weeks of that, I was rather forcefully convinced that I needed a break and we decided it was as good a time as any to move some of my things out to the farm. So we packed up the truck and drove down one Saturday morning. It was a beautiful fall day, the sun was shining, and…and we stopped at that little place with the all the pumpkins for breakfast, remember Kurt?"

"Mary's," he said. "Best blueberry pancakes in the world."

"Yes. We should go back there sometime."

"Could go this weekend," he suggested.

"Mmm," she agreed. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, looking back to me. "I forget what I was saying. Oh yes, we stopped for breakfast, and picked up a couple of pumpkins because it was almost Halloween, and then we went to Kurt's farm."

"Our farm," he interjected.

"Our farm," she amended, reaching over to take his hand. "When we got there, we unpacked the truck and then we went for a little walk around the property. It's really very beautiful. And we went to visit the horses. Kurt says he's going to teach me to ride when the weather is better. I'm not sure that's a good idea, but we'll see."

"You'll love it," he assured her.

"If I don't fall and break my neck, I just might," she said, laughing. "And then we went for a tour of the lab. I'd been in there before, of course, but I didn't really know what all the equipment was for."

"You still don't," he pointed out, tugging her a little closer, with a smirk that made it clear there was much more to that story.

"Well no. We got a little bit distracted while we were in there," she explained, though she was looking at him and not at me.

Kurt leaned over and whispered something in her ear. I don't know what he said, but she laughed, and tried to pull her hand back, but he wouldn't let her go. And there was that blush again.

That's when I cleared my throat and announced it was probably time I was going. I don't think they heard me though, so I just got up and let myself out.

So, anon, I hope you're not too disappointed that I didn't get the whole story of their best day together, but I did the best I could. It's hard to talk to newlyweds sometimes!