Kurt and Diane had never gotten around to having a proper honeymoon. Before the wedding, she'd been hesitant to leave town before her judgeship was confirmed. And with everything that happened after the wedding, it was just out of the question. Kurt had given up asking about it, until one day out of the blue, Diane suggested a vacation for their first anniversary.
They spent several evenings on the couch, Kurt slouched in the corner, Diane with her back up against his side, his arm around her shoulder, and a laptop on her outstretched legs, surfing travel sites and playfully arguing about where they should go.
Kurt, of course, angled for Costa Rica.
("What is this obsession you have with that place?")
While Diane was not necessarily opposed, she didn't think it would hurt anything to look at other options before booking tickets.
Kurt vetoed New York immediately.
("So you could work the whole time? Forget it.")
Diane stared, then laughed when he suggested big game hunting.
("You're joking, right?")
He was.
Rome emerged as a strong contender, providing art and fashion for Diane, history for Kurt, and plenty of romance for both of them. It seemed to be a done deal, until Kurt casually mentioned how it's too bad Diane had already been there. It would have been nice to experience something new together for their first anniversary.
Diane paused with the cursor hovering over the button which would have purchased their tickets and tilted her head back against his chest to look at him.
"Is that important to you?" she asked.
He leaned forward and kissed her temple. "Nah, not so important."
On the day of their first anniversary, they boarded a plane to Costa Rica.
