"Are you freaking serious?" Diane said as she pulled from a kiss, looking over Kurt's shoulder at the clock. 5:48. Time flies by when you are having fun, she thought quickly.
"What?" Kurt asked as his eyes watched Diane hop out of the bed and into the darkness of the room. The previous night, Kurt shut the blinds in hopes of making Diane late for work the next day… mission accomplished.
"I have a meeting at 6:30 and it is a forty mile drive into the city." She reached around for the nearest article of clothing with happened to be a flannel shirt. Kurt's flannel shirt.
"Need a ride?" Kurt sat up and clicked on one of his side lamps, by the bed. That's when he could clearly see that she was wearing the flannel, his flannel.
"Could you?" Diane worked on the buttons of Kurt's flannel, trying to cover her bra. Great, I am putting this stupid thing on and I need to get dressed for work, but I wore my other clothes yesterday and people will start to make assumptions, Diane's mind was racing and swirling with everything that needed to be done and every rode block that was in her way.
"Yeah." Kurt swung his legs of the bed and watched her pick up her scattered clothes in his shirt. She looked good, too good. Her hair was messy and fluffed, not to mention that her clothing was little to none.
"Hey, come here," Kurt grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, "you look good in flannel."
"Well thank you." Diane said pulling on the back of his neck towards her, so she could kiss him. I wear the most expensive dresses and clothes to work, but he gets excited over a flannel… Christ Almighty.
"You are going to be late." Kurt told Diane, pulling her on top of him.