"Diane, I have to say that you are a wonderful cook." R.D. said between bites of pasta.
Kurt smiled to himself, and then refocused his attention back on his plate.
"Well I did have a ton of help." Diane says grabbing Kurt's had, momentarily, squeezing it.
R.D. ignored her reply and continued, "You cook a whole dinner and then you manage to look so beautiful afterwards."
Diane was rendered speechless for a moment and found that he was being quite forward making her slightly uncomfortable, "Well, thank you."
"Come on, Kurt. How did you catch a beauty like this?" R.D. referred to Diane,
making her slightly annoyed with being 'a beauty like this'.
"I don't quite remember." Kurt said simply. Oddly enough he did not enjoy discussing his wife's beauty, oddly enough, with other men.
"I also noticed that you are quite a shark in the court room. Very sexy." R.D. made the last comment quieter even though Diane and Kurt heard.
Kurt took his hand and placed it on Diane's knee, squeezing.
"Excuse me?" Diane scowled at R.D. never had she disliked being complemented according to her beauty, but she was more than uncomfortable at this point.
"I was just saying that you are a very sexy woman, I don't mean to be too forward, " R.D. told her, but Kurt mumbled 'too late' which only Diane heard, "But when I see a beautiful woman I just have to say something."
"You should watch your step." Kurt told him in a voice that was more like constructive criticism than a threat.
"Oh come on, McVeigh. You wouldn't do nothin'." R.D. laughed heartily, making Diane bite her cheek. She wanted to leave the room, just go up to her bathroom and lock the door.
Kurt didn't say a word, but Diane put her hand on his, that was still sitting on her knee, because he was holding on pretty tight at the moment. He loosened his grip, but then held Diane's hand instead of her knee.
"Diane, I don't understand why you are with him." R.D. stated simply causing Diane's jaw to clench.
"For starters, he doesn't treat a woman like another piece of meat." Diane couldn't hold her tongue any longer, her inner feminist was ready for a fist fight.
"It is time for you to go." Kurt said simply, standing and guiding his hand toward the front door.
"Diane when you realize that you could handle a bit more than this conservative wimp. Give me a call." R.D. stood and smiled a disgusting smile at her, with a wink.
Kurt hit him. He had always been conservative. Calm, cool, and collected. He hadn't hit anyone since his junior year of high school when Clarence Wakeman made
one too many 'your mom' jokes. Hitting R.D. felt even better because Diane meant so much to him and everything that R.D had said he knew made Diane uncomfortable and self conscious.
"Alright." R.D. said moving his jaw in a circle, rubbing right where he was hit, and there was a little blood where his lip split, "I will talk to you."
"Yeah sure." Diane said folding her arms as the front door shut behind R.D.
Kurt strode his way back to Diane and kissed her hard. He kept walking, backing her up, until she was pressed up to the back of the couch. His hands roamed her back until they found her dress zipper and the he pulled it down.
"We should probably go upstairs." Diane told him as he moved his lips to her neck, slowing pulling off her dress.
"No. Here." Kurt said pulling her lips to his.