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The tenth Fluff and comfort oneshot! I have no idea how many oneshots I'll do, I guess I'll keep adding to it until I stop. This is a super short and fluffy McHart oneshot, I hope you enjoy Angels.

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Oneshot 10 title: Kurt and Diane (hot chocolate)

Oneshot 10 summary: Kurt and Diane drink hot chocolate on a winters night at the cabin.

POV: 3rd person.

Chapter count: 1.

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The cabin smells of the hot chocolate that's cooling in the pan before it's poured into the mugs. She sits on the sofa with a blanket covering her and a book in her hands while her husband is at the stove in the kitchen. It was her idea to come out here after she had lost in court to Louis Canning, and she was glad her husband thought it was a good idea.

It's growing colder in the city, and even more so in the country, as winter grows closer. She shivers as she pulls her cardigan closer to her body, focusing on the book in her hand.

"Diane?" She's brought out of the book by the sound of her husband's Southern drawl. She lowers her book and looks at her husband who is leaving the kitchen with two cups in his hands. He places one of the cups on the coffee table in front of her and sits net to her, his own cup of hot chocolate cradled in his hands, the smell of the hot chocolate emitting from the cup as stream rises out of it. She puts her book down on the coffee table and reaches for her own cup, taking a sip. They sit in silence for a while, sipping their drinks, both comfortable in the silence that they sit in.

"I can't believe I lost to Louis Canning!" She suddenly exclaims, placing her cup back on the table and leaning into her husband's side. The loss has been on her mind all week. Kurt just chuckles and wraps an arm around her.

"You'll get him next time, I know you will." Her husband tells her without a hint of doubt. She sighs, hearing her husband sip his drink, which reminds her to drink hers before it goes cold. She picks up the cup and drinks half of the hot chocolate, savouring the chocolatey flavour.

"Thank you for bringing me here, I needed a night away from the city." She says, finishing her hot chocolate. Kurt's lips graze her blonde hair. "I could tell. We can come here anytime you want, hon." Her husband says while she snuggles deeper into him, closer to his warmth, as snow begins to fall outside, covering their second home in a white blanket of frozen ice.

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A\N: This is a short McHart oneshot. I'm currently working on my 11th oneshot, and it's very Willicia comfort heavy. I hope you enjoy, Angels.