Important note: I'm still in pain and decided that Will was still alive, don't blame me for loving their friendship xx

Kurt was silently sitting at the edge of the kitchen island when he heard the keys turn into the front door. Only one person could be standing at the other side of the door and he wasn't sure he was prepared to face the reality of her being here. He knew that what was coming up would not be pleasant in any way and he could never be prepared for it.

He heard her close the door behind her and that's when he heard her shouting "Kurt?" and could sense the worry in her voice. Even thought he wanted to let her know he was there, his body didn't seem to be cooperating. He heard her drop her keys on the entrance table and walk slowly around the house.

"Kurt, are you th-", Diane managed to ask when she heard him respond softly "I'm here".

She walked faster until she found him sitting in the kitchen.

"Hey, you didn't answer your cell, I -"

She stopped right in her track when she actually reached him. The way he was sitting, staring at a blank spot in front of him, barely reacting. Something was just wrong and she knew it. Putting her left hand on his right shoulder, she managed to sit next to him and ask:

"Kurt, what's wrong?"

Seeing that he barely moved, she took his hand in hers and softly pressed it, in an attempt to support him from what was going on in his mind. She knew that he would speak when he was ready, but she started to worry. Kurt felt the grip of her hand on his shoulder tighten slowly before tracing small patterns on his arm. He knew that he had to speak, after all, it concerned her more than it did him, but he could not help it. The pain and the anger he was facing was unbearable and he could not let her believe it was her fault, so he slightly turn toward her. Making eye contact with her, seeing the worry and love in her eyes, his heart broke all over again and he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

Turning his hand over, he took her hand into his palm before looking at her.

"They released him Di", he simply said, before shifting his gaze on the island again. He was about to scream, to cry, but he could not do that to her, not right now. The confused and worried look in her eyes when he spoke up made it hard for him to keep going, but he had to.

"What? Who?" Diane simply managed to reply. A former client? Someone she put in prison? Her thoughts immediately stopped when she heard his answer:

"Kavanaugh".

Kavanaugh. She only knew one person named that way and his place belonged in prison. Hearing his name after all those years made her feel like time had stopped. She tried reaching for air, but her lungs seemed to be trapped and everything around her felt unreal. This had to be a bad dream, reality could not be this cruel. Time seemed to stop and she simply let go of Kurt's hand and rose from her sit, trying to remain some control. Everything around her seemed too close, too dark, it was too much. She walked to the door and only once outside did she realize the tears that formed in her eyes and the lump in her troat. She laid against the cold concrete wall, slightly holding her knee with one hand for support, the other one holding back her sobbings. She heard Kurt saying her name, but she couldn't handle it, she needed some time to process.

Following her, but letting her the space she needed, Kurt slowly reached for the front door and the sight before him made his heart hurt. Diane had always been a strong, and sometimes vulnerable, woman, but he had never seen her like that. She was obviously in pain and it didn't take him much more to finally approach her.

"Diane?"

He softly whispered and all she could do was raise one arm toward his chest to find support there. Kurt didn't hesitate to walk closer to her and put his arms around her small figure. Diane felt weak and couldn't believe what he had just told her. Kavanaugh was out. She took a trip down memory lane while she let Kurt hold her sorrow. He knew he couldn't say anything until she calmed down, so he held her tightly and moved his right hand into her hair to ease her. When he finally heard her breathing getting calmer, he released his grip slowly and kissed the top of her head, waiting for her to talk to him.