fic: Plus Ones
Plus Ones
Glee RPF; Lea/Dianna; pg; 622 words
It's always times like these when I think of you, and I wonder if you ever think of me.
For austen's prompt at my advent calender. Also for my kissbingo card to the prompt time: old.
~*~
On the show, they're back to hating each other. To Lea, it feels like season one, where she was the eager, desperate young ingénue and Dianna was the golden girl, queen of the school. Before Quinn got pregnant, of course, but when she was cornering Rachel at her locker for talking to Finn. She's used to it by now, though that doesn't make it easier on Lea when Dianna pretends to hate her. She's not actually sure where they stand in reality, either. The tabloids are all over Dianna and Alex's supposed engagement; Lea hates not hearing the truth firsthand from Dianna, told over early-morning coffee or candy binges late at night.
As for Lea's own relationship, well...she knows Theo and Gallagher are fucking, but she's on the other side of the country and can't satisfy all his needs anyway. It's okay with her as long as he doesn't get too attached, and it could be worse. He could be sleeping with someone she absolutely hates, but Gallagher's so sweet and honest and down-to-earth. Besides, she gets this pang of jealousy in her stomach when she sees Dianna and Chord together or Dianna and Alex together; she even sees green when, between takes, Dianna perches on Chris's lap and plays with his hair. All she can do is remind herself how irrational that is, nails digging into her palms even as she tries to calm down.
*
Rehearsal is hardly Lea's favorite part of the show. For choreography, sure, no problem. She knows she's not the best dancer, though she usually just has fishbowls and turns, and she feels really lucky. But she doesn't need to practice her vocals-especially not backup ones. She has perfect pitch and can sight-read without a problem.
Today, though, they're running through Quinn's big number, complete with sickeningly-sweet "choreography" (lifts and slow dancing in the background). Chord twirl-dips Dianna and she doesn't even miss a beat, just keeps singing. It's always times like these when I think of you / And I wonder if you ever think of me. 'Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong / Living in your precious memory.
When she finishes, there's applause, and Adam says, "Alright, guys. Take fifteen." People break away, and eventually only Lea and Dianna are left.
"That was great," she offers, partly to fill the awkward silence but also because it's true. And then, because there's no one around and because she really wants to, Lea kisses Dianna. It's more rough than she intends for it to be but it keeps Dianna flat against the piano, heat radiating through her rehearsal sweats.
They've done this at least a thousand times, most likely more. On the kitchen table. In the car on the way to the set, a few seconds before the light changes from red to green. Both of their trailers, smudging makeup or rumpling clothes and ignoring everything beside each others' lips. Now it's different, Lea taking, Dianna refusing to give an inch.
After a minute, Dianna pushes her away. Her eyes are bright with tears that could spill over any second and cut damp paths down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this?" she asks, voice surprisingly steady. "I'm happy. Aren't you happy?" Lea notices there's no ring on Dianna's finger, which is a good sign, but she doesn't say anything. "Well, I am. You should be happy for me."
Lea knows she shouldn't, but she kisses Dianna again, no holds barred this time. Dianna's hand flies to Lea's hair; it hurts and Lea's afraid Dianna's going to yank her back or hit her. She doesn't.
"Because I can't be happy without you," Lea admits when she pauses to breathe.
Glee RPF; Lea/Dianna; pg; 622 words
It's always times like these when I think of you, and I wonder if you ever think of me.
For austen's prompt at my advent calender. Also for my kissbingo card to the prompt time: old.
~*~
On the show, they're back to hating each other. To Lea, it feels like season one, where she was the eager, desperate young ingénue and Dianna was the golden girl, queen of the school. Before Quinn got pregnant, of course, but when she was cornering Rachel at her locker for talking to Finn. She's used to it by now, though that doesn't make it easier on Lea when Dianna pretends to hate her. She's not actually sure where they stand in reality, either. The tabloids are all over Dianna and Alex's supposed engagement; Lea hates not hearing the truth firsthand from Dianna, told over early-morning coffee or candy binges late at night.
As for Lea's own relationship, well...she knows Theo and Gallagher are fucking, but she's on the other side of the country and can't satisfy all his needs anyway. It's okay with her as long as he doesn't get too attached, and it could be worse. He could be sleeping with someone she absolutely hates, but Gallagher's so sweet and honest and down-to-earth. Besides, she gets this pang of jealousy in her stomach when she sees Dianna and Chord together or Dianna and Alex together; she even sees green when, between takes, Dianna perches on Chris's lap and plays with his hair. All she can do is remind herself how irrational that is, nails digging into her palms even as she tries to calm down.
*
Rehearsal is hardly Lea's favorite part of the show. For choreography, sure, no problem. She knows she's not the best dancer, though she usually just has fishbowls and turns, and she feels really lucky. But she doesn't need to practice her vocals-especially not backup ones. She has perfect pitch and can sight-read without a problem.
Today, though, they're running through Quinn's big number, complete with sickeningly-sweet "choreography" (lifts and slow dancing in the background). Chord twirl-dips Dianna and she doesn't even miss a beat, just keeps singing. It's always times like these when I think of you / And I wonder if you ever think of me. 'Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong / Living in your precious memory.
When she finishes, there's applause, and Adam says, "Alright, guys. Take fifteen." People break away, and eventually only Lea and Dianna are left.
"That was great," she offers, partly to fill the awkward silence but also because it's true. And then, because there's no one around and because she really wants to, Lea kisses Dianna. It's more rough than she intends for it to be but it keeps Dianna flat against the piano, heat radiating through her rehearsal sweats.
They've done this at least a thousand times, most likely more. On the kitchen table. In the car on the way to the set, a few seconds before the light changes from red to green. Both of their trailers, smudging makeup or rumpling clothes and ignoring everything beside each others' lips. Now it's different, Lea taking, Dianna refusing to give an inch.
After a minute, Dianna pushes her away. Her eyes are bright with tears that could spill over any second and cut damp paths down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this?" she asks, voice surprisingly steady. "I'm happy. Aren't you happy?" Lea notices there's no ring on Dianna's finger, which is a good sign, but she doesn't say anything. "Well, I am. You should be happy for me."
Lea knows she shouldn't, but she kisses Dianna again, no holds barred this time. Dianna's hand flies to Lea's hair; it hurts and Lea's afraid Dianna's going to yank her back or hit her. She doesn't.
"Because I can't be happy without you," Lea admits when she pauses to breathe.