Blood May Be Thicker Than Water, But Love is Thicker Than Anything (Lea/Dianna)
Name: Blood May Be Thicker Than Water, But Love is Thicker Than Anything
Pairing: Dianna/Lea
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dianna asks Lea to come with her for support to get her blood drawn.
Author's Note: This is just fluff. FLUFFFFFF. And it may be a little short. And, I don't really know what a medical professional would do if someone fainted. So I made it up. I figure there's a sort of grace period. And the title's from a quote by someone named Goldie Nash. Also, didn't I promise to write a Lea POV on the Ships With Holes Will Sink verse? And a sequel (or seven) in the Sunday verse? Oops, guys. Oops.
When Dianna suggests Lea come with her to the doctor so she can get her blood drawn, she really doesn't think anything of it. It's not like her girlfriend is absolutely terrified of needles or anything, because she does have tattoos (one of them top secret and the other visible only with the help of a bikini or a bra). Sure, it's a little strange that she's asking Lea to come with her, but Lea is perfectly happy to spend any amount of time with Dianna, even if it is at the hospital to get blood drawn.
The first noticeable problem is the way Dianna's face grows more and more pale as Lea swerves through traffic. Lea knows, of course, that it's not because of her driving, because Dianna drives like the 110 is the Indianapolis 500, so Lea's reasonably controlled, go-kart level of danger driving is not what's bugging Dianna. She keeps flicking at her window button, watching the glass slide down and then back up. Her other hand clenches and unclenches around a granola bar that had somehow surfaced from the depths of her pantry.
Lea has no idea what to make of any of this, really. She's known her girlfriend for a year and a half now, and Dianna's never mentioned any irrational fears of hospitals or anything. And Lea's made it a point to learn just about everything there is to know about Dianna Agron, so she should really know what was going on right now.
But she doesn't know and she's a little afraid to ask because they're in the hospital parking lot and Dianna's verging on translucent in the passenger seat. Lea parks quickly, possibly narrowly missing a shiny Mercedes and goes over to Dianna's side and reaches in for her hand, smiling a little as the other girl locks their fingers together easily.
It's stupid, how the little things in their relationship made her disgustingly happy. They weren't exactly the healthiest relationship on paper - Lea does have a fake boyfriend on the opposite coast and they weren't exactly dancing around in gay pride parades. But when it's just her and Dianna, holding hands or leaning on each other, it seems about as fucking perfect as anything could ever be.
Dianna pauses right before they enter into the lobby, looking up at the looming structure with apprehension. Lea turns all the way around, grabbing Dianna's other hand in her own and tugs her closer, until their hips meet.
"Di," she mumbles, watching as Dianna's eyes lock onto hers with trust and love settling over her features. "What's up?"
Dianna shakes her head a little, before she opens her mouth hesitantly and looks around as her cheeks start to color.
"Lea, I haven't had my blood drawn in years," Dianna whispers, like it's a big secret. And it probably is, because Dianna's the exact sort of person to garner a reputation for donating blood like it's going out of style (or, alternatively, like she's a broke college kid looking to get a little cash for a keg) because she cares about people or something like that. Which is true, Dianna does care, and Lea does too, but she kind of values her blood and is perfectly okay with keeping it all in her system. Dianna, though, has puppy dog eyes and gorgeous bone structure, two traits which automatically make you look like a nicer person (in Lea's opinion, that is) and she's probably expected to be giving up her blood for people who might need it more.
Which, by the way, sounds stupid, because Lea's pretty sure Dianna might need her blood too. And to be honest, if given the choice of Dianna staying alive and some other person, Lea's picking Dianna.
So, it's a little weird, Dianna not giving blood in years, or getting it drawn for that matter. Lea seems to get her blood drawn every year for some weird special check-up panel that she didn't quite understand but signed off on anyway because it wasn't like it was a terrifying experience for her.
"Baby, it's okay," Lea whispers, dropping Di's hands and gripping her face before dropping a kiss on her nose. "I'm here, you don't have to be scared."
Dianna frowns a little, and leans forward to press a light peck to Lea's cheek anyway. "I'm not afraid, I just..."
They're both distracted by the intercom in the entryway blaring into life, starting a welcome greeting echoed in about four thousand other languages. Dianna sighs, gripping Lea's hand and pulling her into the lobby quickly. Lea is content to let her girlfriend lead her around, but she can feel the tightening of her grip on Lea's hand and when they get to the elevator, Dianna waits patiently for the door to close before she grabs ahold of Lea's shoulders.
"Lea, baby, I think you should know that - "
Dianna is cut off by the door opening on their floor and a smiling group of people filing in as Lea leads her out.
"Di, it's okay that you're afraid," Lea says, now pulling Dianna down the hallway towards the blood drawing area (or whatever its called) while she shuffles through her jacket pockets for the order Di's doctor had made that Dianna had promptly handed over to Lea and told her not to lose it.
Lea can hear Dianna make an affronted sound behind her.
"I'm not afraid, Lea, I'm trying to tell you that - "
Lea is now dropping Dianna's hand and marching up to the registration desk and the male nurse type guy in scrubs, who exchanges her order for a clipboard to fill out info with. Dianna is looking at her with frustration when she comes back and sits down next to her and starts filling it out.
"Lea, I think I'm supposed to be filling that out," Dianna mumbles, trying to grab at the pen tied to the clipboard. Lea just shifts further away from Dianna's reaching hands, writing down all sorts of information with ease.
"Yeah, but I can fill it out for you, so why should you?" Lea asks. "I mean, when we get married, I should be able to fill out these things just in case you fall off a stage or something again. It'd be my job," Lea mutters, before she realizes what she's said and looks up hesitantly at the mirror sitting across from them to gauge Dianna's reaction.
Her girlfriend looks absolutely dumbfounded, but dumbfounded in the sense of, oh my God, this is amazing. So that's good. Lea finishes up the sheet, handing it over to Dianna to sign before pulling it out of the girl's hands and handing it over to the nurse guy.
Dianna grabs ahold of her hand again when she sits down and presses a kiss right where Lea's jaw and neck meet, before she starts to mumble something there.
"Lea, baby, when I get my blood drawn - "
"Dianna Agron?"
The nurse guy is now in the doorway, smiling at the two of them and brandishing another clipboard. Dianna shoots up out of her seat, tugging Lea along through a hallway to a small room with a somewhat sinister looking chair that Dianna sits in with some hesitancy. The guy doesn't say much, just takes Dianna's proffered arm and wraps the elastic band tight around it, easily locating a bulging vein in the girl's arm. Lea watches with little trepidation as he swabs the alcohol there but feels Dianna's hand tighten around hers as the needle presses in. It's a little sickening watching her girlfriend's blood get pulled up into the thing, but it's not so bad that she feels as though she would be a crazy bedside wife if there was blood involved and Dianna was in the hospital for real.
Of course, that is before she feels Dianna's grip slacken as the guy pulls the needle out of her arm and places a band-aid and a blue wrap around it. She immediately feels true panic descend over her, her eyes landing on the guy accusingly.
"Do something!" she shouts, and he turns back from what he's doing and looks down at Dianna, whose eyes have slid shut. The guy only shrugs, pointing down at Dianna's information clipboard.
"It says here she does this every time. She'll be fine in a few seconds, ma'am," he says, smiling a little even in the face of a rage filled Lea Michele.
"What?!" she yells, grabbing the clipboard and seeing it clearly written in the 'other' section that Dianna has fainted every time she's ever had her blood drawn. Lea now understands what Dianna's been trying to tell her all day. But she honestly doesn't care because her girlfriend, the love of her life is passed out and Lea's fucked if she's not going to absolutely strangle the guy. "Well, FIX IT!" she shouts, just before she takes one more glance at Dianna's head lolled to the side a little and she feels her heartbeat speed up and her breathing go weird and suddenly it's black.
//
When she wakes up, she's laying on a bed in a white hospital room, Dianna hovering over and smiling when she blinks her eyes.
"Hey, baby," Dianna whispers, reaching down to run her fingers through Lea's hair. Lea enjoys the feeling for a moment, before she realizes her head really hurts at the back.
"What happened?" Lea asks, her voice croaking. Dianna's smile widens a little, her fingers sliding out of Lea's hair and linking with Lea's own fingers on her left hand.
"You sort of fainted. After I did, I guess. When I woke up, you were already down," she whispers, her face getting cloudy. "You have a concussion, you hit your head so hard, baby."
"Oh. Well...fainting sucks," Lea mumbles, wincing when she reaches her other hand up to touch at the back of her head.
Dianna nods sagely, as if she's a seasoned pro at it. Which, she apparently is.
"I can't believe you never mentioned that you fainted when you had your blood drawn," Lea groans, trying to sit up further in the bed.
"I can't believe you never mentioned you could get freaked out to the point of fainting," Dianna returns, squeezing lightly at Lea's fingers. "You are going to be the worst bedside wife ever."
Lea pauses a little, looking up at Dianna with a small smile that the blond returns. Even though they've only been in this relationship for a year, it feels as though it could be forever. It makes her so, so happy to know that Dianna feels the same way too.
"Well," Lea mutters, grasping Dianna's fingers and pulling them up to her lips so she can press a kiss to them. "At least it's because I love you."
Dianna's smile widens, and she leans down to kiss Lea's forehead lightly.
"Love you too, Lea," she whispers, and Lea smiles a little before she starts to close her eyes. Just when she's on the edge of sleep though, she mumbles something.
"Di?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's avoid you getting your blood drawn for as long as possible, okay?"
"Okay, baby."
the end.
Pairing: Dianna/Lea
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dianna asks Lea to come with her for support to get her blood drawn.
Author's Note: This is just fluff. FLUFFFFFF. And it may be a little short. And, I don't really know what a medical professional would do if someone fainted. So I made it up. I figure there's a sort of grace period. And the title's from a quote by someone named Goldie Nash. Also, didn't I promise to write a Lea POV on the Ships With Holes Will Sink verse? And a sequel (or seven) in the Sunday verse? Oops, guys. Oops.
When Dianna suggests Lea come with her to the doctor so she can get her blood drawn, she really doesn't think anything of it. It's not like her girlfriend is absolutely terrified of needles or anything, because she does have tattoos (one of them top secret and the other visible only with the help of a bikini or a bra). Sure, it's a little strange that she's asking Lea to come with her, but Lea is perfectly happy to spend any amount of time with Dianna, even if it is at the hospital to get blood drawn.
The first noticeable problem is the way Dianna's face grows more and more pale as Lea swerves through traffic. Lea knows, of course, that it's not because of her driving, because Dianna drives like the 110 is the Indianapolis 500, so Lea's reasonably controlled, go-kart level of danger driving is not what's bugging Dianna. She keeps flicking at her window button, watching the glass slide down and then back up. Her other hand clenches and unclenches around a granola bar that had somehow surfaced from the depths of her pantry.
Lea has no idea what to make of any of this, really. She's known her girlfriend for a year and a half now, and Dianna's never mentioned any irrational fears of hospitals or anything. And Lea's made it a point to learn just about everything there is to know about Dianna Agron, so she should really know what was going on right now.
But she doesn't know and she's a little afraid to ask because they're in the hospital parking lot and Dianna's verging on translucent in the passenger seat. Lea parks quickly, possibly narrowly missing a shiny Mercedes and goes over to Dianna's side and reaches in for her hand, smiling a little as the other girl locks their fingers together easily.
It's stupid, how the little things in their relationship made her disgustingly happy. They weren't exactly the healthiest relationship on paper - Lea does have a fake boyfriend on the opposite coast and they weren't exactly dancing around in gay pride parades. But when it's just her and Dianna, holding hands or leaning on each other, it seems about as fucking perfect as anything could ever be.
Dianna pauses right before they enter into the lobby, looking up at the looming structure with apprehension. Lea turns all the way around, grabbing Dianna's other hand in her own and tugs her closer, until their hips meet.
"Di," she mumbles, watching as Dianna's eyes lock onto hers with trust and love settling over her features. "What's up?"
Dianna shakes her head a little, before she opens her mouth hesitantly and looks around as her cheeks start to color.
"Lea, I haven't had my blood drawn in years," Dianna whispers, like it's a big secret. And it probably is, because Dianna's the exact sort of person to garner a reputation for donating blood like it's going out of style (or, alternatively, like she's a broke college kid looking to get a little cash for a keg) because she cares about people or something like that. Which is true, Dianna does care, and Lea does too, but she kind of values her blood and is perfectly okay with keeping it all in her system. Dianna, though, has puppy dog eyes and gorgeous bone structure, two traits which automatically make you look like a nicer person (in Lea's opinion, that is) and she's probably expected to be giving up her blood for people who might need it more.
Which, by the way, sounds stupid, because Lea's pretty sure Dianna might need her blood too. And to be honest, if given the choice of Dianna staying alive and some other person, Lea's picking Dianna.
So, it's a little weird, Dianna not giving blood in years, or getting it drawn for that matter. Lea seems to get her blood drawn every year for some weird special check-up panel that she didn't quite understand but signed off on anyway because it wasn't like it was a terrifying experience for her.
"Baby, it's okay," Lea whispers, dropping Di's hands and gripping her face before dropping a kiss on her nose. "I'm here, you don't have to be scared."
Dianna frowns a little, and leans forward to press a light peck to Lea's cheek anyway. "I'm not afraid, I just..."
They're both distracted by the intercom in the entryway blaring into life, starting a welcome greeting echoed in about four thousand other languages. Dianna sighs, gripping Lea's hand and pulling her into the lobby quickly. Lea is content to let her girlfriend lead her around, but she can feel the tightening of her grip on Lea's hand and when they get to the elevator, Dianna waits patiently for the door to close before she grabs ahold of Lea's shoulders.
"Lea, baby, I think you should know that - "
Dianna is cut off by the door opening on their floor and a smiling group of people filing in as Lea leads her out.
"Di, it's okay that you're afraid," Lea says, now pulling Dianna down the hallway towards the blood drawing area (or whatever its called) while she shuffles through her jacket pockets for the order Di's doctor had made that Dianna had promptly handed over to Lea and told her not to lose it.
Lea can hear Dianna make an affronted sound behind her.
"I'm not afraid, Lea, I'm trying to tell you that - "
Lea is now dropping Dianna's hand and marching up to the registration desk and the male nurse type guy in scrubs, who exchanges her order for a clipboard to fill out info with. Dianna is looking at her with frustration when she comes back and sits down next to her and starts filling it out.
"Lea, I think I'm supposed to be filling that out," Dianna mumbles, trying to grab at the pen tied to the clipboard. Lea just shifts further away from Dianna's reaching hands, writing down all sorts of information with ease.
"Yeah, but I can fill it out for you, so why should you?" Lea asks. "I mean, when we get married, I should be able to fill out these things just in case you fall off a stage or something again. It'd be my job," Lea mutters, before she realizes what she's said and looks up hesitantly at the mirror sitting across from them to gauge Dianna's reaction.
Her girlfriend looks absolutely dumbfounded, but dumbfounded in the sense of, oh my God, this is amazing. So that's good. Lea finishes up the sheet, handing it over to Dianna to sign before pulling it out of the girl's hands and handing it over to the nurse guy.
Dianna grabs ahold of her hand again when she sits down and presses a kiss right where Lea's jaw and neck meet, before she starts to mumble something there.
"Lea, baby, when I get my blood drawn - "
"Dianna Agron?"
The nurse guy is now in the doorway, smiling at the two of them and brandishing another clipboard. Dianna shoots up out of her seat, tugging Lea along through a hallway to a small room with a somewhat sinister looking chair that Dianna sits in with some hesitancy. The guy doesn't say much, just takes Dianna's proffered arm and wraps the elastic band tight around it, easily locating a bulging vein in the girl's arm. Lea watches with little trepidation as he swabs the alcohol there but feels Dianna's hand tighten around hers as the needle presses in. It's a little sickening watching her girlfriend's blood get pulled up into the thing, but it's not so bad that she feels as though she would be a crazy bedside wife if there was blood involved and Dianna was in the hospital for real.
Of course, that is before she feels Dianna's grip slacken as the guy pulls the needle out of her arm and places a band-aid and a blue wrap around it. She immediately feels true panic descend over her, her eyes landing on the guy accusingly.
"Do something!" she shouts, and he turns back from what he's doing and looks down at Dianna, whose eyes have slid shut. The guy only shrugs, pointing down at Dianna's information clipboard.
"It says here she does this every time. She'll be fine in a few seconds, ma'am," he says, smiling a little even in the face of a rage filled Lea Michele.
"What?!" she yells, grabbing the clipboard and seeing it clearly written in the 'other' section that Dianna has fainted every time she's ever had her blood drawn. Lea now understands what Dianna's been trying to tell her all day. But she honestly doesn't care because her girlfriend, the love of her life is passed out and Lea's fucked if she's not going to absolutely strangle the guy. "Well, FIX IT!" she shouts, just before she takes one more glance at Dianna's head lolled to the side a little and she feels her heartbeat speed up and her breathing go weird and suddenly it's black.
//
When she wakes up, she's laying on a bed in a white hospital room, Dianna hovering over and smiling when she blinks her eyes.
"Hey, baby," Dianna whispers, reaching down to run her fingers through Lea's hair. Lea enjoys the feeling for a moment, before she realizes her head really hurts at the back.
"What happened?" Lea asks, her voice croaking. Dianna's smile widens a little, her fingers sliding out of Lea's hair and linking with Lea's own fingers on her left hand.
"You sort of fainted. After I did, I guess. When I woke up, you were already down," she whispers, her face getting cloudy. "You have a concussion, you hit your head so hard, baby."
"Oh. Well...fainting sucks," Lea mumbles, wincing when she reaches her other hand up to touch at the back of her head.
Dianna nods sagely, as if she's a seasoned pro at it. Which, she apparently is.
"I can't believe you never mentioned that you fainted when you had your blood drawn," Lea groans, trying to sit up further in the bed.
"I can't believe you never mentioned you could get freaked out to the point of fainting," Dianna returns, squeezing lightly at Lea's fingers. "You are going to be the worst bedside wife ever."
Lea pauses a little, looking up at Dianna with a small smile that the blond returns. Even though they've only been in this relationship for a year, it feels as though it could be forever. It makes her so, so happy to know that Dianna feels the same way too.
"Well," Lea mutters, grasping Dianna's fingers and pulling them up to her lips so she can press a kiss to them. "At least it's because I love you."
Dianna's smile widens, and she leans down to kiss Lea's forehead lightly.
"Love you too, Lea," she whispers, and Lea smiles a little before she starts to close her eyes. Just when she's on the edge of sleep though, she mumbles something.
"Di?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's avoid you getting your blood drawn for as long as possible, okay?"
"Okay, baby."
the end.