Two Lives, One Story - Chapter Three
Title: Two Live, One Story - 4/?
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3000
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, Dianna/Lea
Spoilers: Up to 2x02 - Brittney/Brittany
Summary: Quinn and Dianna switch worlds, now Lea and Rachel have to help them get back to the right one. Established Achele, potential future Faberry
Disclaimers: Real person shipping. Be warned. And I obviously don't own any of the people in this, and I didn't get Dianna or Lea for Christmas.
A/N: This time in the comments, I want you guys to tell me what you ship now: Rachel/Quinn, Lea/Dianna, Lea/Quinn, Rachel/Dianna...Lea/Rachel? Quinn/Dianna? It's not going to affect the writing, just something fun I thought I'd ask
Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two
Chapter Three
That felt really good. It was the only thought going through the blonde's head as she slowly stirred. Her neck was on fire, a soft pressure igniting every nerve. A soft moan escaped her lips and the pressure stopped, causing a groan.
"I see you're awake."
And then she froze. Who was that? Where was she? What was going on? Quinn slowly turned onto her other side and when she was met with the extremely close face of one Rachel Berry, her train of thought stopped.
"What the fuck!" She screamed as she launched back, toppling over the side of the bed. Her hands flew to her lips as she realized what she had just said. "How...What...That..." She shouldn't be able to say that. She had never been able to say that. Think it? Sure. But say it? Definitely not.
"Fuuuuck. Fuuck. Fuck." Her face split with a wicked grin. It felt so great to say, perfectly described the moment and every twisted thought that was going through her mind. Rachel just kept staring at her with concern, now kneeling on the bed.
"Di? Honey. While I love your newfound love for swear words, you're starting to worry me. First that whole 'thinking you were Quinn' thing last night, and now you seem to have become a sailor." She scooted towards the blonde, who was too busy testing out what other words she could utter. But when she felt the tan skin on her arm, she jumped back.
"Berry! Will you please stop touching me! It's one thing when we're watching a mother fucking.." pause to smile, "..sex riot, but it's another when in private. Wait, what am I doing here? Is this your room? Why the fuck am I in your room? Did you drug me or something.."
Lea cut her off with a hand to the mouth. "Ugh, this again? Dianna, you are not Quinn. I get that this is how you're trying to punish me for..."
"Shut up Berry! I am not Dianna. I am Quinn and you are Rachel, and you are going to get me the hell out of here before I become infected with your lameness...or whatever."
Two can play this game, Lea thought. "Oh, okay. If you're Quinn and I'm Rachel, then how do I know that you're the one who made the Glist and who got us the yearbook page, or that Shelby Corcoran is the one who adopted Beth?"
Quinn was stunned speechless. How did she know that stuff? "You must have...had me bugged or something. Yeah, that seems like something you'd do. Probably hired Lauren like you did that one time to catch us all not singing!"
"Okay, then how would I know that you wanted your kids to be able to look back at your yearbook and be proud, but not the bastard one you were carrying at the time? Did I bug your thoughts too?"
Rachel had her there. No one could know that.
"Quinn Fabray is a character on a TV show. She's not real! Your name is Dianna Agron. You're 24 years old. You were born in Savannah, Georgia. Your dad's name is Ronald, your mom's is Mary. You have a younger brother named Jason. So please stop acting like you're Quinn, it's not funny anymore!"
Lea fell back against the bed, hiding her face in her hands and she had clearly started crying frustrated tears. Quinn was simply speechless. Forming half sounds, and then clasping her mouth shut. Then, all of a sudden she took in a deep breath. "Right. Okay. So if you're not Rachel, and I'm not this Dianna girl you think I am, then we must have switched places or something. Like that string theory thing. Multiple parallel worlds." Lea was surprised at how quickly Quinn had figured this out. I guess being on the honor roll wasn't just a title.
"So we've got to figure out a way to get me back to my...world, and bring her back to yours. Do you think she's where I'm supposed to be?"
Lea lifted her head from her hands, wiping away the tear. "Um, I suppose she could be. Oh God, what if she's still passed out on set? What if something horrible happened to her? What if she's-"
"She's not dead," Quinn interrupted. "I mean, you can't think like that. Besides, if she were dead, wouldn't I cease to exist, or something like that."
Lea sniffled and nodded. But really, she didn't know how she would survive without Dianna. She was her rock. She kept her sane. She stopped her from murdering every last person who sought to get in her way. She just really loved her, okay?
"So, I think we should return to the science room, and figure it out from there."
Lea nodded and stood up. "It's your day off, but I'm sure nobody would mind it. You like to help the cameramen film anyway."
---
It was nearly noon when the two arrived on set. It was apparently going to be a long night though, so most of the cast wasn't there yet.
"I look like a train wreck," Quinn complained as she surveyed her outfit. "Your girlfriend has the worst fashion sense ever."
Lea giggled, "Stop complaining. We can't all wear the same outfit every day. Besides, I think it's adorable how fashion incompetent she is. You look fine."
Was that a compliment? Quinn blushed nonetheless. "Whatever. And I'm still hungry. All you had to eat was rabbit food. I mean, is it really that hard to have something edible in your kitchen!"
Lea grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled her towards a row of trailers. "I told you. Dianna and I are vegans. We don't eat meat or animal byproducts."
"I mean, being a vegetarian is one thing, but not even eating eggs? That's madness. If I ever meet this Dianna chick, I'm gonna-"
Lea interrupted her, "Right, well, first I need to get into my costume, then check in the Brad. But I swear, after that we can go to the science room."
She wasn't even paying attention to her. Quinn hated it when people didn't listen to her. She was about to reprimand Lea for it when Kurt breezed by on a Razor scooter.
"Did you just say science room?"
Quinn scowled a bit, but did prefer what this Kurt-clone was wearing now over any of her Kurt's previous outfits. Jeans and a tee. Not the best, but still better than a skirt.
"Hey Chris. Yeah, Dianna and I were just gonna, we were going to..."
Chris cut her off. "Yeah, I think I get the picture. Too bad for you guys though. That set is shutdown. Apparently there was some electrical fire last night and half the place is torched. I guess you'll just have to wait. Don't worry though, they need it for a scene with Jenna and Harry, so it should be fixed within the...week."
Chris laughed and sped off.
"Well that's just great," Quinn said, throwing her arms up in emphasis. "Now how am I supposed to get out of this hell hole?"
Lea shot her a very sympathetic look. "Don't worry. We'll figure it out. I promise. I guess for now you should just hang out. It'll probably be best if you don't leave my trailer. We don't want someone else to find out and have you committed or something."
They made their way into the trailer, and Quinn was taken aback by how glamorous it was. She could definitely see herself barricaded in here. Flat screen, mini fridge, couch. This could work.
"Woah, you must be some big time star in this reality. Is that a Playstation 3? They don't even have those in Lima yet!"
"What? Oh, yeah. I don't use that. Cory left it from our last trailer party. Do you play video games?" Lea asked as she hung her jacket in the closet.
"Well, no. Not really. I don't have time, what with Glee and Cheerios. But Puck and Finn are obsessed with them. They would be so jealous of you right now."
Yeah, Lea was so excited that fictional characters were jealous of her. "Right, well, help yourself. I'm gonna go to wardrobe now. Please stay out of trouble, and um, don't leave the trailer. If you need anything, just call Telly. His number should be on your phone. And if there's an emergency, call me. Lea."
Quinn nodded and turned on the TV. "Yes, mom."
Lea sighed and left. Today was going to be an adventure.
---
Lea was getting a bit tired of waking Quinn up. If she had been Dianna, a kiss to the forehead or inappropriately placed poke would have sufficed, but Quinn seemed to be as deep a sleeper as she was. In the end, Lea resorted to simply shoving her off the couch.
"What the fuck!" Quinn yelp, rubbing her sore behind. "Do you have a death wish or something? I oughta-" She stood up, clenching her fists together.
"Yes. Anyway. I'm done, so we can leave now. I stopped by the science room set and Chris was right, it's completely trashed. We'll have to try again on Monday."
Quinn groaned. She was about to take her frustrations out on the pillow clutched in her arms when the trailer door swung open to reveal the last two people Quinn wanted to see. Santana, her hair not in the mandatory tight ponytail, barged in, covering her eyes and dragging a similarly positioned Brittany behind her.
"Hey, now stop whatever disgusting thing you two are doing and let us know when it's safe to uncover our eyes."
Brittany snorted and Lea rolled her eyes. "Naya, we're not doing anything. So stop fooling around. Now, if you could just kindly show yourself out, that would be greatly appreciated."
Naya removed her hand, and Heather did the same. Completely ignoring Lea's request, Naya said, "sorry, can never be too careful. So, First Wives Club? Yes or yes?"
She didn't even wait for a reply before making herself comfortable on the couch and pulling Heather into her lap. "Cool. So Jenna is finishing a scene with Harry, and Amber said she'd be right over but that we shouldn't wait up for her."
"And guess what I got," Heather piped in. She pulled a bottle of what was presumably a great vintage white wine from behind her back. Lea gawked. Quinn just looked confused.
"I don't drink," she said, earning her a gasp from the two people that had taken her couch, and a half hearted, and late one from the brunette.
"Di, you're joking...right? You didn't get the nickname 'drunkgron' by accident."
"Yeah, HeMo's right. Why don't you want to- Wait...are you pregnant! Omg, you slut! You totally are! Pettyfuck knocked you up and that's why you and Lea are fighting. Wow, I didn't think he had it in him."
"Isn't he gay?" Heather whispered to Naya.
Quinn face turned an angry red. "What! NO! I am not stupid enough to get pregnant twi-"
Lea interrupted her hastily, "What she means is, no, she's not pregnant, and that's not why we were fighting."
This clarification was followed by silence. It seemed their guests were waiting for an explanation as to why the blonde and the brunette had in fact had been feuding. Quinn didn't know, and Lea was definitely not going to forfeit that information.
"Right, so let's get our drink on ladies!" Lea grabbed the bottle from Heather and pulled Quinn along with her as she retrieved a bottle opener from the top drawer. She whispered in the blonde's ear, "Just drink a bit. I promise none of us will try to take advantage of you. Besides, Puck slash Mark is off doing promotion for his new album. You'll be fine. I'll protect you or something."
Somehow the close proximity of the Rachel look-alike calmed Quinn's nerves and she easily gave in to the request. Moderation. That would be the key. Simple moderation.
---
Turns out Quinn sucked at moderation.
"Yeah!" Naya goaded, "now that's the Dianna we love. You have no idea how excited I am for the Golden Globes. When drunkgron comes out for the cameras, fandom is sure to go crazy."
Naya (and Cory) were pretty much the only cast members who frequented the online Glee fandom. You could say Naya was a little obsessed actually. On a fairly daily basis she would be trolling the L Chat boards, or reading a Brittana fanfic. In fact, only Heather knew that it was she who was instrumental in starting the Brittana tweeting campaign. Rivera was a sly one, that's for sure. She also served as the bridge between for the other cast members.
Quinn turned to whisper in Lea's ear, "Why does Santana keep calling me 'drunkgron'?"
"It's Dianna's nickname. She actually has a lot that follow the same formula. Blank plus gron. Her favorite is highgron."
Quinn gasped, "She get's high! But that's illegal! Doesn't that go against her good Christian values?" It was meant to be a whisper, but her self control was falling as her blood alcohol level rose.
Lea snorted, "Um, she's actually Jewish."
And at that, Quinn spit out the sip she had been taking. Jewish! Jewish? Jewish! Like Rachel? The person who played her was Jewish! This was just too weird. Her father would be furious.
"Regardless of her religious affiliations, Dianna doesn't really follow the status quo." Quinn seemed to accept this answer and resumed her drinking.
"Heeeeey! Looks like the party started without me." It was Amber coming in the trailer, a bottle of Pinot Grigio in one hand and a box of Cheez-its in the other.
"Yes! Food!" Naya exclaimed as she popped up, relieving Amber of the cheesy snacks.
"What'd I miss?" Amber asked as she poured herself a glass.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Heather replied. "Well, Naya was telling me about her Halloween costume ideas, but other than that..."
Amber then turned her attention to Lea and Quinn. The blonde was too inebriated to take notice, so Lea had to fill in. "What? Uh, oh, nope. Nothing interesting with us either."
"I guess I should be glad you guys don't get up to much without me. Where's Jenna?"
---
Lea was now having trouble speaking through the yawns. They had been at it for the past two hours, gone through 4 bottles and failed to bitch about anything in their lives. Jenna never did show up. Everyone just assumed she was hooking up with Kevin somewhere, or had gone home like a sane person would at 11 PM. Amber was already passed out on the floor, cradling an empty wine bottle. Naya and Heather were overly fascinated with their own hair, giggling every time a strand fell from their fingers.
Lea turned to the blonde next to her, who seemed to be equally tired. She was propped up against the trailer wall, fighting to keep her eyes open. "Hey Rach, Rach. The room is really blurry. I think I'm going blind! Omg, I'm going blind! I'll never be able to see you again! Quick, Quickly, I want you to be the last thing I see, come here." She pulled Lea's face right in front of her own. "You're really pretty you know that? Yeah... Yeah! I know I make fun of your sweaters and stuff, cuz they really do suck by the way, but you, you Rachel Baaaaarbra Berry. You are beautiful." She sighed an utterly adorable smile overtook her face. "I'm really gonna miss seeing you when I go blind."
And with that, Quinn smashed her lips against Lea's in a rather sloppy and short kiss. When she pulled away, she tapped Lea on the nose and proceeded to collapse into her arms, mumbling about animal sweaters and knee high socks.
Lea smiled, "Okay, missy. Someone's had way too much. I don't think this body of yours has quite the staying power as Dianna's. Come on. Up. Yeah, that's it. We're going home."
She took Quinn's arm around her shoulder and helped the semi-conscious blonde out to the car. "But we've only just met," the blonde muttered. "Shouldn't you at least take me to a movie before we go back to yours?"
Lea smiled, choosing not to reply since she wouldn't remember anyway. By the time she got her buckled in, the girl was sound asleep, making a cute little mewing sound with each breath. Lea couldn't help but take a moment to watch her peaceful slumber. Even though she knew this wasn't her Lady Di, Quinn still got the same endearingly serene look on her face as she slept. It was this look that Lea loved most, though Dianna didn't know that. A single tear slid down the brunette's face as she realized she might never see her girlfriend again.
Chapter Four
Note: That was not meant to sound anti-Semitic at all, though each time I read it it can be interpreted either way
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3000
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, Dianna/Lea
Spoilers: Up to 2x02 - Brittney/Brittany
Summary: Quinn and Dianna switch worlds, now Lea and Rachel have to help them get back to the right one. Established Achele, potential future Faberry
Disclaimers: Real person shipping. Be warned. And I obviously don't own any of the people in this, and I didn't get Dianna or Lea for Christmas.
A/N: This time in the comments, I want you guys to tell me what you ship now: Rachel/Quinn, Lea/Dianna, Lea/Quinn, Rachel/Dianna...Lea/Rachel? Quinn/Dianna? It's not going to affect the writing, just something fun I thought I'd ask
Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two
Chapter Three
That felt really good. It was the only thought going through the blonde's head as she slowly stirred. Her neck was on fire, a soft pressure igniting every nerve. A soft moan escaped her lips and the pressure stopped, causing a groan.
"I see you're awake."
And then she froze. Who was that? Where was she? What was going on? Quinn slowly turned onto her other side and when she was met with the extremely close face of one Rachel Berry, her train of thought stopped.
"What the fuck!" She screamed as she launched back, toppling over the side of the bed. Her hands flew to her lips as she realized what she had just said. "How...What...That..." She shouldn't be able to say that. She had never been able to say that. Think it? Sure. But say it? Definitely not.
"Fuuuuck. Fuuck. Fuck." Her face split with a wicked grin. It felt so great to say, perfectly described the moment and every twisted thought that was going through her mind. Rachel just kept staring at her with concern, now kneeling on the bed.
"Di? Honey. While I love your newfound love for swear words, you're starting to worry me. First that whole 'thinking you were Quinn' thing last night, and now you seem to have become a sailor." She scooted towards the blonde, who was too busy testing out what other words she could utter. But when she felt the tan skin on her arm, she jumped back.
"Berry! Will you please stop touching me! It's one thing when we're watching a mother fucking.." pause to smile, "..sex riot, but it's another when in private. Wait, what am I doing here? Is this your room? Why the fuck am I in your room? Did you drug me or something.."
Lea cut her off with a hand to the mouth. "Ugh, this again? Dianna, you are not Quinn. I get that this is how you're trying to punish me for..."
"Shut up Berry! I am not Dianna. I am Quinn and you are Rachel, and you are going to get me the hell out of here before I become infected with your lameness...or whatever."
Two can play this game, Lea thought. "Oh, okay. If you're Quinn and I'm Rachel, then how do I know that you're the one who made the Glist and who got us the yearbook page, or that Shelby Corcoran is the one who adopted Beth?"
Quinn was stunned speechless. How did she know that stuff? "You must have...had me bugged or something. Yeah, that seems like something you'd do. Probably hired Lauren like you did that one time to catch us all not singing!"
"Okay, then how would I know that you wanted your kids to be able to look back at your yearbook and be proud, but not the bastard one you were carrying at the time? Did I bug your thoughts too?"
Rachel had her there. No one could know that.
"Quinn Fabray is a character on a TV show. She's not real! Your name is Dianna Agron. You're 24 years old. You were born in Savannah, Georgia. Your dad's name is Ronald, your mom's is Mary. You have a younger brother named Jason. So please stop acting like you're Quinn, it's not funny anymore!"
Lea fell back against the bed, hiding her face in her hands and she had clearly started crying frustrated tears. Quinn was simply speechless. Forming half sounds, and then clasping her mouth shut. Then, all of a sudden she took in a deep breath. "Right. Okay. So if you're not Rachel, and I'm not this Dianna girl you think I am, then we must have switched places or something. Like that string theory thing. Multiple parallel worlds." Lea was surprised at how quickly Quinn had figured this out. I guess being on the honor roll wasn't just a title.
"So we've got to figure out a way to get me back to my...world, and bring her back to yours. Do you think she's where I'm supposed to be?"
Lea lifted her head from her hands, wiping away the tear. "Um, I suppose she could be. Oh God, what if she's still passed out on set? What if something horrible happened to her? What if she's-"
"She's not dead," Quinn interrupted. "I mean, you can't think like that. Besides, if she were dead, wouldn't I cease to exist, or something like that."
Lea sniffled and nodded. But really, she didn't know how she would survive without Dianna. She was her rock. She kept her sane. She stopped her from murdering every last person who sought to get in her way. She just really loved her, okay?
"So, I think we should return to the science room, and figure it out from there."
Lea nodded and stood up. "It's your day off, but I'm sure nobody would mind it. You like to help the cameramen film anyway."
---
It was nearly noon when the two arrived on set. It was apparently going to be a long night though, so most of the cast wasn't there yet.
"I look like a train wreck," Quinn complained as she surveyed her outfit. "Your girlfriend has the worst fashion sense ever."
Lea giggled, "Stop complaining. We can't all wear the same outfit every day. Besides, I think it's adorable how fashion incompetent she is. You look fine."
Was that a compliment? Quinn blushed nonetheless. "Whatever. And I'm still hungry. All you had to eat was rabbit food. I mean, is it really that hard to have something edible in your kitchen!"
Lea grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled her towards a row of trailers. "I told you. Dianna and I are vegans. We don't eat meat or animal byproducts."
"I mean, being a vegetarian is one thing, but not even eating eggs? That's madness. If I ever meet this Dianna chick, I'm gonna-"
Lea interrupted her, "Right, well, first I need to get into my costume, then check in the Brad. But I swear, after that we can go to the science room."
She wasn't even paying attention to her. Quinn hated it when people didn't listen to her. She was about to reprimand Lea for it when Kurt breezed by on a Razor scooter.
"Did you just say science room?"
Quinn scowled a bit, but did prefer what this Kurt-clone was wearing now over any of her Kurt's previous outfits. Jeans and a tee. Not the best, but still better than a skirt.
"Hey Chris. Yeah, Dianna and I were just gonna, we were going to..."
Chris cut her off. "Yeah, I think I get the picture. Too bad for you guys though. That set is shutdown. Apparently there was some electrical fire last night and half the place is torched. I guess you'll just have to wait. Don't worry though, they need it for a scene with Jenna and Harry, so it should be fixed within the...week."
Chris laughed and sped off.
"Well that's just great," Quinn said, throwing her arms up in emphasis. "Now how am I supposed to get out of this hell hole?"
Lea shot her a very sympathetic look. "Don't worry. We'll figure it out. I promise. I guess for now you should just hang out. It'll probably be best if you don't leave my trailer. We don't want someone else to find out and have you committed or something."
They made their way into the trailer, and Quinn was taken aback by how glamorous it was. She could definitely see herself barricaded in here. Flat screen, mini fridge, couch. This could work.
"Woah, you must be some big time star in this reality. Is that a Playstation 3? They don't even have those in Lima yet!"
"What? Oh, yeah. I don't use that. Cory left it from our last trailer party. Do you play video games?" Lea asked as she hung her jacket in the closet.
"Well, no. Not really. I don't have time, what with Glee and Cheerios. But Puck and Finn are obsessed with them. They would be so jealous of you right now."
Yeah, Lea was so excited that fictional characters were jealous of her. "Right, well, help yourself. I'm gonna go to wardrobe now. Please stay out of trouble, and um, don't leave the trailer. If you need anything, just call Telly. His number should be on your phone. And if there's an emergency, call me. Lea."
Quinn nodded and turned on the TV. "Yes, mom."
Lea sighed and left. Today was going to be an adventure.
---
Lea was getting a bit tired of waking Quinn up. If she had been Dianna, a kiss to the forehead or inappropriately placed poke would have sufficed, but Quinn seemed to be as deep a sleeper as she was. In the end, Lea resorted to simply shoving her off the couch.
"What the fuck!" Quinn yelp, rubbing her sore behind. "Do you have a death wish or something? I oughta-" She stood up, clenching her fists together.
"Yes. Anyway. I'm done, so we can leave now. I stopped by the science room set and Chris was right, it's completely trashed. We'll have to try again on Monday."
Quinn groaned. She was about to take her frustrations out on the pillow clutched in her arms when the trailer door swung open to reveal the last two people Quinn wanted to see. Santana, her hair not in the mandatory tight ponytail, barged in, covering her eyes and dragging a similarly positioned Brittany behind her.
"Hey, now stop whatever disgusting thing you two are doing and let us know when it's safe to uncover our eyes."
Brittany snorted and Lea rolled her eyes. "Naya, we're not doing anything. So stop fooling around. Now, if you could just kindly show yourself out, that would be greatly appreciated."
Naya removed her hand, and Heather did the same. Completely ignoring Lea's request, Naya said, "sorry, can never be too careful. So, First Wives Club? Yes or yes?"
She didn't even wait for a reply before making herself comfortable on the couch and pulling Heather into her lap. "Cool. So Jenna is finishing a scene with Harry, and Amber said she'd be right over but that we shouldn't wait up for her."
"And guess what I got," Heather piped in. She pulled a bottle of what was presumably a great vintage white wine from behind her back. Lea gawked. Quinn just looked confused.
"I don't drink," she said, earning her a gasp from the two people that had taken her couch, and a half hearted, and late one from the brunette.
"Di, you're joking...right? You didn't get the nickname 'drunkgron' by accident."
"Yeah, HeMo's right. Why don't you want to- Wait...are you pregnant! Omg, you slut! You totally are! Pettyfuck knocked you up and that's why you and Lea are fighting. Wow, I didn't think he had it in him."
"Isn't he gay?" Heather whispered to Naya.
Quinn face turned an angry red. "What! NO! I am not stupid enough to get pregnant twi-"
Lea interrupted her hastily, "What she means is, no, she's not pregnant, and that's not why we were fighting."
This clarification was followed by silence. It seemed their guests were waiting for an explanation as to why the blonde and the brunette had in fact had been feuding. Quinn didn't know, and Lea was definitely not going to forfeit that information.
"Right, so let's get our drink on ladies!" Lea grabbed the bottle from Heather and pulled Quinn along with her as she retrieved a bottle opener from the top drawer. She whispered in the blonde's ear, "Just drink a bit. I promise none of us will try to take advantage of you. Besides, Puck slash Mark is off doing promotion for his new album. You'll be fine. I'll protect you or something."
Somehow the close proximity of the Rachel look-alike calmed Quinn's nerves and she easily gave in to the request. Moderation. That would be the key. Simple moderation.
---
Turns out Quinn sucked at moderation.
"Yeah!" Naya goaded, "now that's the Dianna we love. You have no idea how excited I am for the Golden Globes. When drunkgron comes out for the cameras, fandom is sure to go crazy."
Naya (and Cory) were pretty much the only cast members who frequented the online Glee fandom. You could say Naya was a little obsessed actually. On a fairly daily basis she would be trolling the L Chat boards, or reading a Brittana fanfic. In fact, only Heather knew that it was she who was instrumental in starting the Brittana tweeting campaign. Rivera was a sly one, that's for sure. She also served as the bridge between for the other cast members.
Quinn turned to whisper in Lea's ear, "Why does Santana keep calling me 'drunkgron'?"
"It's Dianna's nickname. She actually has a lot that follow the same formula. Blank plus gron. Her favorite is highgron."
Quinn gasped, "She get's high! But that's illegal! Doesn't that go against her good Christian values?" It was meant to be a whisper, but her self control was falling as her blood alcohol level rose.
Lea snorted, "Um, she's actually Jewish."
And at that, Quinn spit out the sip she had been taking. Jewish! Jewish? Jewish! Like Rachel? The person who played her was Jewish! This was just too weird. Her father would be furious.
"Regardless of her religious affiliations, Dianna doesn't really follow the status quo." Quinn seemed to accept this answer and resumed her drinking.
"Heeeeey! Looks like the party started without me." It was Amber coming in the trailer, a bottle of Pinot Grigio in one hand and a box of Cheez-its in the other.
"Yes! Food!" Naya exclaimed as she popped up, relieving Amber of the cheesy snacks.
"What'd I miss?" Amber asked as she poured herself a glass.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Heather replied. "Well, Naya was telling me about her Halloween costume ideas, but other than that..."
Amber then turned her attention to Lea and Quinn. The blonde was too inebriated to take notice, so Lea had to fill in. "What? Uh, oh, nope. Nothing interesting with us either."
"I guess I should be glad you guys don't get up to much without me. Where's Jenna?"
---
Lea was now having trouble speaking through the yawns. They had been at it for the past two hours, gone through 4 bottles and failed to bitch about anything in their lives. Jenna never did show up. Everyone just assumed she was hooking up with Kevin somewhere, or had gone home like a sane person would at 11 PM. Amber was already passed out on the floor, cradling an empty wine bottle. Naya and Heather were overly fascinated with their own hair, giggling every time a strand fell from their fingers.
Lea turned to the blonde next to her, who seemed to be equally tired. She was propped up against the trailer wall, fighting to keep her eyes open. "Hey Rach, Rach. The room is really blurry. I think I'm going blind! Omg, I'm going blind! I'll never be able to see you again! Quick, Quickly, I want you to be the last thing I see, come here." She pulled Lea's face right in front of her own. "You're really pretty you know that? Yeah... Yeah! I know I make fun of your sweaters and stuff, cuz they really do suck by the way, but you, you Rachel Baaaaarbra Berry. You are beautiful." She sighed an utterly adorable smile overtook her face. "I'm really gonna miss seeing you when I go blind."
And with that, Quinn smashed her lips against Lea's in a rather sloppy and short kiss. When she pulled away, she tapped Lea on the nose and proceeded to collapse into her arms, mumbling about animal sweaters and knee high socks.
Lea smiled, "Okay, missy. Someone's had way too much. I don't think this body of yours has quite the staying power as Dianna's. Come on. Up. Yeah, that's it. We're going home."
She took Quinn's arm around her shoulder and helped the semi-conscious blonde out to the car. "But we've only just met," the blonde muttered. "Shouldn't you at least take me to a movie before we go back to yours?"
Lea smiled, choosing not to reply since she wouldn't remember anyway. By the time she got her buckled in, the girl was sound asleep, making a cute little mewing sound with each breath. Lea couldn't help but take a moment to watch her peaceful slumber. Even though she knew this wasn't her Lady Di, Quinn still got the same endearingly serene look on her face as she slept. It was this look that Lea loved most, though Dianna didn't know that. A single tear slid down the brunette's face as she realized she might never see her girlfriend again.
Chapter Four
Note: That was not meant to sound anti-Semitic at all, though each time I read it it can be interpreted either way