I'm Not Your Rebound.

Author: Ladyfun

Disclaimers: Don't own any characters, Nick, Disney, Glee, etc. All for clean good non-profit fun.

A/N: Written due to the large guilt trip smack down rendered from Bugsy1015, damn you! ;) the final chapter in this ending arc regarding the hook up of D&D from "Im not your Rebound". This is a little drabble to complete the love story of D2, as promised.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

"Lea..."

The blonde's obviously startled reaction put the already nervous guest's state into overdrive. The nervous young woman glanced around, swallowed, and finally walked across the threshold.

"Demi's not here." Dianna said, neutrally.

"I'm not here to see Demi, actually."

The blonde merely arched her eyebrows, in surprise, regarding the younger woman. After a momentary pause, she commented, "You're one foot from my face. Isn't this violating the restraining order?" She asked, sarcastically.

Lea rolled her eyes, but still stood near the door, regardless. "The restraining order has been lifted for years, and you know that. Look..." she continued, awkwardly, "I'm here, because...well, I'm worried..."

"About what?"

"About you. You and Demi."

Dianna grimaced. "Actually, Lea, my private life is really none of your business, anymore." She stood up straighter, looking glacial. "So, if that's all you're here about, I can assure you, Demi is safe. Unharmed. No need to call the authorities..." her eyes grew hard, with their typical underpinning of pain. "Again."

She opened the door, looking at Lea pointedly, her intentions clear.

Lea shook her head. "No, that's not what..." she bit her lip, thinking. Finally, she shook her head, and started towards the obviously unwelcome door. Before she left, she turned, and looked at Dianna. Her intense brown eyes, stared deep into the icy blue ones that looked at her with unveiled irritation.

"Di..." she paused, and sighed. "Despite what you think, I want nothing for you but...happiness." She chewed her lower lip, again, which Dianna couldn't help but focus on, despite her internal machinations to the contrary.

Despite her vivid internal dialouge, the icy blonde simply replied, "Mmm-hmm."

Lea knew her well, and immediately protested. "I do, Di, believe it or don't!" Lea huffed. "With the exception, of course, with Beth...I would prefer that you're not ... "happy" ... with her, again, in the future...but that's neither here nor there." She grimaced, and closed her eyes, attempting to reset.

When she opened her eyes again, her expression was schooled with only a compassionate look, devoid of pity or bitterness, as she looked at Dianna's features. "Di, I see you. I see you, as you watch Demi; I see you, in all the ways you dote on her, and care for her. Most importantly, I see the way your heart breaks, every time you look at her, with so much longing."

"Is there a point to this, Lea?"

"I...um, well, I wanted to suggest...well. I think...um, you should do something about it, Dianna."

Dianna was hunched over, tense.

This is the last thing I need right now. She thought, to herself.

Out loud, she replied, "You don't think I've considered that, Lea? She's straight! She's not interested. And I'm not interested in losing my best friend, either. So...it is what it is. Thank you for your concern, and if you don't mind..."

"No, Di!" She raised her voice. "She does love you...like love you, love you. She just doesn't understand that she does, I'm convinced of that! But I think she's been in love with you for quite some time...but doesn't understand how to put it all together. So, I think, if you want anything to happen, then you have to do something about it."

Dianna held the bridge of her nose, eyes closed, trying to steel her nerves. After a moment, she opened her eyes, and cast them on the diminutive woman standing in front of her, determined as a badger. "Lea, I appreciate what you're trying to do, I really do...but I don't agree. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, now, because, well. Frankly, I've made my peace with this, and I understand the role I play in my straight best friends' life, and I'm good with that. I don't need you upsetting this fragile ecosystem any further."

She all but pushed Lea out the door, as Lea huffed indignantly, "But, Dianna! You deserve happiness!"

She barely caught Dianna responding, "What makes you think I'm not happy?"

Lea put one final salvo out there. "Really happy? You deserve real happiness...not this..."getting by" that you settled on. Since when do you settle, Princess Di?"

Dianna gently removed the hand on the door, and looked at its owner with a neutral expression. "Bye, Lea," she said, simply, as as she shut the heavy wooden door on the frustrated woman's face before her.

XOXOOXXOXOX

"So, I want you to hear what I've written so far!" Demi said, enthusiastically. "Di, its got the best riff! And I love the way it builds. Best music I've ever written."

She strummed the music on her acoustic guitar, as the two sat by the fireplace. Dianna was enthralled, as she watched Demi's fingers loving trace the chords, and the power with which she played. In the light cast off by the soft glow of the fire, it accented her face perfectly, and Dianna stared at her, intently.

She absolutely took her breath away.

Dianna almost forgot to listen, as she watched the movement in her arms, and fingers, across the surface of the chord strings; swept inby the power of her story telling and the Latina's ability to captivate her audicence so effortlessly. The mesmerized blonde thoughts wandered, momentarily, and she began to contemplate how it would feel to have those fingers brush along her, in the same manner with which she caressed the guitar strings. Stroke her face, stroke the skin on her chest...then graze across her nipples...down, down, until she begged enterance under her beltline...

Demi finished playing, and looked up, expectantly. "What did you think?"

Dianna sucked in a breath. "You were...it was...well, amazing. Powerful. I...I don't..."

The blonde was immediately embarrased, afraid the thought police were going to come get her for having such lewd thoughts about the roomate. She was sweating slightly; she didn't know if it was from the actual daydream itself, or being caught by its central object of lust, unawares.

Demi looked at her, almost reverently, clearly in the dark regarding Dianna's inappropriate musings. She chucked her smoky, deep laugh. "Wow, huh? I...thanks, beautiful."

They exchanged stares.

"When do you think you're going to put some lyrics in with that amazing music?"

Demi paused, uncharacteristically silent. "I have a few...ideas. I've been writing, it's...developing. I'm trying to find the right words."

"You've lost your words?" Chuckled Dianna.

"No." She shook her head, and looked down, suddenly interested in the floor. "I, um, haven't lost them, exactly. More like...I'm afraid to say them."

"Ah. Well, I can certainally relate to that." Dianna held her gaze, unwavering in her own intensity.

Before she could register the rightness or the wrongness of her actions, she felt her body inching forward, closer to the other woman. In an almost out of body experience, she watched her hand raise up, and stroked Demi's cheek, gently. She watched her fingers tangled through the chestnut black hair, and grip the back of her head, tightly.

"Sometimes, its best to just rip off the bandaid," Dianna husked, her lips milimeters from Demi's full ones, "and see what's there." She exhaled, her breath so close to Demi's, she was sure they were co-breathing. Lea's words had kept playing over and over in her mind, that evening. Perhaps she was right, Dianna reasoned, and perhaps it was her responsibility to tip the velvet.

She felt hot-literally hot, temperature wise; she felt out of control of what her body did next. She registered that she was pulling Demi's head closer to her own; and then miraculously, she felt the first brush of softness, as her own lips landed on the startled ruby red lips of her best friend. In that moment when they finally made contact, she wasn't thinking of responsibility, or repercussions, or self-evaluations of her own happiness; no, all she could think about was tasting those lips, finally.

The lips she had stared at for nearly a year, in utter longing.

It wasn't until they were kissing, fully, that the regal blonde realized just how much she hungered for them, actually. Despite the inconvenient guitar that hung between the two of them, Dianna pressed closer, her other hand reaching up to caress Demi's face, as well.

Their mouths' inched apart, momentarily, nad it was that breif window of opportunity when it would be possible to still play it off the "Im not gay, just kidding! Ha, funny, huh?" or "My lips slipped, and landed on yours...sorry! Accident!" They coudl still salvage a friendship, but Dianna closed that door, seconds later, when her Her lips moved in, again, and pressed harder against those she craved so deeply.

Then the miracle occured.

A tremor.

Warmpth.

She felt the response from Demi, tentative at first, as she... returned the kiss! Dianna tilted her head to the right, emboldened, and deepened their connection. The intensity of the kiss caused Demi to moan, slightly, into the blondes mouth. .

The sound electrified the blonde. With the moan, she stuck her tongne in, further, exploring the brunette's mouth, causing her to moan further, and tremble.

"Wait a minute..." Demi said, with a sudden gasp, pushing herself away from Dianna. Dianna scanned her face, searching for the signs of regret, yet she saw none that she could discern. "...let me put this down."

She undid her strap, and turning as she unhooked the strap from around her neck, she reverently set the guitar against the mantle. Turning back she looked at Dianna.

"Di..." She said, simply.

Longingly.

It was all the blonde needed, as she lunged forward, fingers grasping Demi, intently.

"Oh, Demi," She exhaled. "The things I feel, for you..." she said, looking down at the nervous singer, before she reconnected their lips. She pressed harder, her body quickly igniting with desire. Her lips pressed, madly; they wanted more...she wanted more. She wanted it all.

As they kissed, Demi let out a small, almost inadvertent, moan...again.

That moan seemed to fuel Dianna's desire, validate her body's craving, and she pressed further. Harder. Determined, her fingers grazed up Demi's sides, snaking up underneath her shirt, causing Demi to shudder. Dianna thrusted her tongue into Demi's mouth, without abandon, almost subconsciously distracting her friend from what her diabolical fingers were up to.

Dianna shuttered, consumed with her desire. "I want you, "She acquiesced, with a low growl, filling the mouth she kissed, with her hunger. Pressing down harder, she continued. " I've wanted you, for so long ... so long ...so long, Demi, that I've forgotten what it felt like to not want you."

Her lips moved, insistantly, putting all of her need into that emboldened kiss.

Di felt the return of her kiss, as Demi's tongue flitted into her mouth. Diana sucked it up, hungrily. She felt her body, shaking, trembling; and she knew what she felt. She felt desire, underneath her; she was sure of it.

It allowed her to take the next step. She slithered her fingers underneath Demi's bra, moving under the underwire, and palmed her. Oh God! she thought, as she had the first glorious touch of the flesh underneath.

The touch was Demi's kryptonite, or at least, her wake up call.

Abruptly, she sat up with a start, shaking Di's hands from her, removing them off her breasts. With a clearly panicked look, she stared, wild-eyes, at her blonde friend. "Ohmigod...ohmigod! I... what the hell! Di, what are we ...I don't… I what?"

Panic was in her eyes.

Demi practically lept from the bed, furiously grabbing her clothes discarded around, and mumbled. "I have to ...I...go." she said, incoherently. She was walking quickly towards the door as she mumbled over her shoulder, "Diana, I -I just ...I can't. I am not like that...I'll ...I'll see you..." her voice trailed off.

She left, with the parting shot, "I'm not like that..."

Diana was left, staring at an empty door.

Tears welled in the blonde's eyes, in utter disbelief. She didn't want to feel it, the imminent and awful pain. She knew it was inevitable, though.

Softly, she voiced to no one in particular, "...and where will you go? This is your home!"

She sat there, staring at the door, broken. The burning tears of rejection fell freely now, as the blonde let it out. She finally spoke to the empty door the truism her heart knew.

"This is your home, Demi. I'm your home."

She fell asleep, crying, once again, alone.

XOXOXO

"Just a goddamned minute!" Yelled Dianna, trying to get to the door before the insistent knocker ripped it off it's hinges. Had she not lived in a gated community, she would've worried that it was a stalker by the insistent pounding. Or a murderer. The blonde sighed. It was probably just another survey or neighbor, or worse... Rachel Berry, once again; she given up any hope of who she wanted it to be, long-ago ...months ago, when Demi left.

Color her surprised, when who should she see before her, but none other!

Demi.

Well, it was sort of Demi, with her friend, keeled over, bent like a fig newton gone wrong, and wincing in pain. Pain rendered, by one ferocious looking Santana-Lopez-the-prosecutor, who held her with a death grip by her left earlobe.

The angry-ish lawyer guided her into the living room by said earlobe.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Santana, you homicidal maniac, let go! Beso me cuolo!"

"That doesn't even make sense, chicka." With an evil glare, signature Santana, she let go, with a flourish. She immediately cast her evil eye on Dianna.

The blonde was known to be capable of some looks herslef, but she felt clearly outmatched, and felt herself shrinking. However, to her credit, she refused to cave, especially in front of "the Master" and her EX- best friend.

Santana practically growled. "Putain! You two are stupid!" She gave them both evil looks, equally distributed and full of emphasis. "Now, you two need to get your shit worked out! I love you, Demi, but I'm done babysitting. You gots to work this shit out, yourself." She gave a knowing look, aimed at her mini-me. "I mean it...I'm not going to put up with another night of Kleenex and Masterpiece Theater in my penthouse... I gots shit to do, and an entire state to clean up! " She turned around, without a further word, and walked out the door. They heard the sound of wheels squealing.

And just like that, Santana was gone.

"Wow." Dianna said, after a moment.

"No shit, wow! I was minding my own business, and then all of a sudden, Sanny came home from work, and just like that... my ear was in pain and we were on a plane! "

They both laughed, until they realized that there was awkwardness between the two of them, and stopped. Diana folded her arms tightly across her chest crossed. It was quiet, for a long time.

"Dianna," said the haggard brunette standing before the stoic blonde, "I'm... I'm just...I'm sorry. I , um..." She gave a nervous smile. "I had some time to think about things, while hanging with San. "

"Hm?" Hummed Di, noncommittally, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.

"Yes. And ...and I know that, well, for certain...that I don't like girls, Di. I'm sorry."

Dianna's stomach dropped. And just like that the tears she thought she was done with finally were threatening to make yet another appearance. Damn things were going to betray her, and were getting ready to flow again!

Damn! Thought the blonde. She forced herself to look steadily at the girl in front of her, despite the acid burning a hole in her stomach. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. She willed herself.

"I think that was fairly evident in our last encounter," Dianna said, tersely.

Demi wasn't looking at the hard blue eyes, when she spoke softly. "Yes, I guess it appeared that way. Well," she stepped closer. "I had some time to think about things." As she approached Di, who was immediately stiffening, she finally looked up, and smiled. "While I know for certain I don't like girls," flush with Di, she laced her fingers to caress her face, "...I know for certain I like one girl, however."

"Wait..what did you just say?"

Demi smiled, again. The easy smile that Dianna had fallen in love with, long ago. "I said, I know for certain I like one girl. In fact ...I think I might actually... love one girl, Di." She looked meaningfully into the stunned eyes across from her, as their faces moved nose to nose. "Yep. in fact, I know. I know that... I'm in love with this girl."

Diana caught her breath.

"This one girl... one infuriating, beautiful, and unusually quiet...girl." She looked meaningfully into Diane's eyes as their faces were inches apart.

" I'm in love with you, Di, and I don't know what to do, or how to even... love you."

The blonde caught her breath.

"Demi? Are you sure?"

She nodded, resolutely. "I'm sure."

Dianna took her hand, gently. "Then let me show you, how to love me." She pulled the exhausted brunette towards her, and started directed them towards the stairs leading to their bedrooms.

"My place, or yours?" Dianna asked, chuckling.

"Yours."

"In case you need to retreat?" Dianna asked, only half-joking.

"No. I won't...but Di?" She stopped in her tracks, halfway up the stairs. "Di, I've never done anything like this." She looked unsure. "It doesn't come...naturally to me. At all. I am attracted to men, 100%."

Dianna rolled her eyes. "Okay."

Demi continued, biting her lip. "Well, 97%, I guess. Because when I think of you, Di? You and I? Together? Like, you know, naked and shit?" Demi closed her eyes, exhaling, and squeezed Dianna's hand, tighter. Opening her eyes, she said directly, "When I think of us, together, in bed...I get wet. So wet."

Dianna swallowed.

They looked at each other, and Dianna continued to walk them upstairs. She stopped, when she felt a tug behind her. Demi stopped, again. Her face was red, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

"But, Di?"

"Yes?"

"It...It doesn't come, you know, instinctual...to me. I don't think of women's snatches-"

"Ew, gross!" Di interrupted. "Way to kill a mood, Romeo."

Demi chuckled. "Well, it's true! I don't know what the hell to do, down there, and, you know. I'm afraid I'm going to be a disappointment."

Dianna put a finger to Demi's lips, silencing her.

"Stop. Listen, Demi...you're my best friend. And really, I've never done this either." Ignoring Demi's incredulous look, she explained. "I mean, I've never been with someone who was my friend, first. And you're not just my friend, you're my best friend."

Demi took it in.

"So, how about this, my 97% heterosexual-soon-to-be-girlfriend?" Dianna smiled, immediately calming her friend, "How 'bout we approach this like everything we do? Let's just see what works. Let's figure it out...together."

Demi nodded, gripping their hands, tighter. As they walked upstairs towards the blonde's bedroom, Demi heard her whisper, "And truthfully... you could never be a disappointment to me. Ever."

XOXOXOXOX

The sheets were off the bed, and the blonde, hair wild, squinted in the morning sunlight, getting her bearings. She felt around, futily, for a sheet to cover her body. She groaned, as it wasn't long before she felt a hard sucking on her neck, with a teasing lick across her ear. She groaned, with arousal, as she felt the weight of Demi's naked body, come fully down on her own.

"Good morning, blondie. I'm hungry for something, this morning..." She rasped.

Dianna groaned, looking over at the clock. "Ohmigod, you mean, the same thing you had...like five times over, two hours ago?" She asked, incredulously.

Nuzzling into Dianna's neck, she chuckled. "Well, blame yourself. You're a good teacher."

"No, I blame the fact you're actually a succubus. A latent Glee succubus, that was inadvertently activated from her dormant state, last night, and now can't stop until your prey expires!"

Demi chuckled. "Aww," She purred. "The lesbian can't hang."

Dianna looked at her fiercely. "Okay, now those are just fighting words."

Demi squealed, as Dianna rolled her over, topping her, and kissing her, mercilessly. But she looked up, when Dianna stopped, abruptly.

Dianna had a stunned look on her face. Demi touched her face, gently.

"What is it? Is something wrong?"

"Demi..."

"Yes?" She was growing alarmed.

"Demi, I came...last night. I orgasmed. Last night." She said, breathlessly.

"Yes," Chuckled the brunette. "And technically, well into this morning, actually. I believe I was there."

Dianna looked down at her, cupping her face. "Don't you see, Demi?"

The Latina furrowed her brows. "What am I missing, here, Cinderella?"

"I came! You made me come!" The blonde exploded with a bright smile. "You made me come, Demi, just you! You did that!"

"Well...I was there, yes. I remember. Were you expecting more people?"

Dianna shook her head. "No, silly! It's just...there were... No ropes. No restraints. No...hitting. Just you, and me. No insults...just...you and me."

Demi realized the magnitude of what her confession meant.

"Yes, Di. You and me...and love." And she leaned her head upward, and kissed the woman above her, who had tears of joy falling from her eyes.

Dianna pulled apart, tears falling, and hugged Demi, furiously.

"You..." She said breathlessly. "You sneaky, amazing, woman!" She pulled away, looking at her, fully. "I love you, Demi. You don't know what you've done for me, with your amazing soul. I love you! Love, with my whole heart."

Demi was tearing up, now.

"And you know what? Someday, I'm going to marry you."

XOXOXOXOX

"What?"

"What?" Santana replied.

"You've been giving me that shit eating grin, Sanny, for the last half-hour. So, what? Out with it, I'm supposed to go cut my cake...if you haven't killed my wife from alcohol poisoning, that is!" The freshly married Demi commented to her amused companion.

"Look, I'm the one that had to get an epipen injection earlier...I'm the one who suffered!" Insisted Santana.

"Well, you shouldn't have been drinking something you know you're allergic to, goof! Who's fault was that?"

"Dianna's. Look, I heard the story of how you two finally got together, and frankly, my ears were bleeding. So I had to have some type of anesthetic for the pain, and it was the only thing available in the wedding suite!"

Demi narrowed her eyes. "She did, did she?"

Santana laughed, evily. "She did."

"Well, I plead the fifth."

"As I always tell the accused at this juncture, you're entitled to tell your side of the story." Pulling up a chair, she sat, with great amusement. "Feel free to correct the record."

Demi rolled her eyes. "Well, you were there, Santana."

"I think I would remember my surrogate daughter having sex with crazy Quinn's crazy daughter's crazy ex, thank you very much."

Demi laughed. "All that, there? Unnecessary. You just did that to diss on Quinn."

"Yep." Grinned Santana, taking a swig of her Margarita. "And it felt good."

Demi shook her head, in disbelief. From the corner of her eye, she watched the older woman drink. "Sanny! That's a Margarita!"

"Yeah?"

"A Margarita!"

"What, you want me to pay for it? I already paid for this god damn reception, woman!"

"No, idiot! It has tequila in it!"

"Oh, that? Yeah, I know. Hair of the dog," She grinned, taking another drink and patting the chair next to her. "I saw the medics have another epipen in that set. Stop stalling. So, spill."

"Sometimes I believe the rumors that you are mentally insane are true, you know that?"

Santana shrugged.

Demi looked at her. "Well, if you must know, there I was...no shit...minding my own business at the L.A. Premiere of our movie. You know, the Shell Collector? I believe you have some familiarity with el producción de películas?"

"Si." Nodded Santana.

"That's where it all started..." Demi began, telling their story...their real story...of how they fell in love, their first time kissing, their first liaison, how she freaked out, and how Dianna waited, patiently. She told of how she finally accepted the love that would change her life, forever.

Santana listened, the entire time, rarely interrupting, with tears in her eyes at the end. Dianna had definitely given her the abbreviated version. "Damn, kid. That's just...damn."

"I know, right?" Demi smiled. "I love her, Santana. I love her, with my whole soul. I felt like ... I feel like...I don't know, like, I wasn't living, not really; not until my lips first touched hers. I just didn't know it, though."

"Then, I'm happy for you." She said, hugging Demi, tightly. "No one deserves love more than you do, with your big, gigantic heart."

Demi smiled. "Sanny, actually, everyone deserves love. Everyone." Standing up, she extended her arm to her beloved Sanny.

"You know, Sanny, my name "Demi" means half. But now, well, now I finally feel...whole."

That was it...the final blow that resulted in an impressive display of Lopez waterworks, and Santana was none to pleased about it. Wiping her eyes in an uncharacteristicallyunglamorous manner, she said "Okay, that was so fucking adorable. But baby, I really am... so, so happy for you."

Demi smiled. "That makes me glad. Now...come with me, let's go cut some cake."

The End