"Have you guys made plans for our New York stop?" Heather asks us thoughtfully while sizing up the next bite of her giant triple scoop cookie dough ice cream waffle cone.

I look down at our joined hands – tan and cream never contrasted each other so perfectly – and rub my thumb across my lady's knuckles in adoration.

"Of course! With that crazy schedule they're setting up for us, we had to."

"Yeah and Edith would kill me if we have dinner with her," Dianna said with a sparkle in her eyes.

"I honestly think she looks forward to seeing you more than me these days. It's always 'How's Dianna?' 'I hope you're taking Dianna out once in a while,' blah blah Dianna blah. And I'm like, 'Hello? I'm your daughter, you know. Would it kill you to ask how I'm doing for once?'"

Dianna looks at me lovingly and shrugs her shoulders playfully. "What can I say? She loves me better. It's not my fault I'm so lovable. Maybe she'll finally take me up on a game of nurse," she says as she wriggles her eyebrows for emphasis.

"Gross!" Heather shouts. "I'm pretty sure that's illegal somewhere and if it's not, it should be."

"You're damn right it should be!" I agree.

"Ok ok. I give up," Dianna surrenders with both hands in the air.

"I thought so," I say as I lean in, grab both of her cheeks in my hands, and kiss her roughly.

You're all mine.

"So, what are you guys gonna do?" Heather asks, bringing us back to the topic at hand.

"Weee," Dianna drawls out never breaking eye contact with me, "plan on visiting some friends, Lea's family, ordering in, renting a movie and not watching it."

"Niiiice!" Heather says with a smirk.

"Waaaan-kyyyy," Naya says as she rounds the corner. "Don't forget to hang the 'Do not disturb' sign."

"Yeah! If this boat's a rockin' don't come a-knockin'." Heather eggs on.

"We're all 'tied up' at the moment," Naya adds.

"Stay out! We're having sex!" Heather finishes holding her stomach and laughing hysterically.

"Uhh, I don't think they have signs that say that, sweetie," Naya chimes in.

Heather wipes away the tears in her eyes. "Why not? Maybe I should make my own. There's no need to be all coy about it. I mean, that's pretty much what that sign means anyway, so why not be blunt?"

Naya shakes heard head unbelievingly. "Maybe to make us single people not feel so bad?"

Heather pouts her lips exaggeratedly. "Aww, well I'll stay with you next time if you'd like some company," she states not so coyly.

Dianna clears her throat after watching a lightning quick new game of eye sex. "Just don't go into graphic detail, ok? Anyway, there must be some meeting we're needed at right now, so we'll just leave you two to it."

Naya knocks her head back clearing the tears from her eyes. "Admit it. You can't handle hearing how sexy we'd be, making your guys' sex life seem like plain Jane vanilla."

"Vanilla?" I challenge back. "Oh, sweetie, no. See you've got us all wrong. I mean, Heather knows. She's looked into my nightstand before and she hasn't even seen my dresser! And my favorite shade of lipstick I don't like to share… well guess what, it's not really lip– "

Dianna quickly clamps her hand over my mouth. "OKAY!" She says too loudly. "I think they get the point, Lea."

I peek my tongue out to lick her palm and she quickly releases.

"Oh, gross! What are you, five?" she exclaims loudly, wiping her hand on her skirt.

"Bye ladies. You have a wonderful evening," I say with a wink over their bubbling laughter.

May 21, 2011

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask staring into sparkling hazel eyes backstage as we wait to resurface for our last segment.

Of course there are butterflies in my stomach, it's our very first tour performance, but this has me beyond nervous. It's been so long since we've done this before, and there are so many new steps, outfits, and stage cues in comparison to our ordinary show, but we've rehearsed so hard for this to be perfect. I don't want to do anything that will detract from the night's performance overall. Keeping this song in from our first tour, and the fact that it's Di's favorite Queen song, it has a certain sentimental value that we'd like to keep special, just between the two of us.

"I'm positive," she responds without hesitation.

God, I want to kiss her so badly right now. Not like a makeout kiss or anything, but something gentle and loving, like on the back of her hand or cheek. She couldn't be more perfect and I couldn't be more proud.

I hear our cue as the few of us in the wings prepare to make our final appearance. It's time for my show face. As soon as I'm back on stage ready for Cory's first note, the butterflies are gone because this feels so right.

"Caaaaaannn"

"A-ny-bo-dy, find me, somebody to love."

DPOV

"Need somebody to love. Need somebody to love."

I'm so excited. Lea's done marvelously. We all have. And in a few seconds, I'll be able to show her and share some of my excitement with her.

Cross left next to Chord.

Step back and Lea steps forward. Go Amber.

This is it, now or never. I reach for her hand and she's reaching back for me. We find each other and squeeze the reassurance and excitement we have for finishing our first show to one of my favorite songs.

"Somebody to, loo-oo-oo-ooove."

Our eyes don't meet, but they don't have to. We squeeze each other's hand ever so lightly three times.

I. Love. You.

And I can't help but smile because I have found my somebody to love.

Fireworks!

"Somebody find meee, oh, somebody find meeee."

And just like that, it's over. Lea's singing and smiling right at me, but if I don't let go I'll miss my steps. So I squeeze one final time, turn out to my left, and take my place on the steps, swaying in the background, waiting to hug everyone for knocking out our first show.

June 11, 2011

I don't know how to describe it, really. This tour is so different to me. It touches me in a whole new way. But why? It must be because our characters are growing up, and even though the plots can get pretty out of hand, we're also maturing and finding ourselves. Well… my character still has some growing up to do, but that's not my fault.

Still, the whole gay story line with Chris and Darren has been so touching and brave. I mean, for a mainstream show to tell kids it's okay to be different and that there's nothing you can do to change it or that you did wrong because you were born that way, is just great.

Every time we go out to meet the fans and sign whatever it is they think a Sharpie will stick to, I meet them and hear their stories. At first I was taken aback by their raw emotions and courage to spill their hardships to a perfect stranger, but then I realized that they trusted me. They connected with us as one of them, an outsider trying to make it in this world. And when it comes down to it, aren't we all a little different?

But they don't know that. They don't know about Lea and I and our struggles. They can suspect, but they'll never know know. You know?

Well, I wanted to do something for them and really, for me. It's taken me a long time to get here – to trust and believe in myself. I hate hiding some of the best parts of me and as long as Lea stands beside me 100% of the way, then I'll be okay.

"Wow. It looks better on you than I thought," says Lea while rolling up my sleeves.

"I like it, too," I answer. "Short and sweet and to the point."

"Ok, but I'm not gonna lie, seeing it on you makes you look crazy confident. And confidence is very becoming of you, Ms. Agron."

Ms. Agron? She only calls me that when she's horn–. Ohhhh.

"Then I guess I'll have to wear it to bed tonight," I say back with a wink.

"Oh trust me. You won't be wearing anything to bed tonight," Lea responds seriously. Lustfully.

The rest of the cast joins us backstage, lining up on our respective sides on the stairs.

"You look wicked badass right now," Mark said.

"Totally. I think it's really cool, Di," added Chord.

"Own it girl," said Chris with a snap.

"Seriously, Di. That's awesome. Now if only I had thought of it," Naya laughs.

"Or if only they'd actually let us kiss!" chimes Heather.

"Baller," Jenna says simply.

"And hot. You guys can't forget hot!" Lea says lastly.

I can't help but smile at everyone's enthusiasm. Of course I didn't tell the wardrobe people or Ryan, but I figure I can deal with that later. It's the message that's the most important.

I'm shaking myself out trying to psych myself up. It's now or never. I'm doing this for my fans. I'm doing this for myself. I'm doing this for her. Whether they get it or not, doesn't matter. I want to show Lea that I literally will shout it from the rooftops.

And there's our cue.

My feet take to the stairs and as soon as my head pops out from under the stage, the crowd raises in volume, but it's not until they see my shirt, no Lucy Caboosey today, that they really go wild.

LIKES GIRLS

Well, loves one girl, but they weren't selling LOVES LEA shirts out front.

Truth.

This shirt is really a testament to how far I've come, how far we've come. Lea and I were strangers, then friends, then roommates, then something more, then girlfriends, then something less, and now girlfriends again. I don't care what her title is as long as I get to call her mine.

We may not be perfect, nor have the ideal life having to pretend we're only best friends, but it's ours. Together. And losing myself, finding her, and letting go… well, that's the best decision I've ever made.

A/N: Ah! That's it! I wish I could have ended it on a bigger bang, but I wanted to let them go on a happy note and not have to deal with all of the post-shirt scandal. Thank you all for reading my first fic and having patience with me! It was a lot of fun.

I do have an idea for a multi-fic faberry story, but I'd like to have 2 betas work with me for both grammar and content/story. I don't really know how to go about finding betas, so I thought I'd throw that out here. If you're interested, PM me. I'd like someone who is willing to work as a team, not just a human spellchecker.

Also, keep an eye out for random one-shots that pop in the old noggin'.