ACHELE FICTION - Lea is straight; Dianna is out-and-proud. They are best friends; but after Lea is ignored by Dianna, while she is in Vegas for a week, Lea begins to question their relationship…especially when what happens in Vegas, doesn't stay in Vegas. PAIRINGS: Lea/Theo, Dianna/OC, Lea/Dianna. RATED M for future chapters.

This story will mainly be written through Lea's point of view, though it may change, if need be. I also take kindly to ideas, suggestions, and critiques, so if you feel the need to, go ahead and leave a comment! Now, without further ado…

What Happens in Vegas… (Chapter 1: My Heart Had an Orgasm)

I've been trying to keep my body still for the past ten minutes, but my excitement is far too overwhelming to contain.

"Do you have to use the restroom, Lea?"

"No, Theo, my bladder does not need empting."

"Then why are you fidgeting so much…it's annoying."

"I am just anxious to see Dianna, she's been gone a whole week; and if my leg shaking is so irritating then you should remove your hand from my knee." I say, pushing his clammy hand away.

"A week is only seven days, Lea! I've been gone for months, at a time, and you never looked this excited to see me." He responds, clearly angry and jealous.

I roll my eyes when I see him staring at me, as I keep my head straight, looking at the café entrance. "Theo, maybe if you made more of an effort to keep in touch, while we are apart, then maybe I would remember to miss you."

"Oh please! Whatever happened to absence makes the heart grow fonder?"

At this statement, I turn to face him, determined to give him a piece of my mind. "That expression, believe it or not, has its exceptions, Theo." I roll my eyes, once more, and look at my shaking hands. "And if you are implying that missing my best friend, while she parties it up in Vegas for a whole, entire week, and who only text me once, probably because she's too busy exploring the freedom of her open sexuality with random hook-ups with random women, is absurd…then color me odd! I mean, how can she leave me for a whole week? A whole week! I'm not used to going one day without speaking with her, let alone seven. She knows this! She's my best friend; and she just let me toss and turn all seven nights wondering about her, stressing out, checking my phone every five minutes, willing it to display some kind of message or call from her. It wasn't until I checked her Tumblr page that I knew she was at least alive and breathing! Can you believe that? I had to surf the web to get a life signal from her! Oh, and that's not even the kicker; she was sight-seeing! Yeah, photos of bright neon-colored signs and busy streets filled her Tumblr, and not one of her! I know she doesn't like taking photos of herself, but it didn't even cross her mind that since she was denying me any form of written or spoken communication, she at least should have the courtesy to text me a picture message of herself, or at least post one amongst the others flooding her page! Just one simple photo of her smiling, while posing with a fan or with some trinket she found interesting; even a photo of a building, partially blocked by one of her slender fingers would have been a huge relief. I mean, seriously, what could she have possibly been so busy doing that she couldn't call and say hi? Maybe she was too occupied with the craziness that is Vegas. Oh god, I bet she even attended one of those ridiculous Gentlemen's Clubs, where topless girls strut about serving overly-priced drinks and shoving their assets in the faces of generous tippers; and I'll have you know, Dianna is a very generous tipper. More often than not, she tips waiters, at least, twice the expected or sensible amount. Gosh, I could just imagine those disgusting women taking advantage of her! I have to remember to tell her not to spend her money so foolishly, at least not on topless women! I swear, Di can be so gulli-"

"Lea!" The boy's voice is loud.

I lift my forehead from my palms, I notice my skin is flushed and a very light sweat has broken out, just below my hairline. My eyes make contact with Theo and…Oh my…Even in simple street clothes, Dianna looks absolutely stunning. I hold my gaze with the perplexed blonde, who I realize is still standing and is joined by a brunette, who links their arms together. My heart pounds, impossibly loud; who is this girl claiming Dianna? I look back to the beautiful blonde for an answer, as if she could read my mind, but she cutely tilts her head and looks horrifyingly embarrassed.

My idiocy finally takes responsibility for the awkward moment. How long has she been standing there? Did she hear me ranting?…"Oh my god! Dianna, I didn't mean for you to hear that! I mean, I didn't mean what I said! I was just rambling, making stupid assumptions; I'm so sorry, that's not how I think of you, not at all!" I am panicking. I can feel my blood rushing to my face; I am light-headed. I try to focus on Dianna's eyes, but she is staring at the empty chairs across me and…"Theo, stop it! I'm fine; I just need…I nee- I nee-…" I stop trying to speak once she is next to me, her right hand on my upper back and her left holding a glass of water to my mouth, as I drink, allowing the coldness, and the sweetness that is Dianna, calm me down. I close my eyes for a blissful second, only to internally curse when her touch is lifted, as she and the mystery girl sit in the two empty chairs across from me and…

"Theo! I told you, I'm okay." I shrink away from his overly rough hands, for the second time.

I see Dianna look at the rejected boy, as if she is trying to send him a sincere apology via her beautiful hazel eyes. God! She probably heard me go on and on about her, during my psychotic rant, and must feel guilty for being the reason I was so caught up, obviously ignoring everything, and everyone, around me…especially Theo. Great, now she knows how obsessed I am.

"Lea, I really am sorry I didn't text or call you, while I was away...I really tried, but I was either busy or trying to catch up on sleep."

I want to crawl under a rock and die. Too dramatic? Considering the circumstance? No. I feel like such a complete ass; of course Di was busy taking care of business the entire time. She is always about work, work, and work. Very few people are as dedicated as she is to the charities and fan events she goes to; and here I have her apologizing for the hard work she has done, just because I'm acting like a selfish, manic Agron-addict going through withdrawals.

"Di, please don't apologize. I'm sorry; I know you were busy working. I just missed you so much…I guess, I was losing my mind without my little lamb." I explain, finding it hard to suppress the pout offending my face.

"I missed you too, Lea."

My heart immediately lightens, aimlessly floating around in my chest. Quick someone slap me! I am truly baffled at how one simple statement could affect me so greatly. I smile when she does; it is a special moment we share, so we both revel in it.

"Ahem…"

"Oh, right! Uh, yeah…Well, this is Eva," Dianna manages to say.

"Hi, I'm Theo," he says as he shakes the woman's hand.

I don't let my eyes leave Dianna's, which are now shifting around, avoiding mine. A hard elbow to my ribs tears me away from the hazel orbs. I glare at Theo before looking at the woman and holding out my hand, with an unpracticed, polite smile on my face, "It is nice to meet you…Eva."

"It's nice to meet you two, as well. Dianna has spoken highly of you both."

I move my gaze to the mentioned blonde, and she smiles sheepishly at Theo and I.

"I'm sorry, but Dianna has never spoken of you…How long have you known her?" I ask, trying to pass off my raging curiosity for something like friendly conversation.

The woman giggles in response, "Oh, I would hope she hasn't mentioned me before! Otherwise she would be a psychic! You see, I only just met her, a few days ago, in Vegas. I was actually there on vacation, hoping to win big!" Her smile emphasizes the last word she spoke. "And I guess, I did! I mean, I found her!" Her voice makes me want to vomit. "Really, it was fate how we met; we were literally pushed together by a crowd that gathered around a street performer. I was desperately trying to get a better look, while Dianna was taking photos with her camera, when everyone was pushing and shoving to get closer and suddenly, we're pressed together like magnets!" Her excitement is intimidating, considering that she's speaking as if she is sharing a "how we met speech" at her and Dianna's future wedding. I cannot help, but become annoyed. I look at Dianna, whose left hand has been taken hostage between the other woman's. The look on my best friend's face is amusing; she keeps glancing at me, because she knows that I am trying to reel in my frustration. She knows I'm beyond angry, by the fact that she was too busy to text or call me, yet she had all the time in the world to get to know this…this…

"So after about two minutes, which really felt like forever, yet somehow too short, we were disconnected and she immediately started apologizing, like it was her fault!" The giggling sounds like it is echoing around me. "And even though it wasn't, I told her she can make it up to me, by showing me the photos she took, while we grab a coffee. She was very sweet and even chivalrous!" The giddy girl presses her mouth to Dianna's ear and kisses it, as the blonde's cheeks and the tips of her ears turn red. I feel myself mirror her shade of complexion from all the heated blood boiling inside me. This…this…bitch. My eyes nearly pop out of my head, at hearing myself mentally insult the girl. I have no right; I barely met her and I am already calling her names. This is completely out of my character, I am never this harsh, nor do I ever get this upset.

"Lea!"

"I'm sorry! What happened?" I ask embarrassed that I have been caught being inattentive, twice already.

"Eva was asking you if you've ever been to Vegas," says an exasperated Theo.

"Oh…Well, no, I haven't, but not from lack of interest. I was actually supposed to go with Dianna, but Ryan didn't want us to, being that, as you may know, Dianna has recently opened up about her sexuality…" I shift my eyes to stare into the blonde's. She looks confused, clearly missing her cue, so I give her the go-ahead nod and she finally clues in.

"Right! Yeah, I came out a month or so ago and our director doesn't want me to be seen dating women, at least not until my contract is up."

"Wait, what?" I blurt. "You never told me he said that! Dianna, he has no right to forbid you to date! I thought that he didn't want me to go with you because of all those rumors about us, not because he didn't want you to date!" I am furious, completely mad, seeing red.

"Lea, you are right about his reasoning behind wanting me to go alone, but you misheard me. I said he doesn't want me to be seen dating. I am free to date, just as long as it's not…obvious."

At her explanation, I begin to calm down, but my insides are still burning. I cannot shake the fact that if I was allowed to go with her to Vegas, she wouldn't have met this…Ugh, damn it, Lea, stop referring to her like that! She is not a bitch…at least, not that you can tell, so far. Still, she is bothersome and my anger is continuously being fanned by my own jealousy. I mean, if Dianna isn't supposed to be seen dating women then why is she letting this…girl…put her mouth and hands all over her. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating the flirting between them, but I know Dianna and she isn't big on PDA, yet she is letting herself be eye-fucked by this Eva chick.

"Lea?..."

Shit, what is wrong with me? This is the third time! "I get it, Di." Except I don't. I don't get it. I don't understand. Something is dangerously disturbing about my behavior, my thought process, my words, my everything. Seriously! I am supposed to be enjoying dinner with my boyfriend, for heaven's sake, while I catch up with my best friend, whether or not she brings along a friend, a girlfriend, a fuck-buddy, a dog, a hobo, whatever. I should be smiling and laughing and over the moon with joy, but I'm not. I feel miserable, deflated, and completely destroyed. I am broken.

"So, are you two dating, but not…obviously?"

I quickly stick my elbow into Theo's side. "That's their personal business; they are in no way obliged to answer that," I scold, praying that they take the hint and, in fact, do not answer his intrusive question.

"I guess, you can say that," Dianna answers in a low…very low voice, as she looks down into her lap. I cannot tell if she is being shy or if my hopes are letting me imagine that she is not entirely happy about it. My hopes are smacked away, as Eva smacks Dianna on her arm, playfully. "Don't be shy! Or I'll just have to eat you up, because you are way too cute for your own good when you act shy!" Eva teases and lightly flutters her fingers over Dianna's t-shirt covered ribs.

I want to smack her. Please, God, please bestow the power of time control upon me; and let me freeze this moment, so I can smack the happy-go-lucky, lovey-dovey, touchy-feely, crap out of this woman. I see my hands are now tight clenched fists. I hear Dianna's "please don't tickle me laugh" and one of her adorably dorky trademark snorts. I close my eyes, trying to transport myself into another dimension, one that is far away, but Theo's heavy hand is holding me down. His fingers are awkwardly intertwined with mine and I can feel him staring at me. Gosh! Am I that obvious? I open my eyes and catch his slightly angry, slightly confused, slightly worried, slightly saddened face. I am a jerk…No, I am an asshole. I turn and look across at Dianna, whose ear is being molested by Eva's private whispers. How rude! Hasn't anyone ever taught her proper table manners? I furrow my brows, tighten my jaw, and huff, ready to interrupt the woman, but Theo senses my impending outburst and intervenes for me.

"Could you excuse us for a moment?"

"Sure, Theo!" Eva answers, almost a little too quickly and happily. I don't want to be excused. Why should I? So, this bimbo can continue molesting Dianna? I don't think so.

"Actually, Theo…I think I would like Dianna to come with me…" I smirk at the innuendo, "…I don't need my boyfriend escorting me to the restroom." Nice cover, Lea! I mentally pat myself on the back.

"Sure! No problem, Lea!" Dianna nearly shouts.

I cannot help, but flash a huge smile across my face when she eagerly slips out of Eva's grip; and I have to fake cough to hide my laugh when Eva looks shocked at how quickly the blonde gets up to stand beside me. I am almost tempted to give her a bitchy "ha ha, she's coming with me," but that is very childish…even for me, and I'm acting like I'm Dianna's crazy, jealous teenage girlfriend, so that says a lot. Instead, I grab my best friend's hand and pull her away from our angry significant others. She is trying to keep up with me, as I drag her past the restroom.

"Lea, wait, the restroo-"

"We're going outside," I order, not leaving any room for argument.

"What? Why? I thought you had to-"

I push her against the brick wall that serves as the side of the isolated café. "Shut up, Di…" I have to stop myself from leaning in and kissing her confused face…Oh my god, what is wrong with me? I quickly back away, lifting my body away from hers, but I cannot will myself to let go of her shirt. She looks terrified, like she thinks I'm about to kick her ass. I want to; I want to so badly. I want to kick her avoidant little ass for leaving me, for quite possibly the world's longest week ever. I want to kick her sneaky little ass for hiding the fact that she has a girlfriend from me, only to spring it on me, not caring how I feel about it. I want to kick her submissive little ass for letting that…that…that…Eva…molest her without a fight. I want to kick her adorable little ass for making me so, so, so unbelievably furious at her and making me so impossibly mad with jealousy, and for making me want to collide with her…I'm talking a full body collision, limbs wrapped up, tongues melting into each other, hearts desperately trying to burst from our chests so they can be spasmodic together and maybe their rhythms can compose an orchestra, as whatever is left of our separate bodies mesh into one…I want, so badly, to kick her addictive little ass for making me feel like this. This is a feeling from another world. I never felt this overwhelmed. Ugh, Di! Please stop looking so endearing! My fists are still clenching the fabric over her abdomen; her hitched breaths are visible in the night air, while it seems I have stopped breathing, completely. I exhale loudly, letting my heavy sigh slide into a groan, as I press my fists into her stomach. Her muscles are quivering; I need to stop! I need to pull away, but I can't. I push my knuckles harder into her, letting my weight force her back against the wall. She closes her eyes, not in pain, not in pleasure, but in a pleasurable pain. I love it; I want to make her close her eyes like this every night…I need to. I lean in and let the tip of my nose graze her jaw line; I hear her gulp and feel her stomach tighten and quiver all over again.

"I missed you so much, Di…" I kiss her cheek and let my lips quietly linger on her smooth skin.

"Uh huh!"

I smile at her flustered response; she is so adorable. I wonder if she knows it, I mean realllllly knows it. From what I remember, she has always been charming, innocently so. It almost hurts how easily she can make me swoon, and be so clueless about it. If only she knew…

"L-Lea?..."

"Hmm?"

"What are we doing?"

"I don't know…but I need this. I need this more than anything." If it is even possible, I swear, the second Dianna held me ever so lovingly, my heart had an orgasm.