"Lea, this is your fiftieth pair of heels, I swear."
The tall Canadian was crouched down inside the walk-in closet, moving yet another pair of patterned pumps out of his way. This tie was a lost cause.
"Hey hey hey!" A short brunette woman appeared at the doorway and let her dark eyes wander to the backside of Cory's dark-washed jeans before moving in to rub his back. "Stop throwing my shoes around. I have them in order."
The drummer sighed and glanced over to his girlfriend. "I don't think it's in here. I'll see if Justin has a red one I can borrow."
"It's definitely in here." Lea replied, looking around the neat and organized storage space. "I swear after I found it in the bed I hung it up to give it back to you..." Pulling open her drawer of panties and thongs, the little actress rummaged through before moving to her sock drawer.
Cory stood up and reached for the top shelf, pulling down a box and opening the lid. Papers neatly stacked filled the cardboard and he flipped through them carefully, certificate after certificate praising Lea Michele. At the bottom of the stack hid a tiny leather journal with its owner's named inscribed in dainty cursive letters. "What's this?"
"That..." Lea announced, snatching the little notebook away. "Is private."
"What, is it your diary?" Cory smirked. "Am I in there?"
The Broadway starlet rolled her eyes in annoyance. "No, it's not a diary. It's a journal, I write in it every once in a while if I don't feel like talking."
"Oh so it's empty!"
That earned him a glare before the petite girlfriend grabbed the box out of his hands and stuffed the journal back inside. "I hardly use it, I'm way to busy. Besides it's none of your business. Put it back up there please."
Cory did as he was told, sliding the box back up onto the shelf that was to high for her to reach and watched Lea dig through her drawer with intense determination. "Where the hell did I put that?" She spouted in frustration, her lips pursing in distress. She always did this when she was flustered and Cory had learned that no matter the severity of the situation (thank God it was just a missing tie), it was in both of their best interest to just reassure her that it was all going to be fine. Calm her down.
"Hey, it's fine. I'll just ask Justin to borrow his. Like I said. I really should buy another red tie anyways, I have like a billion of every other color." Cory wrapped his arms around the woman, massaging circles into her back as she looked up at him. "I don't have to be at the press conference for another two hours..."
"But you have to get ready..."
"It doesn't take me that long..." Cory shrugged, grinning down at Lea. She beamed at him and walked her fingers up his chest. "That's why you're always late to the Red Carpet. ..."
"Aaahhh...Yeah." The tall man laughed and let out a small grunt as the little Sarfati hopped into his arms. "Alrighty, babe..." He pecked her pretty lips and she wrinkled her nose before he carried her off to the bedroom.