Why is life so hard for me? Why the hell between all the girls on this planet do I have to fall in love with one that is taken? And as if that wasn't enough, I have to see her every single day because she is none other than my best friend. Lea Michele Sarfati. I love her, I love her like I never loved anyone in my whole life. I'm already 29 so I'm old enough to at least have a girlfriend, right? There are many girls that I like who I think they kind of like me back, but I can't have with them more than just one date because of her. Because every time I start having a little crush on someone, I remember that they're not Lea. They're not that girl who I work at Glee with, neither that girl who moves my world.

Now we're here, in Toronto, my homeland. We have been on tour since some weeks ago, after we finished filming Season 2. I should be happy, now that Rachel and Finn came back together in the last episode and we had to film those two kisses over and over again. However, I'm pretty sure she doesn't feel anything when we have to share a kiss. I do. I know it's totally unprofessional from me, but pressing my lips on hers take me to another galaxy. I'm just so in love that my feelings may sound plain pathetic.

After two of our shows here, we have finally come back to the hotel. I love going on tour, we have the most amazing fans ever and they make all of us feel that all our hard work is worth it. Of course, I also love singing with Lea. I sometimes wonder if she knows, if anyone knows, about the way I feel for her. I have managed to say in the interviews I am asked about our relationship, that we're not more than friends. The worst thing is that I'm not lying because she has that boyfriend of hers who stops me from confessing my feelings. Damn Theo Stockman.

Laying on my bed, staring at the roof, someone suddenly knocks on my door. Shit, who is it? I am just so tired, trying to get a sleep - but as usual I can't stop thinking about Lea -, and I have to get up! After yawning a little bit, I finally leave that comfortable bed and walk up to the door.

- Who is it? – I ask before opening.

- It's me, Lea! – she says enthusiastically. One of the things I love about her – apart from… everything – is that she's always full of energy.

As soon as I heard her voice from behind the door I started smiling unconsciously, then I opened the door to welcome her. She doesn't seem to care about it very much, as she gets inside my room quickly.

- Cory, are you busy?

For you I'll never be busy…

- No, I was doing nothing. – I answer as I close the door. - Is everything okay?

- Yeah, it's just… Last time I was here was 15 years ago, you're my Canadian boy so… Would you like to go with me downtown? I know it's late and you're probably tired but you know how much I enjoy city tours.

I couldn't help but smile at her, how wouldn't I agree to such an offer? How wouldn't I agree to spend some time with her? What kind of dumb would I be to resist to that face?

- I thought you'd never ask.