Between the Lines
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Achele/Faberry. It is very different for me than writing Heya/Brittana, but I was inspired by the song, "Between the Lines" by the amazingly awesome Sara Bareilles. The lyrics of the song struck such a chord with me; I think that everyone can relate to this song. I was caught off guard that the first person I thought of for this story was Quinn/Dianna. So, here it goes. I highly suggest you look up this song on Spotify or YouTube to get a sense of where this story will lead. I tend to write close to reality, in terms of both the characters as well as the actors. I hope that you will entertain this foray into something new and exciting for me.
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no association with the TV show Glee, nor Dianna Agron and Lea Michele, unfortunately. All these words are mine and mine alone.
Rating: PG-13, for now, maybe?
I sat on the window sill, watching the rain fall down in Los Angeles. It's a funny thing, actually- observing how Angelenos react to the rain. It's as if the rain turns on some switch and utter chaos ensues. The weather people act as if the rain is this major weather phenomenon. The newscasters issue their warnings of possible delays and accidents due to the trickle of water from the sky above. However, I guess these things are rare in sunny Southern California. There was a song written about it I think. Oh yes; "It never rains in Southern California..." Well, I guess if you are not used to dealing with rain, then it would be strange. However, I always sought the solace that rain would bring. Maybe it was because I did not grow up here; the rain always made me remember home. It brought me moments of introspection, where I could sit for awhile and just be. Considering how chaotic my life had become, I needed this day.
I took a sip from my steaming mug of chamomille tea and adjusted the afghan around my feet. I closed my eyes and just breathed in the moment. As surely as I the heard the rain pelt the window, a memory of us came rushing back to me. I could feel my body tense up and whince in physical pain. It was as if this defense mechanism could stop this impending memory from washing over me. It hurt to remember. I breathed through it, feeling my heartbeat slow down. I wanted to remember because it was all i had left. I knew I could take the pain, because this hurt also brought me the warmth and comfort I yearned for. It made me remember that what we had was real, if ever for a brief, fleeting moment.
We where right here, where I now sit alone. It was a cozy, rainy night in L.A. and we were reading our scripts, running lines. You sat at the other end, so our legs where tangled underneath the afghan. Our toes touched briefly and we both looked up and smiled at each other, before you started to speak your dialogue again.
I don't even remember which scene it was, but I do remember you stopping in mid-sentence to vent.
Babe, I hate that Ryan keeps cutting out all of the scenes that Brad writes for us. I mean, does he not get it?! He is gay after all, she exclaims, exasperated.
Lea, you know that I agree with you. I guess that Ryan thinks the quota of lesbians is filled by Santana and Brittany.
Well, Brittany isn't even gay! I think. Maybe she's bisexual? I am going to call Hemo up right now and ask her what she thinks Britt is. I mean she should know, after all.
Hush, babygirl. Do you realize what time it is? I bet her and Nay are sound asleep.
I saw her grab her iPhone, unlock it, then frown.
Well, I will just have to ask her in the morning. This is important, Di.
I know, babe, I know. The first scene for tomorrow is Unholy Trinity, so you will get to ask her then, k?
With that, Lea turned back to her script, playing footies with me underneath the stealth warmth of my blanket.
Lea's enthusiam always excited me. Her drive for perfection; her ambition to be the best. She really did have a lot of Rachel Berry's qualities. And I guess, I do have some of Quinn's personality traits, as well. But, this whole "ship" of some underlying, unspoken thing between Queen Bee Quinn Fabray and Star-in-the-making Rachel Berry caught all of us off guard.
In hindsight, I can see what the fans saw. I can see it now. But, in the moment, we were in our own, little Glee bubble. Cranking out these episodes in relative anonimity, wondering if anyone would care about a TV show centered around misfits in a showchoir. Flash forward to a year later. I am sitting here with Lea, my lover, running lines on the surprise smash of the season. I understood where this passion was coming from because I felt it, too. She was so protective of them because she felt that, albeit short-sighted, they where a reflection of us. Well, I guess I cannot blame her. It was what brought us together, where we are at this very moment. Just as Brittana had brought Heather and Naya together.
I looked up and saw her nodding off. I entangled our limbs slowly and got up from the window seat. I took that strand of hair that always fell in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear.
Baby...
Hmmm.
Come on. Let's get to bed. We both have early call times.
But, we need to get this scene right.
We will but we need to get some sleep too.
You are always, right, aren't you, Dianna.
Not always, but, yes, most of the time.
She gave me that genuine smile that melted my heart.
With that, she leaned in and gave a sweet, gentle kiss.
I kissed her back, matching the gentleness I had received. I took her hand and let her to my bed. We slept in a peaceful bliss, until Lea's iPhone awoke us 5 hours later.
