You're A Flirt, Get Over It

"Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi!"

It felt good to be back home. Well, back at the hotel, which had basically became Lea's home in recent times. Between filming, tours, conventions, signings, and everything else, Lea hadn't been back in New York in weeks. Her mom had so kindly agreed to take care of her kitten, and Lea definitely missed it. But as Finn once said, "The show must go… all over the place… or something." Thus she stood over the microwave of her hotel room, exercising her voice, warming up for late night practice sessions while heating up a TV dinner for herself and her Lady.

Dianna had insisted it was unnecessary and more than a little bit silly. Which, Lea, admittedly could see the argument for; they had no kitchen so how was she supposed to cook a meal? But where there was a will there was a way, and Lea refused to let go of their nightly ritual. Besides, even a microwave baked potato had to be healthier than the burgers the boys had hit the strip for.

"Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, m-"

Lips tugged upward at the sound of the door unlatching, Lea spinning on her heels, wavy brunette locks twirling behind her as she flashed that newfound smile directly at her best friend. "Hey, D!" she practically singsonged only for her voice to trail off and a pout to form at the look on Dianna's face, "What's wrong?" Her brow had scrunched up, concern taking over playfulness and she was already halfway across the apartment, reaching for the blonde's delicate hands.

"Everyone said I was the biggest flirt on the cast!"

Try as she might, Lea could not suppress the amused smile or stop the snort of laughter from escaping. That is what had Dianna so worked up? Ridiculous! Made more so by the simple fact that it was true.

"Oh my God, you agree with them?"

The level of offense intoning Dianna's voice was way too cute. And Lea was definitely enjoying it way too much. "D…" Crisis averted, Lea had returned to her position by the microwave, just in time for it to ping. Ignoring their meals for the time being, however, she turned her attention to the mini-fridge and pulled out a set of wine coolers. "You do realize you were flirting with me all day on set, right?" she asked, brow rising as she held one out to her roommate and crash buddy.

A quiet gasp escaped Dianna, more offense at the accusation. "I was not!" she exclaimed, taking steps forward and grabbing at the cooler.

"Oh really?" fired back the starlet, mirth sparkling across every feature, and a simple challenge in her voice.

Fingers toying with buttons on her overcoat, Dianna gently began to push the garment from her shoulders, drawing chocolate brown eyes to the careful arch and then up her pretty neck. "Yes, really!" she finally responded before grabbing at her wine cooler and taking a slow drink. "I have never flirted with you."

Lea barely fought the urge to laugh, eyes drawn to the way Dianna's lips wrapped around the head of her bottle. She was flirting right now. How could she not see that? "Okay then," Lea opened the microwave, pulling out the potatoes topped with beans and salsa. "So what do you call six 'you're so pretties' in a row, taking twice as long to get dressed than to strip down while I was in your trailer earlier, and the dance number we had to redo because you got too handsy with Rachel Berry? Poor, sweet, innocent Rachel Barbra Berry, Dianna!"

"That…" Dianna paused, mind working overtime to try and find an excuse, "Was not flirting!" She took another swig. "You always look beautiful, Lea, I was taking care not to rip Quinn's new outfit, and it was a dance number! I was dancing!"

"Dancing your way into my pants, it felt like." Lea's words were absolutely non-accusatory. In fact, just from her smile alone, it was obvious she welcomed and was encouraging Dianna's advances. The girl had always struggled with that kind of thing, and Lea understood why. Having been raised religious, too, the only thing separating her own open mind from Dianna's terrified one was the right kind of parents.

"What's for dinner?" Dianna finally asked, conveniently side stepping Lea's latest tease.

Still smiling, Lea's eyes didn't leave Dianna's luscious lips. "I was thinking beans and potato covered in salsa and a really bad movie before hitting up the script and songs for the next episode?" It might have seemed as if Dianna had gotten out, but Lea was far from finished with her bombshell of a bestie.


A few hours later and one movie had admittedly came to two, the wine coolers were now all depleted, and they were on a bottle of champagne ordered through room service. Drunk might not have been the word, but they certainly weren't sober. And Lea couldn't stop herself from grinning as Dianna cuddled close, breasts pressing into Lea's arm and her sweet-scented hair teasing her nose.

"Not flirting, huh?" she teased once more, smiling and resting her chin atop Dianna's crown, breathing in her intoxicating aroma.

"Seriously, what's flirting about this?" Offense continued to soak Dianna's tone but the blonde certainly made no movement, nestling closer if anything. "I'm cuddled up watching a movie with my best friend after a long day's work. We always do this…"

Turning to wrapping her spare arm around Dianna, she pulled the girl into her embrace. "And you're always flirting. That's the point." She could see Dianna's eyes roll and it was just too cute. She really took too much fun in teasing the blonde. Hell, she had too much fun being around the blonde in general.

"It's not flirting if it's platonic!" she insisted. "I think I'd know if I was flirting with you, Lea. You need to be sexually attracted to the other person, and I bat for the other team."

Okay, that probably wasn't the best thing for Lea to hear at that very moment. She'd be lying if she said her ego didn't take a hit at Dianna's words. But she'd be damned if she let it stay bruised. "So you're telling me you've never once thought about me like that?" She had pulled away now, her own seductive grin plastering her lips. "Not once?"

"W-Why does this even matter?" Dianna tried to argue, but it was no use. In fact, it was counterproductive. Avoiding the question only further urged on the ambitious brunette. Teeth found their way to Dianna's neck, nipping gently at the skin and causing the blonde to whine. She did eventually pull away – eventually - but it certainly wasn't quick enough to disprove her fellow actor.

"So, you're telling me that when I did that, and when I do, this," Teeth once more found Dianna, this time nibbling her at her ear lobe. "You don't feel anything at all?" If Dianna's hope was for Lea to lose interest, or at least to convince Lea she wasn't into it, the quiet hum that escaped and the crane of her neck before she realized just what she was doing and pulling was certainly not helping her cause. Lea grinned mischievously. "You're not answering my questions," she prodded helpfully.

"I-I just don't see what point you're trying to make…" Dianna desperately spouted, breathless even in Lea's few teasing nips. "You know I'm straight…"

Another nip, "I know you're a flirt," Another nip, "And I know you haven't once tried to move," Another nip, "And I know I want you…"

Had wine and champagne not been involved, Lea might have been a little more tempered. But as things stood, she was heated, drunk, and challenged. A bad combination for anyone let alone a sociopath with an at-present bruised ego.

Her words did finally spur movement from Dianna who attempted to slip away. "Well I don't want you getting the wrong idea, Lea…"

Attempted.

Lea grabbed at her waist and nipped at her shoulder, teeth easing down the strap of her tank top. "It's okay; I don't think I have got the wrong idea at all…" Teeth sunk deep into Dianna's shoulder, a long moan escaping both girls. Dianna's knees giving out and causing her to fall back onto the bed as Lea revelled in her situation. She had never once stopped wanting this…

Hands fiddle with the button on Dianna's jeans, even in spite of Dianna's own hands trying to stop them. Or at least wrapping around Lea's wrist and staying there. She knew for a fact Dianna had advantage enough to put an end to this, and so far words were the only things Dianna had actually tried to use. And they were failing her miserably. And Dianna didn't seem to mind too much at all.

Button unclasped, Lea's hand soon snaked beneath denim, a lusty smile forming as Lea swiped her tongue across her upper lip. Her best friend was wet, and as she pressed two fingers against Dianna's tight hole through the silk of her panties, her best friend was also moaning. Plying her tongue to Dianna's neck, she swiped it upward toward, biting once more at Dianna's earlobe before whispering. "Told you, you were a flirt…"

With that, Lea withdrew her hand, a string of Dianna's juices connecting her fingers together. Dianna looked demonstrably confused. Good. She needed the blonde questioning.

"I'm not a flirt..." Dianna replied, finally, after minutes of silence before rolling over and shutting her eyes huffily.

Even if it meant the next few days were going to be awkward as all hell. She could always blame it on the alcohol.