A/N: Hey hey! So I originally intended for this to be a oneshot showing Dianna's return and a budding romance with Chord, but the lovely reviews I got just made me want to further the story. So without further ado, here's chapter 2 of Reunion!


She wasn't sure where exactly she and Chord stood now.

They shared a scene, lost themselves in it, and revealed to each other the extent of both their feelings. After that, a steamy makeout session in her trailer. The makeouts continued throughout the filming days and they both tried their best to keep their hands off each other while their castmates were around, though many of them suspected, if not knew, of their little... get togethers.

But at the end of the filming, Dianna's agent had told her that she had to be in New York for an interview and photoshoot for a magazine. Chord, on the other hand, had to return to Tennessee to visit his family. It got her thinking: now that they were going to be separated and miles away from one another, would they still continue to feel the longing for one another? Or had the feelings she felt that first day playing Sam and Quinn just a spur-of-the-moment thing?

Her thoughts were interrupted when two strong arms encircled her slim waist, "What'cha thinkin' about, beautiful?" Hearing that it was just Chord, she relaxed and allowed herself to lay back into his chest.

"Everyone's here, sure you wanna be doing this in front of them?" She asked and raised an eyebrow in a very Quinn-like manner. Despite what he said, Dianna didn't want to disentangle herself from him, finding that his warm chest was an excellent pillow for her head. And also, she loved to be held by him, it made her feel protected and safe.

"Eh, many of em' already know what we're up to, if not they're pretty darn blind." And with saying that, Chord clutched her closer to him and nuzzled his nose into her neck, his stubble prickling her skin, just how he knew she liked it. And turned her on.

Dianna let out a soft moan of pleasure, and desire shot to Chord's pants. She took a quick look around. Luckily, they were in a corner and everyone else was focusing on the Klaine scene and didn't notice the small exchange going on between them. She whipped around then, and planted a mind-blowing kiss right onto his lips. He furthered it, and his hands drifted down to grip her ass, enticing another moan from her.

Dianna pulled away then, and Chord was happy to see that she was visibly flustered, her cheeks a deep shade of scarlet, breathing slightly labored and chest heaving, "As much as I would love to do this," she pointed between them, "We can't. There's too many people here and-" She was cut off by his lips clashing against hers again, and couldn't help but melt into him once again.

He pulled away this time, grinning as he saw her pout slightly, "Then let's go somewhere more..." Chord leaned down to her ear and breathed huskily in his sexiest voice, "private."

Dianna knew she was a goner when he used the voice against her. He knew she loved it. Damn him.

She seemed to contemplate what to do next, then her eyes became teasing, and a smirk emerged, "My trailer. Ten minutes." Then she stepped even closer to him, and tip-toed to run her tongue along the outline of his earlobe. And she whispered, "Tops optional."

Chord almost turned pale from the lack of blood in his brain being pumped to other.. extremities.


The distance apart was hard.

It'd been three weeks since they last saw each other. He had left her that day with a kiss on the cheek, the real goodbye kisses having been exchanged in their trailers. Also, everyone was there to say goodbye to one another, so they couldn't exactly do as they wanted.

Things were still uncertain for the both of them. Dianna felt that their short but passionate encounters were fuelled by loneliness, she not having time for anyone significant, and he having been single for a long time now, ever since that Emma girl. But there was a part of her that longed to feel his touch again, yearned for the tips of his long fingers gliding over her skin, setting it aflame and igniting a passion in her she never knew she had. There was something about him that appealed to her, and it wasn't just his looks. He was kind, loving and gentle. Everything he did, he always considered how others would react to it before executing it. The dependability she saw in him attracted her. He was also hilarious, having the innate ability to have her doubled up in laughter at any given time.

Dianna huffed, not knowing what to do.

At the moment, she was in a studio in New York, doing the photoshoot that had been scheduled a while back. She sighed again, and this time, caught the attention of her stylist, Carly.

"Why the sigh, pretty woman?" She inquired. Carly and Dianna were close, Carly having been her stylist for four years now. Dianna felt she could trust her.

"It's.. about Chord." She confessed softly, the name leaving a warmth on her lips, reminding her of the secret meeting they had, their bodies locked together in a dance only they knew. But at the same time, it left her cold and empty, not knowing if he felt the same way about her.

Carly let out a squeal, "Oh the Chord Overstreet?! He's such a hunk, Di. What about him?" Dianna laughed upon seeing her reaction to his name. She couldn't blame Carly though, Chord was dreamy.

"When I went back for the Glee episode, he and I sorta... madeout." She could see Carly's jaw drop in the mirror, and seeing as she wasn't going to saw anything out of shock, she continued, "But now I'm here and he's visiting family and.. I just don't know where things stand between us as it is..." She trailed off, lips turning down into a frown, shoulders drooped in sadness.

Carly regained some composure then. She'd always thought they'd look great together, "Well, what do you feel about him now?"

"I'd certainly like to see where things go with us, that's for sure," then in a soft whisper to herself, "it's not fair we never had a chance."

Carly could tell Dianna cared deeply about Chord, and that what she felt about him extended beyond just friendship. Clearing her throat, she said, "How about you do this photoshoot, and look totally hot while you do, and then maybe... oh I don't know, show him what he's missing out on?" She suggested with a smirk.

Dianna turned the idea over in her head. She'd never done something like that before, but the thought of it excited her. "Sounds.. interesting. Okay then, I'll take your advice." She stood up and gave Carly a hug, thanking her.

Chord Overstreet, prepare yourself for a lil bit of Dianna Agron.


At the moment, Chord was in his family's studio at home, jamming with his brother, Nash.

He had his own thoughts about the whole situation with Dianna, but didn't know what to do himself. He wanted to be together with her, sure. But everything else factored in made a relationship with her pretty much impossible. Most of the time he found himself fantasizing about random scenarios with her that mostly ended with her sighing his name in satisfaction and flopping on his chest, both sweaty and spent. At this thought, he began to feel a tightening in his pants that he was very familiar with, especially since her return.

Nash's voice snapped him out of his less-than-pure thoughts, "So I hear you've been getting comfortable with a certain actress as of late?" He gave no indication of seeing his brother's boner, but simply took a swig from his beer, waggling his eyebrows at Chord.

"What? Psh, no. I don't know what you're talking about." Chord sputtered, and felt his cheeks begin to burn up. He followed suit and took a sip from his beer, only to cover up the shock and embarrassment.

Nash grinned, not letting up, "Oh is that right? So am I wrong to say that this photo has been faked? If it is, then," He let out a low whistle, "damn it's good." At that, Nash fished out his phone and brought up an image of Chord and Dianna getting cosy at the back of the set, not too long ago, their bodies intertwined and lips locked together.

Chord's eyes widened, "Where'd you get that?! Delete it, man c'mon."

Nash chuckled, and pocketed his phone, "Relax, Chordy," He dragged out the name, knowing only Dianna called him that, and was thrilled to see Chord smile at the light ribbing, "I didn't circulate the picture, neither did Darren. He just sent it to me this morning, thinking that I should let you know you and her aren't so secret anymore, at least to the cast."

Chord groaned. Wonderful. There was a picture of them kissing. Imagine if the press got it, they'd be bombarded with questions from everywhere, their privacy would practically fly out the window. Getting to his feet, Chord sighed, "I'm gonna go for a walk. I'm not mad at'cha, don't worry." He reassured Nash, seeing his slightly alarmed expression, worried that he had taken the teasing a little too far.

He had to ask her out soon, he decided then. He didn't know what he was waiting for, to be honest. He had watched numerous guys fly by, and one by one they all managed to break her heart. He wanted to be the one to piece it back together. He wanted to be the one whom she would turn to when she was pent up with stress. He wanted to be the one whom she would kiss and hug and love. He was going to be the one she loved. He would call her tonight, and ask her to dinner, damn the distance and consequences.

Chord walked out to the living room to grab his phone before leaving and noticed that he had a message. Checking it, his eyebrows shot up when he saw it was from Dianna, and a picture, no less. Quickly unlocking it, he sorely wished he was wherever she was now.

Dianna had sent him a picture of herself, but it was a photo taken from her photoshoot. She was wearing a dress that cut off mid-thigh, displaying a whole lot of creamy skin and her long, toned legs. Her long blond hair tumbled down her shoulders in waves. The dress was low cut, and showed off her cleavage. One hand was planted firmly on her hip, the other one in her hair, striking a sexy pose. Her hair had hidden one eye from view, but the other blazed with confidence, and he found it oh so sexy. Her lips were coated with gloss, making them appear to have a sheen on it, tempting him to kiss his phone. They were parted slightly, and her pink tongue peeked out slightly, and he could imagine her, beckoning him with her finger in a come-hither motion, her tongue licking her lips in such a seductive way. Underneath the picture, was a caption that made his member throb with desire: Thinking of you.

He decided that the walk could wait, and rushed up to his bedroom.


Pressing send, Dianna felt an explosion of butterflies in her tummy. Was the move too bold? Was it a tad too slutty? She tossed the phone into the passenger seat and banished any thoughts of hesitation from her head, it's done, she thought, no time for regrets now.

Even if she thought that, Dianna still found it hard to suppress thoughts of her.. could that be called a sext? No, it couldn't.. could it? Refusing to think of it any further, Dianna put her efforts into driving, and only allowed herself to think when she reached home.

Reaching for her phone, Dianna saw that she had received a text. Her face flushed seeing that it was from Chord. She started to panic. Maybe he thinks I'm a slut now, maybe he's gonna reject me. With trembling fingers, she unlocked the phone and opened the message.

She almost passed out.

Chord was only wearing a pair of loose board shorts and a smirk. His hair had been cut to the style that it was on the Glee Tour, and it made her swoon. He had taken a selfie in his bathroom at home. His toned body made her tingle all over, especially in her nether regions. His abs seemed to be even more defined than before, the lines between them cutting so deep into his stomach, and she wished that she could touch them and feel the hard ridges of muscle under her fingers. His chest puffed out, displaying the pecs he worked hard in the gym to attain. One hand was holding the phone, but the other arm was bended and flexed such that his hand was on the back of his head, providing her with an excellent view of his rippling biceps, her knees almost buckled. The V-shaped muscle made his hip bones jut out, and they converged on the place that was hidden from view, just barely. Dianna felt her breathing quicken. His face was simply gorgeous, and his expression was one of arousal. She briefly wondered if her picture got him that way, and her eyes raked down to between his legs, and saw the slight bulge there. It seemed to be holding up his shorts on its own. The caption he'd written was: Same here. Liked what I saw, wbu? ;)

Oh she definitely like what she saw. Not just like though,craved. She'd wanted to run her tongue over the planes of his chest and abs, and feel what it would be like to have her body sliding over his, skin to skin.

She put those thoughts aside for tonight, when she would be alone and in bed, satisfying her carnal desires. For now though, she would continue the game she had started, all feelings of hesitation gone upon seeing the Adonis on her screen.

With a devious grin, Dianna unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground, and began to look for something to tease Chord with.


A/N: Hey! So yeah this is what I could come up with for chapter two. I wanted to show the feelings they both had/have and what they plan to do with their uncertain state. Hope you liked dirty Dianna and Chord. As always, please read, review and let me know what you think. The next chapter will probably be the last one, and after that I plan to stop writing for a month or so to concentrate on my major examinations. I've got a whole list of ideas to write stories/oneshots on, so please wait for me!