Hi guys! I'm so happy so many of you leave me a review. I was so surprised so I decided to upload this that fast even though I've been having crazy time here in Poland. So excited you guys loved the story.

And I decided to changed rate from M to T. I think there's no need to M.

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They always talk about these "sparks". How amazing it feels. Yeah… In my opinion they just make you feel stupid. Besides they were also making me sick. They say it feels like you have a million of butterflies flying in your stomach. Yeah, maybe. But with Chord they were making me sick. And it was all his fault. Don't get me wrong. He was just making me so nervous, unbelievably nervous, that every time I laid my eyes on him, I didn't feel my butterflies flying, I felt them slowly dying inside of me because of the lack of breathing. Because every time he smiled at me, every time he spoke to me or held me I felt like he was taking my breath away.

The worst part was that he knew perfectly how it affected me. How destroyed I felt about this. And guilty. Because I was having these feeling for the person I shouldn't have had. But it never bothered him that much. And I felt so guilty because I always had the possibility to have him. To have him, to hold him, to kiss him, to touch him, to be with him. Because of our job. Because he was Sam Evans and I was a fucking Quinn Fabray. And the excuse was always good and the same. So when Alex was asking me if everything was alright it was always a yes I was giving him. Because Dianna didn't have feelings for Chord. Because it was Quinn who had feelings, strong feelings for Sam. And it worked.

For some time.

When you have these stupid sparks you just want to share them with the person who causes this feeling. So for some sick reason Chord and I always needed more rehearsals, we spent more time discussing things about developing love between our characters. So when he came to my trailer one night after a very long day of shooting I knew he was up to something.

He just has this look when he wants to do something he shouldn't be doing. His voice cracks in this funny way, he always plays with his fingers and I'm always sure a blush crept into his face. But his eyes always looked frightfully confident which was so different from our first meeting. And I always knew what was going to happen. And it was making me sick. I was making myself sick.

So when I heard a subtle grunt that night I turned my head and once again I smiled.

"I've been thinking about this scene we are shooting tomorrow morning. And I thought we could practice it or you could just tell me what you are expecting from me." He was looking at me and I was terrified. I was terrified since I got the script for the episode we were currently shooting.

"I don't know, Chord. It's almost midnight." I said.

"Just give me a couple of minutes." He said too seriously. "I just need a couple of minutes."

And I couldn't decline it. That was the moment when I realized what game we were playing and who was controlling it. So he told me the page of the scene in the script even though he was sure I knew perfectly which one he was referring to. And then we went to my sofa. I laid myself. He did the same. We'd been never that close before. So when he looked down at me I felt lost. And I hated him as much as I wanted him.

He kissed me. It was fast and passionate. He touched my tight and I felt that my body was betraying me.

"Say my name, Quinn." He said a couple of minutes later. I said nothing ignoring the fact I should've been saying that line. But when he asked me to do it for the second time I said "Chord." And then I started thinking straight again. Because the worst part of it was the feeling of his stupid smirk on my lips.

It took me a couple of days to realize what I had done. Because I wasn't Quinn Fabray anymore. I was Dianna Agron who cheated on her boyfriend. So when I told Alex I couldn't do that anymore he wasn't even surprised. He was angry and mad, he was throwing words at me I hadn't even known before but he wasn't surprised. So I packed my bags and moved back to Lea's.

Lea never judged me. And I had never lied to her before. I wasn't even crying that much when she was holding my body in a tight embrace. But she knew I hadn't given her the whole story, so she just whispered in my ear "When you'll be ready, I'll be there to hear the truth, Dianna." But I never told her. I never told her I'd cheated on Alex with Chord. And that I'd enjoyed it that much.

Nothing changed for a long time. Except the fact I was single again. I was single and available and I was waiting. But Chord didn't make any move and it seems like he didn't even want to. He was good at his game and I was the stupid cow who was following his rules. I didn't even loved him. I just wanted him. It hurt because I wanted to gain his attention and nothing worked. We smiled, we flirted, we practiced our scenes more often that we should've been. But nothing more than that.

That's why I should've been happy when I got the scripts for the eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth episode. And I wasn't. I was locking myself in my trailer and crying every time the stuff brought me a new script. I knew it was over. We were over. And I was angry at myself for becoming so week because of him.

It wasn't that hard to play the break up scene between Sam and Quinn even though it was sad and depressing for everyone but I honestly felt like shit that day. So I was really quiet when Chord accompanied me to my trailer. I knew something bothered him this time but I wasn't going to make a move about this.

"You know maybe we should talk to Ryan. Quinn and Sam were perfect together. Fabrevans is a big fandom and it's not right to do this to them." Chord broke the silence and to be honest, I was really surprised by this.

"I think it's a bad idea, Chord." I smiled. "You know how he hates when we do that."

"Yeah." It was all he said lost in his thoughts. "It's sad anyway." He said placing his arm around me. It was so natural for him to do this in public. And he was silent for a couple of minutes again. "We're making such a good team, right?"

We stopped, realizing we were standing next to my trailer. I looked into his beautiful eyes and for the first time I couldn't find any answer in them. "Yeah, we are." My voice was breaking and I was hoping it was going somewhere. But he just put this sad smile, kissed me on the cheek and walked away. Once again I locked my trailer and started to cry. Because I was so stupid and naïve and instead of grabbing him and kissing him I just let him go again. How could I be so angry and mad at him for not making any move if I was doing the same thing?

This conversation brought nothing to our relationship. But when I was looking at Sam making out with Santana or Brittany I wanted to vomit. I couldn't stop thinking about that. I wondered if Naya or Heather were practicing their scenes with Chord too. I shouldn't have been thinking so low about them but I'm sure they wouldn't have suspected me of doing that either. So I just let those thoughts consuming me. And I didn't even notice when I started avoiding him. I saw him a few times willing to talk to me or just embrace me but I finally stopped smiling and started walking away from him. I wasn't even sad about this. I knew something must've been changed.

It was Jenna's birthday party. We actually stopped shooting the second season but we couldn't stop seeing each other. And this moment of the year was always crazy. They were tons of people at her house. My cast, a lot of celebrities I was friends with and some people I didn't know that much. But I was in a good mood that night. I was just my-happy and enthusiastic-self again. And I hugged Jenna, I hugged my friends, I even hugged Chord what, I could tell, surprised him a bit. And then I started drinking.

I met a guy there. Actually I knew him before. His name was Sebastian and it was obvious he was more than interested in me. But he acted like a gentleman so I decided to go with it. We were flirting and dancing and talking about silly things. And he was complimented me the whole time. And I liked that. I needed that because in a last few months I was the one who was chasing the bunny. Now I had a physical need to be chased. And this guy seemed to be perfect in doing just that.

I was ignoring Chord the whole night but I must've been blind to not notice him sitting in the same chair, sipping his beer and glaring at me. I could tell he was nervous and mad. I just couldn't let him act like that. Like he was a gardener's dog. So I decided to stop looking at him. It was distracting me and Sebastian didn't deserve that. But when he leaned closer to me I could feel someone else standing next to us.

"Hi." I could hear his sarcastic drunken voice. "Sorry for interrupting, lovebirds but I need Dianna for a second." I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Then he gave us a fake smile. I was about to say I was not going anywhere, that I was staying with Sebastian. But when he close my little hand in his my plan failed. Sebastian just looked me in the eyes asking if I was sure about that. I simply nod.

We went outside. It seemed more quiet. Only a few people were smoking a cigarette or puking. Even though we stopped walking Chord never pulled my hand. I could see sadness in his eyes so I avoided his gaze.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked me breaking the silence. I felt a little dizzy, not only because of the amount of alcohol in my veins.

"And what exactly am I doing, Chord?" I asked him because he had no right to talk to me like that.

"Why are you even talking to this guy? Everyone knows he's a jerk, Dianna."

He got me angry. I wanted to slap the crap out of him. But "He's actually a really nice guy, Chord. He's a gentleman and he treats me well." was all I told him.

"And what about me?" He finally told me. I wasn't expecting this. "What about you?"

"Is it over?" He asked me.

"What's over?

"Us." He said and I thought I was going to faint. But I needed to be strong. "There's no us." I felt like I just kicked a puppy. I could see how his face went from sadness to madness but then I could only see pain in his eyes again.

"You've been avoiding me for so long, Di." He said. "And I don't even know what I did wrong."

"Are you serious, Chord?" I yelled raising my eyebrows.

"Then tell me. Tell me what did I do to you?" I realize that people started looking at us.

"You're just fucking with my head, Chord." I finally said. "You make me feel so weak every time you're near me." I gasped. "I'm not your toy."

"I've never meant to treat you like a toy, Dianna." He looked offended. I didn't care. "You think so low about me?"

"I cheated on my fucking boyfriend with you!"

"No you didn't-"

"Yes, I did!" I screamed as laud as I could. I could hear people whispering behind my back. Chord just cought me and hugged me. I didn't realize how much I missed that. His strong arms around my shaking body. It felt wrong but it felt good. "It was never like rehearsing for me, Chord." I said into his chest.

"Shh…" He tried to calm me down. "I know, I know..." He was telling me. "I felt the same."

I don't remember what happened exactly after hearing this four words. I only know I kissed him and he kissed me back. We were in a cab a minute later going to his apartment. Kissing passionately. I don't regret this. I've never regretted this. I just wanted and needed this so much. So when we landed in his bed, naked, it was exactly what I had thought it could've been. Chord was gentle and passionate and I'm hundred percent sure I had never felt like that before. And it was perfect. He was perfect. Chord had everything I had ever wanted in a man.


A crappy ending I know.

And I'm sorry that this got this depressing tone. I don't exactly know how this had happened. But I regret nothing. Hahaha. And no it's not over. It's just a beginning I guess. I think I'll write maybe four or five more episodes. But I need to know if you guys like the way I'm writing it.