Chapter two of Mary Had A Little Lamb is here! I really hope you like it. Part I is from Dianna's POV. Part II will be Mark's. Part III will be all the events that ensue due to Part I's "action". Reviews are much appreciated! Ps- the tweet at the top isn't real.
Tweet from CelebrityJuiceMag: #Dianna Agron, the blonde beauty from #Glee, has just been sighted at #JFK Airport! Easter with the fam? Maybe!
The blonde bombshell rushed through the airport in her black pants and cream-colored sweater, pulling a black suitcase in hand. After the, as Mark Salling called it, "assloads of security" she sat down on a bench outside Gate B and opened the front pocket of her suitcase to retrieve her cell phone. She scrolled through her contacts list and first called her mother to tell her that she'd just landed safely. Upon hanging up, she received a text from Lea. It read "Lady D! Pics of u landing at JFK get to me before u even call! LOL ;)". The young blonde performer chuckled causing an older man to look over at her. He didn't recognize her so he turned as away as she began to compose a response. "seriously? now i'm freaking out looking for paparazzi! thanks princess lea ."
As she hit send she looked up and saw her chauffeur had arrived in a black Cadillac SUV. She signaled over to the gentleman and he pulled up to her promptly. "Have you been waiting long?", she asked hoping the answer was no. "No, ma'am." He said politely as he got out of the car and placed her luggage in the trunk. She got in and put on her seat belt after he opened the door for her. After getting in he did the usual introductions. "Hello, Ms. Agron", he started in a charming manner. "My name is James and if you have any requests, please feel free to ask." She greeted him in return in her usual sweet manner.
He took his black hat off and placed it in the passenger's seat. He then collected a large bouquet of red roses and baby's breath flowers from what seemed to her as nowhere. I was given a package to deliver to you. There's no name of whom it may be from but I'm sure I can find out later when I return to the garage. There's also an envelope with it but it fell off. I apologize, Ms. Agron." James said, scratching his dark brown hair tentatively as if he was unsure if she would freak out or not. "Oh wow, thank you, James." Dianna replied sweetly as she took the envelope from his hands. "By the way, James, there's no need for the formality. You can call me Dianna." "Thank you, Dianna. Enjoy your ride and please buckle up! We wouldn't want another Princess Di car crash again, would we?" The chauffeur said with a small laugh at the end of his phrase. Dianna obliged and opened the envelope.
She shrugged as she examined the envelope, assuming it was just an enthusiastic fan. But when she pulled the letter out of the envelope, she gasped at the elegant card that resembled a wedding invitation. The only message written anywhere on it was "I love you", embossed into the paper in gold ink. She raised a curious eyebrow as she turned the card over several times to look for a name or an inkling of identity from it's sender. Dianna let out a sigh as she began to put it back into it's envelope. James, having heard the sigh, turned to face her. "Everything okay, miss?" He asked politely, wondering if she was somehow displeased by his driving or something of that subject. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just curious as to who sent this. It couldn't just have been a fan. Only a few people know what driving company I hire." she responded, inadvertently revealing more than she intended to. "I could call the garage if you don't mind the bluetooth and ask if you would like." He said, indicating a small silver and black earpiece he had on the right side of his head. "No, it's okay. I don't want to be any trouble" she said, pushing the roses on her lap to the side and crossing her legs. "It's no trouble at all, Ms..." he caught himself mid-name, "Dianna, I mean." "Alright then. Thank you very much, James" she responded as she adjusted an air-conditioning vent.
She reached into her panda-pattern purse to retrieve her iPod. As the large vehicle drove over a pothole, the contents of her purse spilled out onto the seat next to her. "My apologies, Dianna. You know how roads are." James said with a shrug. He paid no attention to her and her spilled purse, but instead focused on the road and adjusting the car's rear view mirror. "It's near one o'clock now. Everyone should be back from lunch by now. I'll give my boss a call now" He stated, pulling a Droid X from his shirt pocket. "Okay, thank you" she answered. After gathering her wallet, cell phone, make up, travel toothbrush (something Chris had convinced her to keep with her "in case of emergencies"), emergency tampons, tic-tacs, and other miscellaneous objects, she put everything in her lap. She put the purse on the middle seat and began to put things back into it.
As she was placing her keys into it, she noticed a folded white paper that had not fallen out. She curiously unfolded it and saw that it was merely one of the many notes exchanged between her and Mark during choir room scene rehearsals. It read "Dianna Agron: Beautiful. Bookworm. Hipster." in Mark's neat script. It also had a stick figure with blonde hair and a small dog in a purse scribbled at the bottom. She laughed as she looked at it. Somehow the envelope, containing the mysterious card floated into her lap. She looked from the shred of paper to the envelope several times. "Please deliver to Dianna Agron, arriving at JFK airport 4/23." was written on the envelope neatly. After noticing how the N's on both samples of writing looked very similar, she put them side by side to compare them more thoroughly. She leaned her head on the window of the right car door as she began to wonder if it had been Mark that had sent the letter and more importantly if he was in love with her. It wasn't like she hadn't thought of him like that or that she didn't like him or that she wasn't in lov-
"Ms. Agron...Miss..." James' voice broke her concentration. "Dianna?", he repeated, unaware she had been in deep thought. "Sorry?" She questioned, looking up from the crumpled paper and the fresh envelope. "The envelope was delivered by a man with a dark mohawk hair-style." Her heart rose upon hearing this. "Reception says he didn't leave a name but he was short and scrawny." Those words then made her heart drop from her head to her stomach. "Oh well thank you. Must've just been a crazy fan." Dianna said, with a small sigh. "You're welcome Dianna. We should be arriving at your destination in 10 to 15 minutes." "Thanks, James." she replied then gathered her belongings and stuffed them into her panda pattern purse.
After having James carry her bags inside, something she had insisted she could do herself, Dianna rode the elevator of her apartment building to her floor and got off. She settled in and then went to the refrigerator to get an apple and check the answering machine that lay on the counter next to the fridge. One was from Brad Falchuk reminding her to be back in town by the twenty-fifth, the second was from the pharmacy calling about a free trial of a new allergy medication, and the third was from her brother, Jason, saying that he wouldn't be at their parents' house until Friday instead of Wednesday like they'd planned. After checking her messages, she sat down with a glass of white wine and a book on her couch. It was a book called "Secret Admirer", recommended to her by Jason's girlfriend while she was home for Passover. "Wow. Coincidence much?" she thought to herself with a smile, but her concentration couldn't help but be eaten away by her need to know the mystery man's identity.