A knock at the door startled Sheila right off her lap. Lea Michele tied her dark brown hair up into a messy bun and made her way off of her comfy sofa as Bravo blared from the television in the background. The short girl extended a hand to open the door but pulled back with second thoughts. "What's the password?" She tested, biting back a smile.
A familiar voice sounded a stumped 'Uhhh...' and tapped on the door once more. "Barbra Streisand is the bomb."
Lea giggled and lifted herself on her tippy-toes to peek through the peep hole; a distorted reflection of a very tall man smiled back at her. "Correct!"
Opening the door, Lea beamed at the sight of her boyfriend: dressed to the nines and handsome as ever. "Oooh!..." She marveled, smoothing her tiny fingers down the chest of his black suit. "Daaaaaayyyyummm! You look good, Cory! Who knew! I'm datin' a stud!" Cory's cheeks flushed with color and he gave an embarrassed 'yeah, yeah..' before she added, "It must just be Justin's tie."
"So what's up? I got your text earlier but I was a little confused." The brunette admitted as Cory raided her fridge. "Did you just want to spend the night because? Or was there a reason?"
"I'm just exhausted." Cory admitted, leaning against the kitchen counter as he spread organic peanut butter onto two slices of whole-wheat bread. "You know I haven't been sleeping that good. Sucks. I was at the conference and just like...all I could think about was how busy this week has been. Haven't even had time for my trailer naps." He sighed.
Lea pouted her lips in sympathy and hopped up on the counter to sit at his level. "You were so rested in Cabo! You can't be sleep deprived yet! Although this week has been insane." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Completely nuts. I'm surprised we only had two scenes today. Kind of a nice break."
"Yeah.." Cory nodded. "Just figured since Justin is having Chelsea over tonight, that wouldn't exactly help my mind turn off so...figured I'd just come over here."
A small smile formed on Lea's lips. "Are you sure you didn't just want to crash in my big comfy bed?"
"Ya got me."
Cory's mind had a hard time turning off. Usually it was Lea who stressed over work and he was the one whispering the calming words in her ear but this week things just seemed to pile up. Anything and everything crept into his mind as he attempted to get some shut eye. Fortunately for him, tonight he was in good hands. The way she held his head against her chest and brushed her fingers through his hair soothingly reminded him of their Easter weekend getaway. Each night pretty much ended in love making (there was always some of that during the day too) but the difference between their round at night versus their little sessions during the day, was that they always cuddled afterwards. There were always those moments.
Lea had promised that she would stay awake until he drifted to sleep but by the time the clock hit 1am she was out like a light. Cory quietly climbed out of bed (putting a finger by his lips to 'shush' Sheila on the way) and silently opened the heel-filled walk-in closet. Taking the cardboard box down from the shelf, Cory shut the closet door and turned on the light switch.
He carefully removed the stack of papers, scanning each of them briefly.
"Best New Musical of the Year:
Spring Awakening Presented to: Ms. Lea Michele"
"Tenafly High School Class of 1999 Most Talented: Lea Sarfati"
"6lbs 3ozs 14inches Lea Michele Sarfati Born to: Marc & Edith Sarfati August 29, 1986"
Gently setting the documents aside, Cory took a seat against the wall and flipped through the half-filled journal pages. He opened at random, curious as to what his girlfriend would have to write about. She did enough talking for the both of them...what was there left to say?
September 17th, 2011
I fucking hate him and hope he falls off the stage of his next show into the orchestra pit. Hopefully a cello will hit him on the way down! I don't know how much longer I can take this. I have feelings for someone else and I have never acted on them so why should he? FUCK YOU THEO STOCKMAN! Who knows if I'll try to make this work...You don't deserve my ass.
3
Lea M.
Cory let out a chuckle and shook his head at the little drawing of a stick figure falling off of a stage at the bottom of the page. So this was what this journal was for...ranting! Lea liked to do that out loud too. He flipped a few pages...
November 23, 2011
Oh my god... Finn and Rachel filmed their intimate scene this week and something happened...Cory and I got close... We had sex in my apartment... He was fantastic and he kissed every one of my tattoos. It was the hottest and sexiest and sweetest experience ever.
OH MY GOD! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! 3333 :) Mind is so blown! Had to write something so I'd remember the date.
A smirk crept onto Cory's expression as the memories of that day flooded back. It seemed so long ago. So unreal. They had both come so far in half a year's time. He had gone from being smitten with the perky little actress to loving her more than he could've possibly imagined.
Cory stood back up and stretched his body, putting the papers back into their rightful place. Before the journal could follow, he stumbled across a page that caught his attention.
March 30th, 2012
Dear Grandpa Sarfati,
Just writing this letter because I have some spare time on set right now! I'm in my trailer (you'd think it was so fancy!) and a lot is on my mind! Cory is definitely the one...We had a talk last night and decided that once Glee is finished we want to take things to the next level. I love my job and I'm not ready this very second but I can't WAIT to have a family with him. You'd SO approve! My parents love him and he has the sweetest heart. Everything about him inspires me and makes me a better person. Just wanted to tell you because I wish you could meet him! I know you're watching... Hope I'm still making you proud.
xoxoxoxo
Your Little Lea
