Hi there! It's me again. I'd just like to apologise/thank those who reviewed and even followed or put this story on Favorites. I know I've not updated in a long while (longer than I should have), but studies and final exams are a serious pain in the ass. Anyway, here's the last chapter of Reunion. I hope you like it!

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Dianna wasn't a morning person.

Despite what the characters she played portrayed, the actress was nowhere near as chipper. She would need a cup of strong coffee before she could function properly, and even then, the coffee would take at least half an hour to kick in.

But this particular morning would be an exception.

Today she was woken up by the sunlight piercing through her eyelids. As she lifted them, squinting as she did it, she felt a weight on her waist. Turning her head to look at it, she came face-to-head with a clump of disheveled blonde hair, much like her own. Needless to say, she was confused. The head of hair was attached to a neck, which led down to a chiseled back. Even relaxed, she could see the muscles rippling under skin. The rest of the mouth-watering view was hidden from her by the blanket of her own bed. The other outstanding thing was that under the covers, she found she was stark naked as well.

That's weird, she mused, if I'm here, then who's... her hazel eyes widened in realisation as the events of the night before came trickling back into her mind, like water droplets from a tap.

After that night of sexting, or as she called it-indecent exchanges, Chord and her were constantly in contact. When he was finished filming a scene for Glee, he would call her in a quiet corner of the set, asking her about her day and such. When she was bored, he was her go-to entertainment. Lame jokes that would usually make her cringe instead had her clutching her stomach in fits of laughter. She knew that only he could elicit such a reaction from her. After a few weeks of this exchange, she had told him that she'd managed to land a second role on the big screen, this time as a main character. He'd given the appropriate congratulations, then quickly said that he would have a surprise ready for her, then hung up the phone. She was skeptical, and a bit worried, to be honest. Chord was a bit extreme sometimes. Two days later, he showed up at her doorstep.

But neither had asked the other what the nature of their relationship was. It was always a given that they were a thing. Just like Rachel and Finn, or Mike and Tina. They always had each other. But oddly enough, now that things between them had escalated to a whole new level, Dianna didn't know where to place them. Were they officially a couple now? As boyfriend and girlfriend? Or were they just two friends who lost themselves somewhere in the middle?

Dianna pondered this for a few moments, and as a result didn't witness Chord's eyes fluttering open as well, woken up by her movements.

He observed her for a moment, taking in her pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows. He didn't think that there could be a more beautiful sight for him to wake up to.

Silently, he slithered up to her and placed his lips onto her neck, tongue darting out to taste her. "Morning, pretty woman." He breathed, and was satisfied when he saw a shiver and a hint of a moan escape her lips.

"Good morning," she barely managed to get those two words out, what with his lips, and now his hands as well, frizzing up her thoughts to the point of disoriented. With a sigh, she said, "I could get used to waking up like this."

Chord smiled against her jaw. He gave a last lick, then wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over. With her completely on top of him, he gave her a proper kiss on the lips, both feeling a spark surge through their bodies. Pulling away, he asked, "What d'you have today?"

A little miffed at the separation, she answered, "I've got to get to my agent's today. Little bit of paperwork that needs to be done for the new movie. Let me grab a shower first, I smell of sweat and sex."

She wriggled out of his grasp and didn't even bother to dress herself before going to her wardrobe to find an outfit for the day. Chord folded his arms behind his head, appreciating the oh-so-fine view walking around in front of him. With a grin, he said, "You weren't complaining about the smell last night."

Her face flushed as she remembered the way his fingers ignited fires on her skin when they danced across it, the way his tongue had teased her, bringing her to the edge and then withdrawing, leaving her wanting more. Finding an outfit she liked, she took it out and spun around to face him, giving him a full view of her naked body. Dianna smirked when she saw his eyes widen and jaw fall open. She licked her lips in a seductive manner, and raked her eyes over his half covered form, stopping purposely at the rising bulge hidden by the blanket. She then sashayed over to the bathroom, making sure her hips swayed. At the door, she looked back at him and saw his eyes at her ass. "You need a shower too, loverboy." Dianna threw him a wink, then walked inside. Without closing the door.

She didn't even have time to get in the shower.

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"So what're you going to do while I'm out? You can't exactly go out in the streets." Dianna questioned as she did her makeup. Her and Chord's relationship was heavily speculated on, but there was no concrete evidence to show they were more than friends. Him walking out of her apartment when he was supposedly in Los Angeles would definitely cause a ruckus.

"I brought my guitar, I'll just write a couple of songs. Then when you're back, I'll take you out for a nice dinner." Chord smiled at her through the mirror. If she wasn't sitting down she might have stumbled because just a smile from him made a knees weak.

She sighed, "Chord, we can't just.. go out like that. You're supposed to be in LA and if the paps get any pictures of us going out together, neither of us will hear the end of it!" she finished with a huff, a tad frustrated that he didn't always think things through before going ahead with it. Thought she had to admit that that was one of his most endearing qualities. Strangely enough, she saw his eyes twinkle.

"Don't worry about it, Di. I've got the evening planned out perfectly. Just go do your stuff, and when you get back, I promise you'll have a nice evening."

Dianna narrowed her eyes at him. Whenever Chord had a plan, it would go two ways: fantastically well, or it would be an abysmal failure. That was how his planned pranks back on the Glee set would go anyway.

Reluctantly, she agreed, "Alright then, don't go out okay? Stay here and-" She was cut off by Chord's lips attaching themselves to her own, his tongue tracing her mouth deliciously. When they came apart, she was slightly out of breath.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, now go to work."

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"I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do."

"Dude, relax, the two of you are so disgustingly cute together that no matter what you do, Di'll love you anyway."

"You think so? How'd you tell Naya you loved her the first time?"

"Simple, really. It was during sex."

Chord couldn't help but laugh at that. Classic Mark, he thought.

"And hey, she said it back and look where we are today." He could detect a hint of smugness in the older man's tone. But it was true, he and Naya were happily together.

"Getting back to the point, how do I tell Di I love her?" Chord asked anxiously. To tell the truth, he hadn't a clue what he was doing when he told her tonight would be good for her. He just said it on a whim. After she left, he panicked. And so he called Mark, who he knew seemed to be gruff and all on the outside, but was really a secret romantic.

"Di loves romantic stuff right? She's a classic girl who loves 'tokens of affection' or actions that show that you love her, and not that you just wanna bone her. So take her out! Have dinner at a fancy place somewhere, then after that grab an ice cream and talk a walk in the park! C'mon Chord you should know all this, you practically worship her."

Chord stayed silent for a moment. It was true. When he first got to know her, he was enthralled. Everything she did had an impact on him somehow. He found himself analysing her actions and what she said. He would've gotten an A if there was a class on Dianna Agron.

"You're right man, I shouldn't have to ask you. Alright, I'll get this done myself. Thanks Mark." With that, he hung up. Then he brought up his contacts and made another call, "Hello? Johnny? It's me, Chord. Listen, could you do me a huge favour..?"

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When Dianna walked out of her agent's office, she found a matte black limousine parked in front of it. Thinking nothing of it, she began to walk away. But then one of the black windows rolled down to reveal stunning blue eyes and tousled blonde hair. "Miss Agron?" His mouth curved into a smile, and he beckoned her into the car.

When she got in, she rounded on him, "What. Are. You. Doing?!" Dianna hissed. Surprisingly, he didn't even flinch.

"Di, relax, I promised you everything was going to be fine, and I swear no one saw me. And no, I did not steal this limo." He maintained his composure and explained to her. She couldn't stay mad at him.

The limo brought them to a fancier part of New York. It stopped outside a posh-looking restaurant. She looked at Chord, a question in her eyes. "I remember you saying you loved the food over there in France while filming The Family. This place is the best French restaurant in town. The head chef's son is a friend of mine." She gaped at him, amazed.

She allowed herself to be let out of the limo by him, not even bothering to look around for reporters and paparazzi.

"Table for two please, under Overstreet." The waiter led them to a table on a balcony overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking. Dianna knew that New York looked spectacular at night, but she never got to see in this way. Turning to face him, she asked, "You did all this?" He nodded, "Why?"

"Because I felt you needed a nice meal for everything you've accomplished. Plus you need one anyway, don't think I didn't see the Chinese takeout leftovers in your fridge." He smirked, a teasing look in his eyes. Her expression softened, and he could see she was visibly touched by his actions.

Walking around to her side, he pulled out her chair for her, and pushed it back in when she sat down. Points for being a gentleman, I hope. "I've already ordered for the both of us, I hope you don't mind."

"Chord, this is probably the sweetest thing you've done for me. Of course I don't mind!" Dianna didn't really understand why he had gone out of his way to arrange for such an elaborate set up just for dinner, but that didn't mean she didn't like it. She knew he was a gentleman, but he really outdid himself this time.

A waiter came with a bottle of wine. He uncorked it and poured into both glasses, leaving the bottle behind with a tip of his head. Chord lifted his and said to her, "To you, Di. May you have even more success in the future." She clinked their glasses together and took a sip. It was good.

"Chord.. is this a.. date?" She hoped she wasn't being too forward with her question, but she was dying to find out. His answer would determine their relationship and define the parameters of what they could and could not do. We've already had sex though, she had to remind herself. But she needed a real answer.

A smile crept onto his face, "Do you want this to be?"

She blushed. Did she want this to be a date? Did she want to be with Chord? The answer was at the tip of her tongue, but she was always one to think before saying or doing anything.

Chord leaned forward then, "Because I know I want it to be."

That confirmed it. He wanted to be with her. The mere thought alone lit her up on the inside. "Then it's a date."

...

The meal was delicious. She and Chord had talked about anything and everything. They talked about her new movie, his work on his solo album. They discussed dogs and whether or not either of them would consider getting another one. They laughed about Naya and Mark, how they fit together so well. Chord had then said, "Just like us." Dianna blushed and smiled and looked away, feeling as though she might combust if she looked into his azure eyes.

After dinner, he suggested they go for a walk at the nearby park. She was worried initially, about the press getting pictures and not being able to enjoy her time with Chord. But then it hit her, they were on a date. Screw what the press did, she was on a date with Chord Overstreet, and she couldn't be happier.

Her hand was locked in his and she leaned into him slightly, drinking in the warmth he radiated. They walked in silence, neither wanting to break the delicate bubble of peace they had. Being celebrities, they rarely had quiet time to themselves, so they savoured each second they got. There was also no need for conversation, the silence good enough for both of them.

After a bit of walking, Chord pulled them both down onto a bench. She automatically rested her head on his shoulder, both her arms entwining themselves around his right.

"I wish this moment would never end." He almost didn't hear her, such was the serenity of the setting. She also said it in an almost-whisper, he could barely catch it.

"Me too. I love being with you." The last part slipped out unintentionally, and he mentally cursed himself. Why did he have to go ahead and ruin the mood?

He felt her tense up at the sound of those words, and he frantically thought of something to say to ease the tension. She looked up and asked him, "You love being with me?"

"Yes, I love being with you." He reached up with his left hand to brush her a few stray hairs from her face. She was so beautiful. "I umm.. don't just love being with you though."

Confusion clouded her eyes, and he saw he eyebrows furrow together again, attempting to decipher his cryptic words.

"I mean, I love other things about you too, I love.. your hair! Yeah I love your hair. It's so soft and silky. And your eyes too! Gosh your eyes are like.. just wow. And your lips are so soft and nice to kiss and I-" she cut him off with her palm to his lips, a smile playing at her own.

"You're rambling again, Chordy," She giggled, "Is there something you want to tell me? Specifically?"

He loved her so much in that moment. Instead of being spooked that he rambled on senseless and meaningless things, she had played it cool and even let him continue. He gulped, and took a deep breath.

"Yeah, Di. I umm.. I.. feel strongly about you."

There was a frosty silence of five seconds. Then Dianna burst out laughing.

Chord's face burned with embarrassment. "It's not funny! I've never done this before and I'm nervous as hell! "

"Oh Chord!" Laughter. "You're hilarious!"

Chord remained silent while waiting for her to calm down, wishing he could disappear into a hole.

Dianna wiped a tear away before saying, "You're so cute." Then she leaned up and pecked his lips lovingly. Looking straight into his eyes, she whispered with as much emotion as she could, "I love you too, Chordy."

He was stunned, to say the least. He'd just majorly fucked up a confession of love, and she'd simply laughed it off and said she loved him.

The rest of the night did not require words. They two had simply let their actions speak for themselves. A kiss on the bench led to a heated makeout in the limo. Which in turn led to the both of them breathless in her bed. When she rolled him over for round two, only then did he utter that he loved her.

She didn't need to hear the words, though. Deep inside, she'd known for a long time that he loved her. And maybe, just maybe, he did too.