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They were going on three weeks and practically inseparable.
Every morning he'd inhale his bacon and eggs (with a muffin on the side!), throw on clothes that looked half decent, attempt to smooth out his hair, and hurry his butt to their studio. And every morning there she would be, sitting on the front steps, waiting for him with a 10,000 watt grin and a kiss.
"Hey Broadway." Cory smiled, saluting a hand and taking her own. "What's the plan for today?" She was better at coming up with stuff to do. She made 'agendas' she called them. And they totally kept them busy. Even if it was shopping for high heels or something.
"How does shopping sound? Don't worry, I'll lay low on the shoe stores. But I saw thinking if we both go town we can pick out something to wear tonight!"
"Cool! Okay yeah. Wait...what's tonight?"
Lea stopped their walking and turned to face Cory with a grin that scared him and turned him on simultaneously. "You know that club over on the corner? You're tall. You look old enough to get in."
Cory's lips twisted into a smirk and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah but you're tiny. No offense but they might like think you're my younger sister. Besides we don't have ID's."
"I highly doubt they'll think that. This is a touristy area, Cory. Kids our age go out all the time. I've got everything under control. Trust me. All we need is to look fabulous and have a fantastic time!"
The way she said that and her amount of bubbly enthusiasm washed away all of Cory's worries about this club thing.
This was totally gonna be awesome.
"Aw, look at this little tea shop! Love it!" Lea piped, pausing to smile at the quaint cafe with awe.
"I thought you liked coffee..." Cory laughed, pulling out his camera.
"Oh I do. I do very much, it's a sick addiction."
"Like heels."
She laughed at that.
"Yes, like high heels. Uh oh...It's Cory and his camera again. Everyone take cover!"
"Heeeey!" The gentle giant licked his lips and waved a floppy arm. "Stand in front of the tea place! Come on, it's cute!"
The short brunette did as she was told and brushed her wavy hair to one side of a shoulder, leaning against the window of the tiny shop. Her white sundress looked kinda flowy in the wind and she gave this kinda professional smile. Like she was at a photoshoot or something. Then again for her Broadway thing, made she did photoshoots. He made a mental note to Google her when he got back to his hotel room.
"Very nice!" He praised, showing her the final product and stuffing his camera back into his pocket. The two walked into a nearby boutique that specialized in sunglasses and Cory automatically tried on the giant pair of rainbow-patterned ones. "Should I wear these to the club tonight?" He grinned goofily.
"No." Lea stated, biting back a laugh.
"Am I embarrassing you?"
"Yes. I don't know you." The brunette shuffled away with a hearty laugh. "Why do you always take pictures of me? Are you obsessed with me, Cory Monteith?"
"Yes. Hah! Actually I dunno! I like taking pictures. Your a good subject. Plus I like to keep the memories."
A smile grew on the starlet's face as she reached up and removed the silly sunglasses from his face, replacing them with aviators. "There. Hot. You look very good, Cory."
The boy burst into a grin at the compliment and examined himself in the mirror as the girl kept chattering away. "I like the idea of keeping memories. You know what you should do? You should make a scrapbook."
"Scrapbook?" Cory asked, taking off the glasses. "I don't know how to scrapbook. That's a little to girly. How about I send you the pictures and you make the scrapbook."
"Deal!" Lea laughed. "And buy these ones. You look handsome."
Lea smoothed her short black dress and let her hands hug her hips. She was looking good tonight in her opinion and she could already feel the adrenaline pumping. Sneaking into a club with the guy she was becoming increasingly crazy about? That would be a story to tell the cast when she got back.
If it were her Spring friends having a party, she would have no concern for drunken behavior. But this was Cory and she wanted him to see her as the mature young adult she was. She wanted to impress him. Show him she cared.
"Hey! You look awesome." He greeted, walking up the front porch of her aunt's summer home and taking her hand in his.
"Not to shabby yourself!" She stated in a high-pitched squeak, walking towards the busy street of their destination.
The club was to easy to enter. Cory just waved his drivers license at the man by the door and BAM! Easy access. The dance floor was the first place she took him, pulling his arm with excitement and urging him to 'show her his moves'.
"You don't want to see my moves, believe me." He chuckled, nervously. "I'll step on your toes. Which are weirdly long by the way."
"My...Hey! My feet are completely normal!"
"Nah, they're cute. They're just like super big in proportion to your size!" Cory paused and nodded his head. "I'm gonna stop talking now."
He did the robot and tried to copy the dance moves of the guy next to them but ended up stepping all over her feet just like he had feared. They resorted to grinding and she was going to town. "Y-Your hair smells like peaches." He mumbled, scrunching his back down to be closer to her level.
They headed over to the bar next and he got some water while she got one of those fancy little martinis with an umbrella in the glass. She went on and on about how she liked that umbrella. It was kind of adorable.
"Are you having fun?" Cory asked her.
Lea nodded and sipped her drink as she crossed her legs. "Mhm. It's great." She smiled widely, her dark eyes falling on his drink. Here she was expecting this big party animal. He had told her stories and this was not the party-Cory she had been warned about. "Are you going to have any drinks?"
"Nah." The tall boy shrugged. "I'm stickin' with water tonight."
He looked nervous and almost out of place. Dancing had been fine but now that they were sitting, this looked like the last place he wanted to be.
"We're at a club..." Lea said gently, touching his hand. "What's up? Something is bothering you, I can tell."
Cory looked at her in surprise, like he actually assumed he was at all good at hiding his emotions. She could read him like a book. And she couldn't put the book down.
"I dunno I guess I don't want to be an idiot like I used to be when I did this stuff. Don't wanna embarrass myself. Tryin' to keep the change you know?"
As Lea watched him, her brow furrowed and her posture stiffened. How could she have been so stupid? Here he was, opening himself up about his past and she had suggested going to a place that was clearly something he was trying get rid of. "Cory, I'm sorry. This was crazy of me, I didn't even think-"
"No! No, don't worry! I wanted to come here with you, really. We can still have fun if I don't drink. I mean maybe I'll have one beer later, I don't know."
The Italian girl nodded and hopped off of her stool, taking his hand gently in hers. "Wanna get out of here? We can go to the beach instead. Spend the night somewhere else."
She watched a grateful and quirky smile inch onto his face and had no regrets about her decision. Clubs were definitely overrated anyways.
The two walked along the beach, Lea focused on the footprints that the pair were making along the sand. "Maybe you should start contributing to our agendas, that wasn't such a great idea." She laughed, wrapping her arms around one of his.
"Huh? Oh. Nah, I'm not creative like you and stuff. I like your agendas! Hey." Cory stopped their slow pace, gently turning her to face him. "I wanted to ask you something. Will you be my girlfriend?" He licked his lips and shrugged. "I was thinkin' we always have phone calls and like we could even write letters or something, I hear girls like that. And I can look for gigs in New York I bet."
Her big brown eyes looked up at him with emotion and affection. "I'd love that." She whispered. "I would be honored. A-And people in the music business are almost always long distance! You can come to New York and come see my show! You'd like it."
There was that loud contagious laugh followed by the sudden taste of peanut butter...
