I honestly had a lot of fun writing this because it was just too damn cute. I love Mark and Dianna. I just wish Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, and Brad Falchuck did too. As always, I don't own Glee and please review!
"Dianna, you look fabulous!" Naya Rivera said, gasping upon seeing the blonde beauty step out of her bathroom in a black, white, and purple dress with black flats. "Thanks, Nay-Nay." she said affectionately. "So why exactly am I dressing up?"
"You, my dear, are going to have the most spectacular night of your life!" Lea said with excitement. "Oh. My. God. You guys did not set me up on a blind date for my birthday, did you?" She shrieked, her eyebrow cocked as she glared at the girls sitting on Naya's bed. "Not blind, and not a date...but kind of a "I need glasses to read" sort of "let's spend time together" type thing..." Lea replied, not really knowing what to call it. "Well who's the guy?"
Just as Jenna was about to reply, Naya heard a knock on her hotel room door. "It's me." Jason Agron, Dianna's younger brother, said with a smile. "Um, what's going on?" Dianna questioned, worrying they'd just set her up on a date with her brother.
"Nothing." Lea and Naya said as they linked their arms with her and took her to the door. "Hey. You look awesome", he said with a smile. "She ready?" He looked at Lea, who nodded in response.
He took her by the arm and walked with her to the elevator. "Um...Jason" she stood in the elevator awkwardly and looked at the floor "Are you my date?" "No, of course not!" He winced jokingly at the thought. "I'm just your chauffeur and the guy who-stares at him angrily and makes sure he doesn't get handsy." He joked, wrapping an arm around his sister who looked quite nervous and scared. "Okay" She said softly and walked out with him when they got to the ground floor of the New York Hilton where the Glee cast was staying while they were there shooting.
He walked her across the street to a parked limousine with dark tinted windows. "Lady Dianna Agron, I present to you your escort for this evening, Lord Mark Salling." Jason joked with a courteous smile.
He opened the limousine door to reveal Mark sitting in the back seat with in a dark three piece suit and a top hat. His look much resembled the Mad Hatter from Alice In Wonderland, which was the goal. Mark got out of the car to allow her to get in. Jason closed the door behind them and climbed into the drivers seat.
"Happy Birthday, Little Lamb." He greeted her after they were alone. "Mark" She uttered in disbelief and confusion "What is this?" She asked. He laughed at how cute he thought she looked when she was surprised.
"Nothing. Just a friend and someone who wants to be more than that celebrating a birthday." Mark leaned in and took a deep breath before realizing that the privacy screen was down. He quickly hit the button so her brother couldn't see them and pecked her softly. Their lips collided in a soft expression of his love.
"Um, Mark" she breathed heavily as she pulled away from the kiss. Before she could question him or anything that would happen that night, he pulled her into his arms. She laid her head softly on his shoulder. Dianna rubbed her cheek softly with the velvety-suede material of his jacket.
"You look like something out of-" "Alice in Wonderland?" He cut her off and laughed. "Exactly." Dianna smiled her pearly-white-million-watt-smile. She began to blush as Mark kissed the top of her head. "By the way, Di, I love the new haircut." "Aw, thank you." She said, placing her hand on top of his.
If someone who didn't know them personally or who they were would have seen them, they'd think these two were on their way to their honeymoon. They were so relaxed. So natural. So perfect together.
"So what exactly are we doing tonight, Mark?" She said upon realizing that they'd been in the car for well over an hour, talking about whatever came to mind. "I thought we'd spend a nice quiet night away from the city and all the paparazzi and that kinda stuff." He replied, still trying to hide her surprise. "Mark" she cocked her eyebrow, wanting to know more. "Mhmm?" He answered, pretending he was oblivious for her obvious yearning to find out.
Before she could open her mouth to speak again, he took out a notebook and a pencil. "Wanna play hangman?" He offered sweetly. "Sure" "Do you wanna go first or me?" "You go." Dianna replied with a sweet smile. The mohawked actor stuck his tongue out trying to concentrate on the write phrase to use. When he thought of the right one he wrote down enough spaces for six words. He jotted " _ _ _ /_ _ _ _'_/_ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _ _ _/ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _?" onto the paper and laughed when she scrunched her nose. He drew a noose and an executioner, which was really just a stick man who looked angry. They played until she couldn't figure it out. "Alright, fine, Princess" He conceded. "The answer was 'Why aren't Puck and Quinn together?' You lose!" He laughed and she took the paper from him. "My turn!" She giggled, taking his pencil.
"Lord Mark, Lady Dianna, it is my pleasure to tell you we've arrived at your destination." Jason voice came over the intercom and they both laughed at the formality. Mark had come up with the whole 'Lord Mark and Lady Dianna' joke but it still seemed weird to him.
When they arrived, they were in Atlantic City, New Jersey. "Atlantic City, Mark?" she read a near-by sign as she and Mark got out of the car. "No, my lady, this is Wonderland. Come. Let's have tea!" He said in his best Mad Hatter voice. Before he could finish his sentence, they both began laughing hysterically right there on the beach. They walked along the beach before coming to an area with a blanket, candles and Mark's old C.F. Martin Guitar Co. made acoustic.
She laughed, staring at the scene before them and then at Mark. It was just so cheesy. So perfect. "Mark, is this a date?" He couldn't help but smile. "Not unless you want it to be" He turned, faced her, and took her hands in his. He sat down on the red blanket that laid softly on the sand. "Dianna, we've known each other at least two years. In two years, a lot can happen. You can go from that girl who guest-star on Heroes to Quinn Fucking Fabray, the hottest girl on Glee. You can also fall in love with that girl. I did. Di, I love you and I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier. Look, I'm no good with words" She smiled and stared into his loving eyes. She felt like protesting against his last statement but it wasn't worth it to ruin the moment. "but Adele is." The young man picked up his guitar and wrapped the frayed strap around himself. He began to finger-pick the string softly. His hand moved up the neck swiftly and he began to sing Adele's "Love Song".
"Jesus Christ, she's beautiful. Is there anything in the world more perfect than her?" Mark thought to himself as he sang the words "However far away I will always love you."
"Oh my god. Is this really happening? Mark Salling loves me?" She thought to herself. She usually thought in her normal speaking voice but in that moment, her mind was screaming. She was so confused yet so elated. "Just tell him, Di! Tell him you love him back! Tell him now! No! Wait til he's done. You don't want to interrupt him!" She argued with herself, trying to decide what to do and say.
When he finished, he gazed into her hazel eyes and took a deep breath. "I love everything about you, Dianna. I love that when you get sidetracked, you get really hyper and sometimes you stand on your tippy-toes like a little kid asking for candy. I love that when you read, your breathing slows down and you look so peaceful. I love that you're the most beautiful woman in the world, yet you're so modest." He rambled for quite a while. He was so entranced, he'd basically forgotten how to shut his own mouth.
"I love that you're not afraid to be weird, which you've practically turned into an art form. I love that when you have a bitchy script as Quinn, you cry and apologize a million times when we finish shooting. I love that you don't talk about your personal life with the press. God knows if you did, I must just die knowing how many guys other than got to hold you and call you their's. I love the cute face you're making right now that looks like you want me to stop talking, but if I do, you won't have any words to say and it'll just be an awkward silence" Before either could reckon what was going on, she leaned in, wrapped both arms around his neck, and kissed him.
Seconds passed, then minutes. They were brought back to Earth by the sun shining down directly over them as it began to set. She lay comfortably on top of him, pecking his lips sweetly. It wasn't a Quinn/Puck onscreen moment, it wasn't a publicity stunt, it was just two people in love being so natural with each other. After coming to realizing where she was and what she felt, she broke their silence.
"Oh, wow." She exhaled, gathering her thoughts. "Alright, Di, don't screw this up!" The blonde actress gave herself an internal pep-talk quickly. "Mark, I feel the exact same way about you. I love when you sing. I love when you dance. I love when you goof off with Cory and Kevin at work. I love the faces you make when you get yelled at for it. I love that you love me. I love that I don't have to hide these feelings anymore." Dianna spilled her guts, hoping she'd just done him justice. "Every morning when we're at work, all I want is to storm up to Ryan, Brad, and Ian and demand a scene with Puck, just so I can fantasize we're together." She laughed, embarrassed at just how much she loved the man, lying underneath her. "Seriously, babe?" "Yes" She whispered, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "I have actually done that..." He mused, his cheeks also flushing.
"But, it was pointless so I started reading this thing called 'fanfiction'. It's basically fans writing fiction, duh, about us. I honestly think it's better than our jobs." Mark chuckled, the very words coming from his mouth embarrassed him. "Yeah? Tell me about it."
She knew what fanfiction was. She even wrote some of her own, both for Glee and Alice In Wonderland. Dianna just wanted to hear him explain it, because it meant hearing his voice talking to her. Only her.
"Alright, so there's this one author I like in particular. Her username is LilGulie5. She writes really some pretty epic stories. They're kinda long for an internet website but in real life, they'd probably be like a short novel or something." He placed his hands behind his head, showing just how comfortable and relaxed she'd made him. "One's called Just Let Me Try. It's like twenty chapters of Quick goodness. I read it at night when I can't sleep because I can totally imagine us together when I read it. There's a sequel too. It's called We Can Do This." He laughed at the story titles. "I think she knows my lines better than I do. Anyways, the sequel is Puck and Quinn after the baby, except they've kept it and they're together. It's so damn sweet. It's like a bowl of sugar exploded. She's even got my way of talking down." She smiled down at him, not wanting him to ever stop talking.
"And there's this other girl, I can't think of her username at the moment, but she writes amazing stories about us. It's not Puck and Quinn, it's specifically Mark and Dianna. It's amazing. My favorite is this one where we go to an Adele concert and that fuckin' Alex Pettyfer dickwad shows up and I beat the living shit out of him and then the two of us go home and bang." He laughed, realizing just how ridiculous it all sounded. "God I hope she doesn't think I'm as dumb as I do." He thought to himself, really curious if she did.
"Mark?" She finally spoke, easing off of him and then laying down beside him. The young blonde propped herself up on her left elbow. "Is there French in that particular story?" She gazed into his eyes, studying him carefully. "Yeah? Why?" He asked, with a quite confused look on his face that she found adorable. "I, um" She spoke in a low tone just above a whisper. "I wrote that story, Mark." "Whoa." He sat back, both shocked and amused. He didn't know what to say. "It was awesome, Di." He rose from his relaxed spot on the blanket.
"Shit" He said under his breath as he gathered his guitar, blew out the candles, and picked up his "Mad Hatter" hat from its place in the sand. "What?" She said, still propped up on her elbow on the blanket. "There was kind of a dinner for you at your apartment tonight. We didn't miss it." Mark chuckled nervously and ran a hand through the thin strip of hair on his head. She loved when he did that.
"So, what's the problem?" She asked, rising from her spot and wrapping two loving arms around him. "Nothing. We're just like an hour and a half late and it takes two hours to get back. Chris and Jenna are going to kill us. Well, me, not you." "It's okay, we'll just explain everything when we get back. Besides, don't tell anyone, but I'd much rather be alone with you than surrounded by them." She felt him smiling brightly as she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed his chin.
They gathered the rest of their things from the sand and walked back to the car, hand in hand. "Does this mean we're dating now?" She'd asked him, slipping into the back seat with his jacket over her shoulders. "If you want to be." He responded, shrugging his shoulder.
He was trying to keep his cool but inside he was screaming "We better be. You're wearing my jacket, I'm carrying your purse, and we just spilled our guts on that beach."
In her head the only thoughts she could manage were "Oh god, please! Yes, please! Just imagine! Mark and Dianna Salling. Dianna Salling. Dianna Agron-Salling? Dianna Salgron?"
"If it's about if I wanted to date you, our anniversary is, like, years ago." She joked and he laughed, but inside she was serious. She'd loved him since the first time they read the script for "Preggers". He had too.
On the long drive home, they talked for what seemed like a lifetime. In reality it was about two and a half hours. The discussion topics ranged from how'd they tell their friends, to if they ever saw their new relationship being a problem with the media. He'd even confessed that he was the one who'd sent the card that he hired a courier to deliver it and that he wanted the courier to look somewhat like him so she'd be confused because he found her confused face adorable.
When they got back to New York City, he took her to her apartment building and they met with their friends as if it was a twentieth high school reunion.
"Where the hell were you guys?" Cory asked Mark then turned toward Dianna. "Lea basically lost her voice yelling at your brother, Di!" He joked, wrapping both arms around them. Darren happened to snap a picture of the cute scene before him with his cell phone.
At dinner that night, Mark and Dianna told the cast of Glee as well as her best friend, Addison, who'd they invited to the party. Floods of congratulations came their way. Mark even gave her present in front of everyone, which was a black skull with diamonds for eyes pendant. He put it on her and everyone cheered as if they'd just gotten friends couldn't be happier for them, but more importantly, Mark and Dianna couldn't be either.
Hope you saw your shoutout, Katie (Lilgulie5)! I love your stuff! Reviews are always appreciated! PS- That story that Mark says Dianna wrote isn't real but I will write if I get enough requests in the reviews! Love you all!