I really hope you guys don't mind the bit of smut at the beginning. It's all in good fun, and honestly if Mark and Dianna were dating, I'd have no doubt that he'd have fantasies about his own girlfriend when he saw her Cosmo photoshoot. Please read and review!

It was Tuesday night and Mark Salling had just played a few rounds of disc golf in a park Cory'd shown him. It was pretty late and he was exhausted so as soon as he got back to his and Dianna's shared hotel room, he crashed on the bed.

"Di? Dianna? Princess?" He called out as he dropped his duffel bag of frisbees and binoculars, just in case he saw any birds, by the door. Seeing as he hadn't eaten since about one that afternoon, he headed to the small kitchenette where he found a post-it stuck onto the small black refrigerator. He grabbed a cold beer from the mini fridge and read the note. It said in her neat girly script:

Marky Mark-

Went shopping and to dinner with Naya and Jenna. Be back around 9. Love you! xoxo

-Di.

Normally, he'd be a bit frustrated that she'd gone out without calling him first to tell him, but her cosmopolitan photoshoot pictures had just come out and they hadn't...done the deed...in over a week. "Score!" he thought to himself, running into the bedroom, beer and sandwich in hand.

After finishing his sandwich and watching a few minutes of ESPNews, he quickly logged into the laptop that he and Dianna shared and opened a folder on the desktop labeled "Mark time" that consisted of his girlfriend's suggestive GQ photos and more recently, her cosmo photos. He glanced at the clock, which read 8:48 PM. "Fuck it, I've got time.", Mark thought to himself before reaching his hand into his black basketball shorts and disappearing into his 'happy place'.

At about 9PM, when Dianna said she'd be back, Mark was spread out on their king-sized bed, happily stroking himself to an image that heavily featured Dianna's behind. Toes spread and moaning, he didn't hear his girlfriend open and close the door and drop her purse onto the floor loudly. Notably tired, she entered the room then shrieked at the sight before her. Upon her arrival, Mark slammed the lid of the laptop down and covered himself with a blanket.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" He cursed and earned a scream from his girlfriend.

"Mark, what the hell?" She replied, angry and worried that he was looking at porn on their computer. "Dianna, I swear it's not what it looks like!", he tried to reason, but it was too late. Dianna was already sitting on the edge of their bed and opening the recently-closed laptop. When she realized that the images he was looking at were of in fact of her and not some red-light-district porn star, she was relieved. She was also visibly embarrassed.

"Oh I see." She murmured, closing the laptop and setting it down on the end table next to her side of the bed. "Honey it's okay." She whispered, propping herself up on her elbow and lounging beside her boyfriend. Dianna rubbed his short hair and smiled, somewhat ashamed of herself for thinking Mark would look at other women on the Internet.

"Thank you, baby." Mark replied with a sigh of relief. He'd only seen mad Dianna at work when she was playing Quinn but he didn't want to see it at home. "Besides, you have to admit", he smirked. "You look pretty damn hot in these pics', princess."

"Thank you, baby." She got up off the bed, then walked over to their dresser. She opened the top drawer and from it she retrieved a satin nightgown. Di then sat down at the vanity, removed her make-up, then undressed. Before she could slip on the purple pajamas, Mark piped up. "Hold up, babe. Why the nightie?" "Because it's night, Mark." She replied curtly. It had been a long day of being harassed by photographers, so the last thing on her mind was sex. "Ugh, fine." The mohawked man scoffed facetiously. He lifted the comforter and patted her side of the bed.

She climbed into bed and cuddled with Mark, who although had recently had the shit scared of him, maintained an erection. "Mark", Dianna mumbled, feeling it as she rubbed against him as she usually did while they slept. "Sorry, little lamb." He chuckled nervously. "W-want me to go take a-" But the blonde in bed was already nodding off to sleep. He gingerly crept out of bed and into their bathroom.

He shucked off his white wife-beater, black shorts, and polka-dot boxers. He snatched a towel off the pile of neatly folded towels by the bathtub and threw it over the chrome towel-bar near the shower. He stepped in and turned the water on slowly as not to wake Dianna. Deciding that a cold shower would only solve the immediate problem and not the actual sexual frustration, he let warm water run down his body and returned to his happy place. His muffled moans echoed as he reached his acme."Whoa! I'm fucking becoming Puckerman!" Mark joked to himself as he rinsed the results down the drain and turned off the water. The moans had awoken Dianna, who'd fallen asleep with a similar thought about her boyfriend.

Dianna welcomed him into their bed after he'd toweled off and thrown a pair of underwear and sweat pants. "What the hell am I going to do with you?" She laughed, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her small arms around him like a child holding a teddy bear. "I can think of several things..." He joked and waggled his eyebrows. "Good night, Mark." She feigned anger and seriousness, but couldn't hold back a small laugh.

"Morning, sleepy head." Dianna greeted the sleeping man in her bed with a kiss. "Wha-what?" He said, shifting awkwardly. "Nothing, babe. Go back to sleep." She smiled and kissed his nose sweetly. Together, they both returned to sleep. Later, they awoke to do some sight-seeing and then the concert at the Air Canada Centre.

At the concert, instead of Dianna's usual 'Lucy Caboosey' shirt, she donned a very controversial shirt with the words 'Likes Girls' on it. She being the only cast member who knew about it flaunted the shirt as a way of supporting the LBGT community, shocking the entire stadium and her cast members. But the shock had been far too much for her boyfriend, seeing as he imploded back at their hotel room.

"There's no way she's gay. No fuckin' way. She and Lea are just friends. Just friends. That's all. Just friends." Mark repeated to himself internally during the car ride home. "It's not like she's using me. That's crazy shit. She's straight. She's totally straight." He thought, trying not to question his relationship with her. It wasn't that he was against her being gay; he was just against being her beard.

"Baby, let me explain", she started. Dianna sat down on the bed and invited her clearly upset boyfriend to join her. "What the hell was that, Di? Are you honestly gay? Have you been using me? Like seriously, what the hell? What the fuck?" He began shouting and rose from his seat on the bed. "Honey, calm down. I wore it as an homage to the LBGT community. I'm not gay." She whispered, still sitting on the bed calmly. "Oh." was all Mark could manage. He then sat down on the bed and held her tightly. "I'm sorry. I should've told you I was going to wear the shirt." She whispered to him. "No, I'm sorry I freaked."

Neither of the two slept that night. Instead they took turns telling each other what they liked about the other. The stunt she'd pulled that night. That was definitely mentioned more than once, as well as her bravery and the fact that she was Mark's role model.

In the morning, before she even showered, Dianna spent at least half an hour posting a statement about the previous night's stunt. Texts from Cory, Kevin, Amber, and Lea all flooded her phone, begging for answers about the t-shirt. All she replied was a link to her tumblr post about it.

"I love you" Mark said, dreamily as he propped himself on his elbow in bed. The way he said was different though. Mark had found a new level of respect for his girl. She wasn't just a Hollywood good girl, she was the ultimate role model and he couldn't be any more proud of the woman he was lucky enough to call his.

The whole cast gathered in one of the hotel's ballrooms for breakfast. Of course, Mark felt the need to display a little affection at the table to prove she really wasn't gay while she explained. The entire group gaped, clapped, and stared at her in amazement. "That is literally the most noble thing I've ever heard, little lamb!" Amber said, trapping her in a hug. "Damn, the balls on you, girl!" Kevin joked and flashed a thumbs up to her from across the table. Lea could only beam at the girl. She and Dianna both silently agreed to hug later because the paparazzi could be anywhere, trying to say that she lied and was actually a lesbian. Though Amber and Kevin were quite vocal about their praise, some where clearly taken aback. Chris, having been so moved by her stunt, wiped away a few tears and then got up from his seat and lifted her from her chair into a suffocating hug.