I don't know why these chapters keep posting weird but hopefully this fixes it. If this story gets reported after 8 years, its also on Archive of Our Own. Cnhedges is my author name. Enjoy!

"Dianna, turn that off," Naya told her friend. The blonde had been obsessing over the entertainment news ever since Jake had been arrested the previous day.

"I want to know what they are saying about me," Dianna told her, not turning her eyes away from the TV.

"Glee alum, Dianna Agron, has accused a PA on the show of sexual assault. The man was arrested yesterday and taken from Paramount Studios in the middle of filming. The 26-year-old actress has yet to formally announce her pregnancy but sources say the child is a result of the alleged assault. Dianna, who appeared in the first 3 seasons of the hit show, will not be returning when the show premieres next month. For more on this story, visit our website."

"It's just going to make you crazy to watch it." Naya told her, physically removing the remote from her hand.

Dianna put her head in her hands for a moment before looking up at her friend. "I can't believe Lea did this, Naya."

"Di…" Naya said quietly, "this isn't Lea's fault and you know it."

"She's the one that got him arrested!" Dianna yelled.

"Hey, calm down. It's not good for my niece for you to yell," Naya told her, putting her hand on her arm. "Listen to me very carefully. Lea may have told that it was Jake who did this to you and for that, maybe she was wrong but Lea didn't do this to you. Lea isn't at fault. Lea isn't the reason that you were raped or that you're pregnant. I know it's easier to blame someone you love than someone you hate but Lea is not to blame for this."

Dianna sat quietly. She hadn't talked to Lea since the day before. The brunette had not even called. Not once. Usually when they fought, Lea blew up her phone until the blonde inevitably gave in and answered. "I'm pregnant, Naya. Pregnant. Actually pregnant. There is a small human growing inside me. One that I will have to love and take care of and actually keep alive. I'm terrified. Shaking, butterflies in my stomach, want to throw up all the time, terrified. I was…I was…." Dianna stuttered, trying to get the word to come out of her mouth, "raped. I'm broken and dirty and pregnant. The only time I don't feel broken is when I'm in her arms, Naya. That's the only time. And she betrayed me." Dianna finished and sat there when she finished, waiting for Naya to say something.

"You can't hate her forever," Naya told her.

"I know," Dianna told her.

"Forgive her." Naya told her.

"I will. Eventually. Right now, I need to be mad though. Right now, I need to be mad. Right now, I need to be hurt."

"I respect that," Naya told her, "but you know Lea. Please remember that she only acts strong. If you take too long to forgive her, it might break her. I understand being mad. It's okay to be mad. She's your best friend though. Don't take too long." Naya leaned over and kissed Dianna on the cheek. "I have to get to set. Call me if you need me. And remember, Naya is an excellent name for a baby," Naya winked before waving goodbye and walking out the front door.

Dianna picked up her phone and opened her Twitter app. It only took a few tweets before she threw the phone across the room causing Arthur to chase after it and bring it back. She rolled her eyes and thanked him before tossing the phone onto the coffee table. People thought she was lying. They were calling her a slut. Why was it when a woman was raped, that people just assumed she was a lying? Why was that a thing? Dianna grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her mouth and screamed.

Dianna was woken up by the sound of knocking at her front door a couple hours later. Her entire body tensed and she stared at the door. She willed herself to go and look to see who it was, to answer it but she couldn't. She was frozen in fear. The knock came again but this time there was a voice that accompanied it.

"Dianna, let me in." Lea said through the wood.

Dianna let out a sigh of relief and tears fell from her eyes. She walked over to the door and opened it before walking back to the couch. "Why are you here?"

Lea walked over to her and sat down, reaching over to wipe the tears falling from hazel eyes. Dianna pulled away.

"Why are you here, Lea?" Dianna asked again.

"I'm surprised you moved back home, alone," Lea said, ignoring the question. She stood up and walked over to the fireplace before turning around and looking at the blonde.

"I had no where else to go." Dianna snapped.

"You didn't have to move out," Lea told her.

"I did!" Dianna yelled.

"I didn't come here to fight with you, Di."

"Then why are you here?" Dianna snapped.

"To talk to my girlfriend." Lea replies, her voice wavering slightly.

"And who is your girlfriend exactly? It can't be me." Dianna whipped back, her anger rising again.

"Dianna, please." Lea begged, her chocolate eyes filling with tears. "I love you."

"Then you should've thought about that before you went behind my back to hurt me." Dianna quickly replied.

"I didn't mean to! I was just so mad at seeing him at work and he was laughing and acting like he had no cares in the world. The next thing I knew, I was screaming at him. Cory and Mark had to restrain me. Ryan came out, asked what was going on and the words just tumbled out before I could stop them." Lea pleaded. "I'm so sorry."

Dianna chewed on the inside of her lip as Lea talked. Taking the words in but not truly caring. She knew Lea was just trying to stand up for her and she loved the tiny woman for that but she was so hurt by the betrayal.

"You broke my trust, Lea." Dianna said simply. "I don't know how to get that back. Not when I have a daughter to look out for now."

"She's mine too, Di," Lea pressed.

"She was. But not anymore."

"Dianna," Lea broke down into sobs, collapsing onto the ground. Dianna fought herself hard, all the wanted was to wrap her arms around Lea and tell her she was forgiven.

"You can leave now." Dianna said instead. She turned around and walked to her bedroom, shutting the door before breaking down into her own sobs.