Monday after Lilian finished her announcing duties she headed back to the locker room to get changed. She and Maria were rooming for this week. Dave had let her go with Maria since she and CM Punk were always together. And the next night, Maria and Lilian were going to Manhattan for the ECW show.

After the two divas got settled in their hotel room, Lilian headed to take a shower. She tried to let the hot water soothe some thoughts into her. She hadn't seen Kurt since the day he had picked her up from the hospital. And she was sure he had found out Dave kissed her. They didn't actually have sex, but they kissed and that was enough to seriously piss Kurt off. Dave called her cell phone earlier in the afternoon to check on her, so at least she knew they hadn't killed each other.

"Lil? You okay in there?" Maria's voice brought her thoughts to a halt.

"Yeah, sorry, I'll be out in a second," she called back.

The younger Diva nodded her head and went back over to her bed. "Okay."

A few minutes later, Lilian slipped out of the shower. She glanced over at her reflection in the mirror, thankful that bruises was finally starting to go away. After drying her hair she changed into her outfit for the night, a simple black skirt and white tank top, the outfit finished off with a pair of her signature black boots. Adjusting her make up, she slowly left the bathroom.

"About time." Maria teased her playfully only to be flipped off by the older Diva. "Hey, that's not very nice."

She smiled sweetly. "Oops?"

"We better get going though. Trish is waiting for us." The brunette rose from her bed, grabbing her purse and putting her cell phone and a room key inside before zipping it up.

"Alright, let's go. I'm ready to get my ass trashed!" Lilian replied, grinning and getting her own purse.

"Sometimes you worry me Lil," Maria said sympathetically. They started to walk out the door, but she stopped Lilian. "Oh, look, Trish might ask you a lot about you and Dave so…just be ready for that."

Lilian nodded. "I figured that. I didn't really get the chance to talk to her, and I won't if we don't leave."

Maria smiled. "Alright, let's go."

The ride to the club was accompanied with quiet chatter between the two girls. Once Maria parked they climbed out and headed to the entrance where they were greeted by an extremely hyper Canadian Diva.

"God, it took you long enough!"

"You know how long Lilian takes when she's in the shower!"

Trish made a face and nodded. "So what album did she sing tonight?"

Lilian sent her friends a playful pout. "I hate you both. Now let's go, I wanna get drunk!"

The blonde diva arched a brow. "I don't know about that young lady, you're not that great at holding your alcohol."

"I don't care, come on please?" She batted her lashes, her voice taking on a whining tone.

Once they had shut Lilian up with a couple Martinis and Long Island Iced Teas, Trish decided to start laying on the questions.

"So Lil, how far did you and Dave get this past weekend?"

"What?" she slurred. "We didn't do anything! But I soooo wanted to, if you know what I mean!" She giggled and took another sip of her drink.

The other to sober girls exchanged glances. "God help you now, Lil," Maria murmured before taking a sip of her Cosmo.

"Mhm, and how was it?" Trish pressed, playing with the straw in her glass.

"Oh, it was good!" the songbird answered, finishing off her Martini.

Trish arched a brow as Lilian ordered another round of Martinis for…herself. "So...what exactly does this mean for the two of you?"

The petite Diva giggled. "Oh Trisha, what do you mean? We're not getting married or anything, it's just sex! Damn good sex...but sex!"

Maria shook her head and spoke softly. "Lil...maybe you've had enough."

"I'm a big girl 'Ria...I'll know when I've had enough!" Each word came out a little more slurred than the previous but she didn't seem to notice. Instead she focused her attention on a jukebox in the corner of the club. "Oooh I wanna siiiiiing!"

Before either one could stop her she had already made her way over to the jukebox, grabbing a microphone the bar had laying on the makeshift stage.

"Oh God…" Trish said quietly.

"Look what you've done!" Maria practically yelled.

All they could do was watch in embarrassment as their best friend made an all out fool of herself. Normally, when she was sober, Lilian had a beautiful voice that made everyone around her fall in love with it. However, when she was drunk off her ass, she couldn't carry a tune.

She began to belt out the lyrics to Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing.

"Babyyyy, I got sick this mornin'! A sea was storming inside of meeeeee! Babyyyy, I think I'm capsizing, the waves are riiiisiiiing and riiiisiiing! And when I get that feeeeeeelin', I want…sexuaaal healin'!"

"I do not know her," Trish mumbled, turning back to her drink and the bar.

Maria cringed as Lilian tried for one of the high notes, turning to look away. "Think we can slip out?"

"It's worth a try." The two quickly climbed out of their seats, turning just in time to see Lilian climbing up on the bar as Madonna's Like a Virgin started to play.

"God help us!" The younger Diva grabbed Trish's hand and pulled her over to the bar. "Lilian Garcia, get down here now!"

Lilian shrugged them off and continued singing. "I was beeeeat incomplete, I'd been had, I was sad and bluuue. But you made me feeeel, yeah, you made me feeeeel shiny and newwww"

Trish stepped forward and all but pulled the drunk blonde off of the bar, only to be booed by the male patrons who figured Lilian would start stripping or something. She sighed and with Maria's help carried her back out to the car.

"I hope she doesn't puke in this," Maria whispered to Trish.

Lilian was still singing, this time to Madonna's Hanky Panky. "Liiiike hanky pankyyyy, nothing like a gooooood spankyyyyyy! Don't take out your handerchieeeefs, I don't wanna cryyyyyyyy, I just want a … HAAAAANKYYYY PAAAANKYYYY GUYYYY!"

"You better hurry. I'll come by your room later with some Advil." Trish patted her friend on the back before leaving to get into her car.

No sooner did Maria have Lilian back in their room, she started throwing up. "I am going to kill Trish for giving you those drinks," she muttered, keeping the blonde's hair out of her face.

Once Lilian felt she was okay, Maria helped her to sit back against the wall while she got her a wet washcloth. The blonde Diva had her eyes closed, impulsively pulling her legs up to her chest. She murmured softly, "You're not gonna hit me are you?"

Maria frowned. "What Lil..." She shook her head, realizing in her current state Lilian probably couldn't tell who was in the room with you. She sighed softly and knelt down in front of her. "I'm not going to hurt you, Lily."

She whimpered trying to move away. "But I got sick, that's…that's a sign of weakness."

"Holy shit," Maria whispered so Lilian couldn't hear her. "Let's get you into bed okay?"

"Stop yelling, I'm sorry," she whimpered.

Maria shook her head, sighing. She helped Lilian into her bed. She bit her lip and quickly went to call Trish. "Hey, will you please come over?" she asked in a hushed voice. "Please? Lil thinks I'm going to hit her, she's think I'm Kurt." Trish said she'd be right over and Maria hung up the receiver.

Arriving shortly there after, Trish sat on the edge of Maria's bed, watching Lilian toss and turn in a restless sleep. "We have got to get her out of this mess."

"I know, I just don't know how. Should we tell Shawn and Dave?"

Trish sighed softly and nodded her head. "I think so; maybe one of them will be able to calm her down."

Maria grabbed her cell and dialed the one she knew could get there the fastest, Shawn. Not even ten minutes later he was knocking on the door. Trish moved to let him in and the two Divas stepped aside as Shawn went over to the bed.

Hesitantly, he reached out and rested his hand on her arm. "Lily..."

She stiffened and tried moving away from him. "Don't hurt me please, I didn't mean to do it."

The three friends exchanged a worried glance, before he pressed on. "Lily, it's Shawn, come on and wake up darlin' you're having a bad dream, that's all."

Slowly she opened her eyes, once she saw him the tears start to fall and she flung herself into his arms.

He rubbed her back trying his best to soothe her. "It's okay, everything is going to be alright."


The next day, Maria and Lilian headed for Manhattan. Lilian had a killer hang over, as expected, so Maria drove.

"Oh my God, my head," she groaned.

"Lil, your head is the least of your worries. Be glad we'll never have to face those people again!" Maria laughed and patted her friend's arm. "You'll be fine, I promise."

After reaching the arena, Maria quickly found her boyfriend. They made sure Lilian was safely with Dave before leaving to do their own thing.

"You look like hell, Blondie," he commented.

"Thanks," she said dryly. "I feel like it too." She laid back on his couch, resting her arm over her eyes. "Where's Kurt?"

"No clue." He came over and sat by her, lifting her legs into his lap. "But I won't let him get you, okay?"

She offered him a weak smile. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me." He replied softly, and gently moved to lift her into his arms. Once he was sure she was comfortable, he gently worked his fingers through her hair. "Did you girls go out partying last night?"

She groaned softly, resting her head against him. "We went out, but I'm the only one who partied. I don't remember much apart from waking up with Shawn, Maria and Trish all in my bed." She sighed softly and looked up at him. "Maria told me I was afraid of her, like she was Kurt or something. This is getting out of hand, Dave."

"Your admitting that is a good start, Lily. Now we work on solving that problem.'

"But what if we can't?"

"You need to have faith, in not only yourself but those around you too."

"I know, it's just I'm scared. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Of course it does!" He tightened his arms around her small body. "You have ever right to be afraid. Kurt has done nothing but beat on you and degrade you." He turned her around to face him. "But he isn't going to anymore. I promise you that I'm going to do everything I can to make him stop and get him out of your life for good."

She played with the collar of his t-shirt, taking a deep breath. "I trust you, David. I know you'll keep me safe."

He grinned softly. "And I'm gonna do everything in my power to protect you, I promise."

She lifted her head and offered him a smile. "I'd never doubt that."

The rest of their time was occupied with small talk and their bickering until it was time for Dave's match. He had changed a little earlier so he was all set to go, the only problem was him letting go of her. Reluctantly he stood up and placed her on the couch, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I'll be back, until then Punk and Maria will keep an eye on you."

She nodded her head, reaching out to grab his hand as he started to go. He glanced down at her, leaning down as she tugged on his arm. "Promise me you'll be careful out there?" Once he nodded she leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome darlin'." He leaned down and gave her another quick kiss before making his way out of the room.

Lilian sat on the couch, turning on the monitor to watch his match. She sighed happily, leaning back into the soft couch. She raised an eyebrow when Dave turned to start yelling at someone. She shrugged and kept watching.

Maria and CM had gone to catering to grab some snacks. A few moments after they were gone, the door reopened.

"Did you guys lose your way or something?" Lilian joked, turning to the door. She felt her heart jump and her breathing automatically came to a stop for a few seconds. "Kurt!"

He smiled arrogantly. "Nice to see you too, baby."

She immediately scooted to the corner of the couch, trying to get as much distance as possible. "What are you doing here?"

"You're my girlfriend, I believe I have the right to see you whenever I please. And, you left this past weekend, without telling me. Do you know how much that hurt me?" He stepped into the room. He was too quick for her as he grabbed her by the hair.

Meanwhile, Dave was trying to get through his match. However, a snide comment made by one of the fans had his mind elsewhere. Your wife deserved to die from cancer. He repeated it over and over, as he and Show exchanged blow after blow.

Once the match came to an end Dave felt his head spinning, not from the multiple blows to the head but from that comment. Sure she was his ex, but that didn't change how much the comment effected him. Struggling to keep his cool, he slowly made his way backstage and to his locker room. He pushed the door open, frowning when he didn't see Lilian. "Lily..." No answer, again he called out and got no answer. A quick glance around the room told him her stuff was still there. He tried telling himself she was probably with Maria and Punk, but he couldn't shake the feeling he had.

He stepped out of the locker room his frustration building. Where are you Blondie? He walked for a few minutes, almost at the point of giving up when he heard her screams. Dave walked quickly towards the sound, tried the door and found it locked. He moved back and ran at the door with all his force, knocking it down. Looking up he saw the source of the screaming, Lilian laid curled up on the floor, her clothing torn, her body shaking with the obvious fear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kurt coming towards him.

"Glad you could join the party, motherfucker," Kurt said with a sadistic smirk.

Dave looked at him, jaw clenched. He decided not to waste any time talking to the sorry bastard. Instead, he walked closer to Lilian.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he heard Kurt question from behind.

Again, he ignored the gold medalist, scooping the frightened blonde into his arms.

Dave carried her out of the locker room and down the hall, his jaw clenched, and his hold on her tightening when he heard Kurt's footsteps. Not stopping for anything, he simply carried her out to his car and placed her inside before climbing in himself, locking the doors and starting it up. Kurt stood in front of the car, and the Animal smirked, rolling down his window.

"Unless you have a death wish, I'd get the fuck out of my way." He revved the engine, inching the car forward, almost annoyed when Kurt jumped out of the way yelling obscenities at them.

After a few minutes Lilian finally spoke up. "Where are we going?"

He glanced over, his eyes locking with hers as he spoke the one simple word that held so much meaning. "Home."