For story purposes, I said I'd like to start off saying that I like to base a lot of this off true stuff about the actor's lives but I'm going to go against that a little for this chapter. I read that Cory doesn't drink in real life but for the sake of the story, I'm going to bend the truth a bit and totally disregard that haha. I can do that.

If you come across any typos or stupid grammatical errors, just skip over those. I'm sure they're spelled close enough to the actual word to understand... it's late as usual.

Anyway, read on!

'Yep, some great plans I have.' Cory thought sarcastically as he flipped through the channels on his TV until he finally stopped on ESPN to watch a re-run of an old Canucks vs. Red Wings game.

He so wanted to just focus on the game; on every penalty, power play, fight, and goal, but he just couldn't. One, it was the fact that he had already seen this game on TV when it was live and he already knew the Canucks won, and two, all he could think about was what Dianna and that jerk Alex were doing. Maybe he should have tagged along, at least to keep an eye on them and try to prevent Alex from getting too close to Di without it looking suspicious on his part.

He just couldn't though. Seeing her with someone else killed him. It made him feel broken down to his core.

So instead, he stayed home in his apartment and played out his 'important' plans of munching down on junk food and possibly doing some P90X afterwards… maybe to that last one.

Cory looked over to the lit up numbers on the cable box.

'Hmm… 7:30pm. Maybe I'll make some food or something else easy… like cereal.' He slowly sat up from his couch, where he had been sitting for about two hours, and made his way to the kitchen.

He dug through his pantry for some Reese's Puff cereal but had an immense amount of trouble trying to search for the bright orange box in all the clutter. Since he had been pretty depressed lately he hadn't had the motivation to go through the cabinets and organize stuff.

After about ten minutes of searching, he finally got his hands on the box only to open it and find it empty.

'Damn. Forgot to go grocery shopping a couple days ago.' He remembered while he threw the used box away. Yeah, he literally didn't have the motivation to do much besides the show these days.

After some quick thinking, Cory remembered he had one of those DiGiorno pizzas in the freezer. He took the slim box from the freezer drawer, peeled the cardboard open, put the pizza on a pan, and threw it in the oven.

For the next half hour, he plopped himself back down on the couch and watched some more television while he waited for the pizza to cook.

While he tried to pay the TV as much attention as he had before, which wasn't much, he heard his iPhone buzz on the coffee table in front of him where he was currently propping his feet upon.

He picked it up and read a text.

Hey Cory! Lea, Chris, Jenna, and I are going to that Italian restaurant Madeos. Wanna join us? –Amber

Normally he'd jump on the chance to go out with his cast mates for dinner since it was always fun to hang out with them off set and they usually picked excellent places to eat, but he just wasn't feeling up to it tonight. Usually, he wasn't one for wallowing in self-pity either. Mostly, he was the person who got the other one out of their funk but he figured he could allow himself one night.

That sounds like it would be a great time but I can't tonight. Maybe another night? –Cory

A few minutes later he got a reply.

Oh Cor. You'll be missing out on fun :) Are you sure…Hmm? –Amber

Cory had a quick laugh at Amber's last attempt to get him to join them. It was always the resident diva to get the cast together for a good time.

Yeah, I'm sure. I'm already cooking something for myself. You guys go have an amazing time though. –Cory

Okay Cory, suit yourself. Have fun eating food cooked by yourself. –Amber

He smiled as he texted back.

Oh, don't worry, I will… As long as I don't burn it haha. Good night :) –Cory

Just as he had set his phone back down on the table he heard the beep from the oven, signaling his cooked pizza.

Cory grabbed some potholders and opened the oven so he could grab the hot pan holding the pizza. He took the hot pizza and set it on top of the stove to cool off a little before he ate any.

As he grabbed his first slice he heard his phone ring. He quickly washed off his hands and dried them on his shirt before he went and picked up the cell phone to answer.

Since it had already rung many times from him washing his hands, he answered the call without even looking at the name that popped up on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey Cor." he heard a woman's voice on the other line.

"Dianna?" he asked, even though he was 99.9% sure it was her. How could he mistake her voice?

"Yes, it's me." she confirmed.

Cory couldn't help but smile upon hearing her voice.

"What's up?" he wondered.

"Well, I told you I'd let you know if any plans changed."

"And have they?" he asked with a playful smirk on his face.

"They have." He could hear her sigh quietly as she told him.

"To what exactly?" he questioned curiously, hoping nothing bad happened since she sounded upset.

"Well, something came up last minute for Alex and he has to go to New York for a couple of days. His agent has him everywhere and she wanted him to leave immediately, so he had to catch a flight there like, twenty minutes ago."

"Oh, that sucks." he said while he picked some peperoni off the pizza and ate it as he tried to sound disappointed for her, even though he was far from it. Bad news for her, good news for him.

"Yeah well, I wasn't ready to let that drag me down, so Cory, I was calling to ask if you had some time off of what you had to do to go out somewhere with me."

Cory furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "From what I had to do?" he wondered.

"Um yeah, from what you had to do. You told me today that you had plans." she answered back, her confused slash suspicious tone growing over the phone.

"Oh, oh those plans!" he drawled for emphasis. "My important ones." He couldn't believe that he had just done that and forgot about his excuse to her today when he had just been thinking how crappy his 'plans' were an hour earlier.

He heard Dianna giggle through the phone before she said anything. "Yes Cory, those plans." She laughed again before asking, "Are they still too important to not be able to do something with me?"

"Well, I don't know, they are pretty crucial." he jokingly told her.

"For me?" she sweetly asked.

Cory couldn't suppress a chuckle at her acted out innocence.

"Hmm… okay." he finally agreed. Obviously, he was going to go out with her no matter what since Alex wouldn't be there but he wanted to lengthen it out so he didn't seem too eager.

"Great!" she happily agreed. "Meet me at 9077 Santa Monica Boulevard."

"Meet you there? Why don't I just meet you at your apartment and we'll go together."

"Because I know if I don't do it this way, you won't want to go to where we're going. I figure once you're there, I'll make you stay." she answered.

"Why do I feel like you're giving me an address to an empty warehouse or a back entrance to an alley way where you'll murder me?" he joked.

"Oh Cory, I don't need a special place to murder you. Anywhere would suffice." she assured him with a laugh.

"Yeah, you're funny." he told her sarcastically with a laugh as well.

"I know. Anyway, just meet me there, let's say, in an hour?"

"Okay, that sounds good."

"Awesome, see you then." And with that, they both hung up their phones.

He let a huge smile on his face as he did a little embarrassing celebratory dance. Yeah, he was that lame.

The pizza sitting on the stove now was the last thing on his mind as he jumped into the shower before he started getting ready.

He felt like a teenage girl when he was deciding on what he would wear out. After about fifteen minutes of digging through his drawers and closet, he decided on a pair of black jeans, a black V-neck tee shirt with a gray zip up hoodie and his favorite black leather jacket over the two. He threw on a pair of gray Nikes to finish it off. Then he quickly brushed his teeth and gelled his hair a little before he grabbed his keys and headed out to his car.

It was a good thing that his car had a built in GPS because he wasn't completely sure where this place was. He had been on Santa Monica Boulevard before but he couldn't really pick out addresses. Finally, the GPS said he was at his destination.

He pulled up to the valet in front of a rather large building.

'Of course…' he sighed in defeat in his head as he softly smiled at the fact that Dianna had told him to meet her at a nightclub, the M.I.6 Club to be exact.

He stepped out of his car and handed the keys to the valet who accepted them and hopped into the car to park it while he started to make his way towards the entrance.

Since this was a big celebrity sighting kind of place, there were paparazzi camped near there.

"Cory, over here buddy!" a pap shouted to get his attention for a picture.

"What are your plans for tonight?" another asked. He wanted to say, "I don't know, 'I'm at a club where people go to socialize, dance, and drink. You do the math genius."

But instead he simply answered, "I'm here meeting a friend."

Just as he was about to be swarmed by more questions and flashes, a big, broad shouldered man dressed in all black stepped forward and in front of Cory as he guided him in.

"Please step away from Mr. Monteith," the man ordered while they walked closer to the doors. The paparazzi did as told and backed up as Cory entered through the doors.

"Thanks man." he said to the guy who gave him a nod in return and stepped back to the outside while Cory made his way farther into the club.

Loud music and chatter from other people immediately filled his ears as he explored the inside looking for Dianna.

He searched through the crowds of people for a good fifteen minutes before stopping and grabbing a seat near the bar.

'Where is she? This better not have been a huge joke just to get me some place where I'm out of my element. I suck at dancing.'

Just as he was about to get up and head out, he felt someone grab onto his shoulder.

Dianna.

"Hey you!" she greeted. "I've been searching for you for like, the past twenty minutes!"

Cory smiled at the sight of seeing her. She looked beautiful, not that she didn't always look gorgeous, but tonight she looked extra pretty. She was wearing a slimming red cocktail dress with cream-colored high, sexy heels. Cory liked it all but he liked it even more that she let her hair stay down, so her golden locks rested a little off her shoulders.

"Yeah, I looked for you for a while and finally gave up. I figured if I stayed in one place long enough you might spot me." He gave her a laughing smile. "You look great by the way." he added.

"Thank you! You don't look too bad yourself."

"So why here?" he questioned. "You had me scratching my head for a little bit when you gave me the address."

She quirked an eyebrow and gave him a devilish smile. "Well, I originally thought we might just grab dinner, then I figured you probably had already eaten since I called around dinner time anyway. I just thought here would be nice because I like to get you out of your comfort zone." When she finished, she still had the same smirk on her face and that twinkle in her eyes.

'You get me out of my comfort zone all the time.' he thought as he gulped.

"You did already eat right?" she wondered, hoping that she hadn't been mistaken in her assumptions.

"Yeah, totally." Cory fibbed. Some peperoni and a slew of junk food counted right?

"Okay good." she said relieved.

There was a slight lull in conversation before Cory began, "You do definitely know how to get me out of my comfort zone. Dancing? Really Di?" He smiled to let her know he wasn't upset just curious.

And there it was again, her smirk. "Well that's why we need to get some drinks so you don't feel as embarrassed when we start dancing."

"You are not getting me to dance. It looks bad enough on international television and that's with choreography training!" he told her, hoping she wouldn't make him make a fool of himself in public.

"You do fine at dancing, plus, I will get you out there. I won't be nice and ask. I'll either pull, drag, haul, or do any other forceful verb I can think of at the time." Dianna looked dead at him when she said this making sure he knew she was serious.

"Oh boy, I'm in for it." he breathed, letting a playful smirk on his face now.

"Yes you are."

It had already been around an hour since Cory and Dianna had met up. After their talk, Dianna had dragged him over to a table where they ordered drinks. Cory wasn't really a big drinker normally, and the fact that he'd be doing it on an empty stomach made him more cautious of how much he consumed. On the other hand, it looked like Dianna wasn't thinking the same thing.

For every one drink Cory had, Dianna had around two or three. Granted, they weren't strong drinks. She had a few Cosmos and a couple of Long Island Iced Teas but with her small figure, those were quite enough. Cory only had two beers.

After sipping down her second Iced Tea, she stopped rambling on about the club and said, "Let's go dancing now."

Cory softly chuckled to himself, thinking that, if he kept her talking about the club long enough he'd get her to forget dancing. Apparently not.

"Di, I told you, I'm not dancing." he reminded her sternly.

"Cory, Cory, Cor, Cor, Cory…" Cory laughed at her fumbled speech and giggling, clearly noticing how much the alcohol was taking a toll on her.

"Don't make me drag you over there." she warned, pointing to the lit up dance floor near the DJ that was occupied by many people.

"Dianna, you know I suck at dancing."

"Not with me you won't." she promised. "I'll just have to teach you."

Cory quirked an eyebrow at the fact that she said she was going to teach him. Was she serious?

"Come on!" she playfully said as she grabbed his hands and plucked him up from his seat.

She pulled Cory by the hand through the crowds of people on the dance floor while Cory acted like he was someone who was being taken to the gallows. She only giggled at his apprehensiveness.

Just as they found a good spot on the floor a new song started playing. It was a slow song that got picked up the beat a little after the beginning.

They started to dance with some space separating them on the hot dance floor. Cory thought Dianna was one of the best dancers he knew while he watched her, besides Harry and Heather that is.

Cory was on the other side of the dancing spectrum. Even worse than mediocre dancer. He couldn't help but not be able to keep a beat.

This didn't go unnoticed by Dianna.

"Come on Cory! I know you can do better than that!" she shouted to him over the loud music.

Cory only laughed before he shouted back, "No really, I can't!"

Dianna shook her head after hearing Cory's lack of confidence in his dancing ability. "Of course you can!" she encouraged him.

"I don't think that's humanly possible for me!"

"Yes you can!" she repeated. "Put your hands on me!"

Upon hearing her demand, Cory stopped whatever little dancing he was doing and just stared at her. "What?" he asked in disbelief, not completely sure if he heard her correctly. The music was pretty loud.

She stopped dancing and stood on her tiptoes to lean up to his ear and whisper, "I said, put your hands on me. Grab my hips." The feel of her hot breath on his ear drove him crazy.

He sure as hell wanted to do what she said but he had that feeling in his stomach that he wished would just go away. He didn't want to feel like he was doing something he shouldn't be.

"Um, I don't know. I- I think-" he started mumbling before Dianna just grabbed onto his hands and placed them on her hips.

Cory's breath caught in his throat at the feel of her hips underneath his rough hands.

"Good." she complimented. "Now start dancing like this." Dianna instructed as she pushed the front of her body closer to his front and slowly moved against him.

Man, he felt like he was wrongly taking advantage of the situation at hand with her body grinding up against his but he was a guy that was completely into her. He just couldn't help himself.

He did as he was told and they started to dance in unison, up against one another to the song's beat.

Even though he felt it was wrong, everything seemed right to him, and it felt awesome! Here he was, with the girl he was in love with, dancing in such closeness to each other that they could have been one. Sure, a little alcohol led the way but it was really all he ever wanted. Her.

They had been dancing like this for some time now to the song and their hands had been exploring each other's body. Dianna had moved her arms from hanging from her own sides and wrapped them around Cory's neck. Cory's hands had been slowly inching from her hips down a little further south to her butt.

It all seemed perfect when their eyes met while they danced and they stared into each other's longingly while they continued to move, their faces inches apart. They were so close that Cory could smell the type of shampoo Dianna used as her hair brushed up against his face.

After a few seconds of staring, Cory slowly leaned down closer towards her face, the moment feeling just right.

Dianna continued to look up to him, not pulling away from his advances. She found herself leaning in as well.

Just as Cory was about to press his lips to hers for the first time in life outside of Glee and thought that this was actually going to happen, Dianna suddenly pulled away, realizing what she was just about to do.

She let's go of Cory's neck which prompted him to do the same with her and she stepped back from him.

Cory immediately felt a wrenching feeling in his stomach as the situation hit him. "Dianna, I'm so sorry." he apologized, since he had taken advantage of the circumstance they were in.

"No. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you to come here." she said back, rubbing the side of her face, thinking how stupid she was being, practically cheating on Alex already, right then and there.

She started to walk off the dance floor and in the direction of the table where they had been sitting at to grab her coat and purse.

Cory stood rooted there on the dance floor for a moment, shocked at what just happened, and watched her start to leave.

"Dianna wait!" he called after her, finally moving from his stationary position.

He pushed through some people and ran after her until he caught up, walking behind her. "No, Di, that was my fault. I shouldn't have done that. Leaning in was just really stupid and selfish of me."

Dianna turned around from walking and stopped short in front of him, almost causing him to bump into her. "Listen Cory, I have to go. Don't worry about it. It's already forgotten." she told him in a voice that sounded like she was holding back tears. Then she turned back around and started to the exit.

"Dianna!" Cory shouted again, running back up to her once more. "Please stop!" he pleaded, as he pushed through more people near the bar.

"What?" she asked, her tone sounding a little more angry and annoyed this time around.

"Please let me drive you back to your apartment." he offered, his eyes saddened as he stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets.

"No Cory, I'm fine. I drove here and I can drive back." God, Cory thought, she was so stubborn.

"Please…" he begged. He obviously couldn't let her drive back in the emotional state, never mind the inebriated state she was in.

"No, I'm fine to drive." she repeated, digging through her handbag for her car keys. "God damn it! Where are my keys?" she shouted.

"With the valet." Cory informed her calmly. "Just please let me give you a ride back to your house. I don't want you driving in the state you're in now."

"And why should I let you?" she scoffed.

"Because I care about you!" he shouted back, not holding in his feelings for a split second.

Dianna looked at him weirdly, almost curiously, her anger vanishing from her face and voice. "What?"

Cory's face could have gone pale. "I mean, I care about your safety." he quickly corrected himself, mentally patting himself on the back for the nice save.

Dianna just kept looking at him, for any faltering expression or sign, but Cory stood strong to his claim. "What about my car Cory?"

"We can pick it up tomorrow." he offered.

She stood there and thought about it for a few seconds. "Fine." she finally gave in.

Cory breathed a sigh of relief as he rubbed his forehead a little, trying to get some of the sweat off. Then he walked up to her as she folded her arms across her chest, which Cory knew as her emotionally guarding herself. He looked at her sadly then pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and handed her some money.

"Go pay for the drinks while I get the car." he ordered.

"Cory, I can pay for my own drinks, you don't-" Cory cut her off before she could finish.

"It's fine. I want to." he insisted. "Now go." She just nodded her head and walked to the bar.

Cory pulled a valet ticket from his pocket and walked to one of the valet guys that were waiting on the inside of the club.

"I need my car." he told the man who took the slip from his hand and looked at it.

"Right away Sir." the valet said as he walked out of the club to retrieve Cory's car.

By the time Dianna got back from paying the bill, they only had to wait a few minutes before the valet pulled Cory's car up to the back entrance and a bouncer ushered them into the car.

"There you go Ms. Agron." the bouncer said as he helped her into the car.

The club was near Dianna's apartment, probably only about ten minutes away but the silent car ride seemed like forever in Cory's mind.

'I fucked up big time.' Is all he could hear himself say in his head in the dead silence.

Finally, the ride to her home was over around midnight. He quickly jumped out of the car and opened the passenger side door to help Dianna out. He was glad that he didn't let her drive and that she agreed to go with him because she was still a little tipsy and stumbling.

"I got you." Cory assured her as he walked her into the front of the building and helped her into the elevator.

He used his free hand to press the 10th floor button as he held onto Dianna's arm.

Once they were in her apartment, he brought her into her room. She sat down on the bed and looked at him.

"Thanks for driving me home and helping me to my apartment." she muttered quietly.

"No problem Di," He looked at her and watched as her eyes shifted to another part of her bedroom. "Do you need me to stay here with you? Or want me to?" he asked concerned.

"No." she responded just above a whisper. "I think it would be better if you just left now."

"Dianna-"

"Please, just go Cory." she softly commanded.

Cory didn't say anything but just nodded his head and slowly turned away, making his way out of the apartment.

The short drive from her house to his was done in silence. No radio, no sounds of wind, nothing but his thoughts.

'What the hell am I doing?'

Dianna didn't move from her bed until she heard the reassuring click from her front door that told her Cory was gone.

She slowly sat up from her bed and stumbled to the door to lock it for the night. Then she went to her bathroom and brushed her teeth to get the taste of alcohol off her breath. After changing into Pjs and washing the make up off her face, she laid back down in bed and shut off the lights. She normally watched TV before she went to bed, but not tonight. She was alone in the darkness, left with only her thoughts.

She only had one last thought before she drifted off into a drunken sleep.

'What the hell am I doing?'

Was the chapter to your liking? Reviews mean so much to a writer since it let's me know if I'm doing this story justice or if I could work on it a little. Please let me know in the reviews! Also, I did some research to make it more believable for the places. The MI6 club and Madeos are real places in L.A. I just felt like making it more real that way. Like I said before, Cory doesn't really drink and I don't know about Dianna's drinking habits I just made those up. Nor do I know about Alex leaving, that's made up as well. This is a 50/50 fiction-non fiction.