(A/N: O.K, this was gonna be a one shot, but my brain had other plans.)
Disclaimer: Highly doubting this happened. Considering Idina did Wicked, then the Rent Movie. But hey ho...
"Shit." Idina said aloud, not really to anyone in particular. She turned to face Tracie, who was scrubbing her neck, willing the offending lip marks to come off. "It only comes off with a certain Neutrogena soap. I have some in my apartment." Idina threw her keys at her girlfriend, before giving her a quick kiss.
Tracie walked towards the stage door of the theatre. Her 'greenified' girlfriend had to be on stage, leaving Tracie to walk back to her apartment alone. She wrapped her scarf around herself as she thought of the New York winter chill waiting for her on her walk to Idina's. Opening the door, she didn't anticipate anyone to be there.
The door made contact with the stranger on the other side, who quickly hit the icy floor. "Oh my god I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" She said frantically, helping the man up. He seemed almost recognisable. "I'm fine thank you... Tracie?" Taye said, getting his bearings and now looking at his 'attacker'. "Taye. How are you?" She asked, silently freaking out. This was the first time she had seen him since his divorce. "I'm great, just checking on the wife." He smiled. Tracie tilted her head slightly and frowned. "Wife?" She questioned. "Taye... You and Dee got a divorce. Remember?" She said slowly, hoping the knock to his head hadn't done, well anything worse than knock him over. "I know Trace." He said, laughing. "But I'm gonna win her back." He said, placing his hand on the back of his head. He winced with the pain, before bringing the hand to his sight. "Oh, here." Tracie said, unravelling her scarf to hand to him to stop the blood. "Tracie... What's that on your neck?"
"Kris!" Idina yelled, trying to catch up with the smaller woman on her way to her dressing room. "Hi hon. Whats up?" She said, leaning against the doorway. Idina stood to catch her breath befor speaking. "I need you to forget what was going on in the dressing ro.." She started, before her phone rang. "Hello. Yes this is she. What do you mean hospital?"
AN: DUN DUN DUN! OK, I'll finish eventually.