I loved your reviews! I appreciated them all so thank you for taking your time on this story :) I wanted to update earlier but I had to go to the hospital and I just got home. But hey! at least I could make some corrections in the waiting room ;) Anyway... this chapter is centered on Dianna but I hope you enjoy it. Don't worry about them being too oblivious, it won't last long :)
I dedicate this chapter to DaddoCFL because his words were really sweet! can't wait to take this journey, either! :)
All mistakes are mine!
Dianna had come back to her home in L.A. the day after spending her time with Lea. They had ordered Chinese and gone for a walk around Central Park.
She cherished days like those where both of them forgot everything outside their own world. Nothing else mattered other than the company of each other. The cacophony of traffic; the chatting of people going on and off; and even a text from Naya claiming that they 'look as a couple already' and that Dianna needed 'to grow some balls' after seeing the pictures that a sneaky paparazzi had already put up on the internet. Nothing could make her drift her attention from the girl that she needed the most.
But now, laying on her bed, she was freaking out. And as glad as Dianna was to come back to Arthur, she also felt the relief of not having the overwhelming feeling of a lump stuck in her throat impeding her to say the words she's wanted to say for too long.
They were leaving on Sunday. Lea would be coming straight from JFK and had agreed to meet with her at LAX to take the next flight to Cancun right away.
Dianna had 6 days to pack and be psychologically prepared for what was coming. A piece of heaven mixed with torture. How lovely. But she couldn't get prepared on her own, though. She needed her best confidant in the matter, and even if Naya could afford her some form of comfort on the matter, she would always end up being called a 'lovesick puppy that needed to suck it up'. Yes. She sometimes wondered if playing a character like Santana for 10 straight hours would rub off on her, too.
Her cell phone rang thrice before the other end of the line picked up.
"Hello, beautiful."
She blushed but grinned at the sound of the familiar voice. "Hey, handsome!"
"How are your vacations going so far?"
"I don't think they could be going any better. But I need your help."
He made a fake gasp. "Let me guess. You're having heart issues. But still you're going on a honeymoon with a certain gorgeous brunette for three months?"
"What! Chris! How do you know!... And it's not a honeymoon!" I wish.
"You wish," he chuckled. "Honey, apparently your girl is even more excited than you are. And from what I gathered she called me right after she dropped you off at the airport. Apparently, she couldn't wait to tell me." Lie. She needed to ask him for advice. Both girls were oblivious that Chris had gained the role of cupid in their relationship. He knew these two loved each other but were rather too chicken to admit it to each other. He also knew that this trip was going to be about self-discovering and acceptance, and luckily, with his help they sure as hell were going to come back holding hands and being disgustingly in love.
"Well, then I guess you already know what I need your help for. Do you think you can come over in a couple of hours?"
"Anything you want, Di."
Two hours later, Chris found himself in the front door of Dianna's home. After two knocks the door swung open, revealing the beautiful blonde appeared. Her short hair was slightly messy. She was wearing a loose tank top and gray sweat pants. Chris swore that she could go like that to a red carpet and still look magnificent.
When Arthur sneaked behind her he knelt down to catch the hyperactive dog. Of course, after a few intents of stopping him from leaving a trail of saliva on his pants Arthur he jumped out of the embrace and ran back inside. Dianna laughed and moved aside to let Chris walk in and as soon as he entered she pulled him into a tight hug.
"Thanks for coming." Dianna breathed.
He pulled out of the embrace but kept his hands on her upper arms and squeezed them lightly. "Anytime, doll." He smiled. "Now let's get to my favorite room in this rabbit hole, shall we?" He winked at Dianna before heading to the room. She rolled her eyes amusedly and followed in tow.
The room was slightly dim. A few unlit candles across the room and a few guitars in the corner adorned the place. Pictures Dianna had taken from the places she's visited; from the cast on tour and from her family decorated the dark walls as well as paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling. She loved this room, it was her favorite spot of the house and she would only share it with the people she loved the most.
Chris guided the blonde to the cushions and sprawled over them. Dianna chuckled at his unfashionable manners and reached down to mimic the boy's position next to him entwining her fingers under her head.
"So…" He crossed his legs. "Let me get this straight. You are leaving for three months with the girl you're crazy for. The girl who can make you look all dopey and whose person you have a smile reserved for." Tilting his head to take a look at Dianna he added, "Is there something else I'm missing?"
She sighed. "Am I really that obvious?"
"Sometimes." He smiled. "Your face tends to lighten up whenever she's around." He paused to see if she wanted to say something, only to find her with a pensive look on her face. He sighed. "Dianna, I don't think she's that oblivious. Why don't you just tell her? You know she wouldn't have a problem with dating a girl, if that0s what you're worried about."
"I'm not worried about that. I just don't want to ruin our friendship, you know? I know she loves me. I'm just afraid she only loves me as a sister and has never imagined there could be something more."
"I know, I know. Maybe then just drop some hints?" Jeez. How could they be so blind? Chris was getting frustrated and wanted nothing more than to lock them both in a room until they figured it out. After realizing that Dianna wasn't going to say anything he continued, looking back at the yellow paper lantern hanging over them. "You have four months, Di. Just you and her, and if I were you I would make them count."
Dianna sighed and tilted her head to look at her friend. "What do you mean make them count?" She asked skeptically. "To her I'm just her best friend. There's no chance for us to be, Chris. She doesn't love me that way." She replied with sadness leaking through her voice. Chris faced the blonde with pity on his eyes. He reached Dianna and pulled her to his chest. She instinctively shifted and put her arm around his waist to get closer.
Should he tell her? Yes, it sometimes amused him the way his girls were oblivious to each other's feelings, but it was times like this that he couldn't stand seeing them so hopeless. But he couldn't tell her, though. It just wasn't his decision to make. All he could do was pray to whatever god was up there for them to get their shit together.
"There's one single thing that's always been there in front of you. You're just too blind to see it". He finally said more serious than before. If he couldn't tell her the real situation, he could at least push her to open her eyes.
"Thanks, babe." She murmured laughing nervously. "I honestly don't know what you mean by that, but I promise I'll figure it out." Chris rolled his eyes because, seriously?
"I really hope you do." He said with a last squeeze before letting go. In an effort to lighten the mood he sat up and clapped excitedly.
"Now tell me, which cities does this honeymoon include?"
So? What do you think? :)