it's not all roses and kitty cats
[rp only]
Dianna shook her head and smiled widely up at him, chewing the bottom of her lip nervously. “No, I want this. I want you,” she insisted softly, gently trailing her hand down his bare chest that sent sparks through her fingertips. She had never been more sure about anything in her life, and this was definitely something she had never expected to come from this night. Here she was, in a music studio of all places about to make love with her best friend. It just…worked for her.
She confirmed her previous statement by gently resting her hand on the back of Cory’s neck so she could guide him back down to her lips, brushing them against his passionately while that hand played with the hair at the back of his neck, her other hand moving down to palm him through his jeans. She gasped quietly in surprise when she noticed his reaction inside of the denim, laughing quietly. “Well, hello there, Mr. Monteith,” she teased with a playful smirk, massaging the bulge lovingly.
Cory couldn’t help but gulp a little bit. It had been awhile—you weren’t exactly allowed to pick up women when you were supposed to be dating someone—and he knew this wasn’t going to be the same deal. It wasn’t a random, and it wasn’t a one and done—Di had confessed to being in love with him, and he knew it would mean more than the usual deal for him too. As more and more time passed, he was realizing how much she meant to him, and how much she could mean—his eyes were being opened to all the possibilities, and they didn’t suck. Not at all. “If you’re sure,” he murmured. “If you’re good not waiting for a bed, then so am I.” His lips met hers and there was no more talking.
When she touched him, like actually palmed his dick, it jerked in surprise and pleasure, and his arms almost caved from under him. “Oh my god, fuck. Whoa,” he blurted, tearing his mouth from Dianna’s, his lips at her ear. “God, it feels—” he moaned a little, his hips working to push into her hand for more. “Hi. Hi,” he replied, smiling goofily at her for a second before he had to bite his lip to keep back another groan. “I’m just saying, if you tried to get my pants off,” he regained his composure (mostly) and his hand glided back under her shirt to massage her slowly. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that. Feels good,” he kissed her several times before pulling back, both of his hands now at the hem of her shirt. “Can I?” he asked, a slight bit of nervousness creeping into his voice.
Dianna moaned softly and grinned, letting a gentle laugh pass by her lips. “Well, thank goodness for sound-proof recording booths, eh?” she teased with a playful smirk before crashing her lips against his passionately, gently grabbing his wrist that was under her shirt to slowly guide it to her breast with permission. This was definitely new and different than Dianna had ever experienced. It was hot.
She laid back on the carpet the best she could without completely knocking over the drumset, grabbing Cory’s shirt and tugging it over his head, which caused their lips to part in order to get it over his head. “There aren’t any cameras in here or anything?” she whispered with a curious frown. “I mean, security isn’t going to get an eye-full tomorrow morning, right?” she laughed, biting her lip. THAT would be something her parents would hate to have spread on the Internet, that’s for sure.
This was overwhelming—Cory had never, ever seen Dianna like this before. Sure, she was playful, sexy, and hot, but never at the same time, and he’d never had all three of those phasers turned on him. Now that they were, he was finding it really hard to control himself, because not only was Di the sweetest person on the planet, he was also discovering that she was fucking hot—and he really wanted to have sex with her right now, location be damned. It was her fault, and she knew exactly what she was doing. “God, I can’t even keep up with you right now—you’re so hot,” he breathed. Almost convulsing violently when she made him—she made him feel her up, god—touch her breast, he finally got it in gear and kissed her hard, kneading her breast expertly, eventually pulling the cup of her bra down so he could palm her skin.
She laid back and he went back, only pulling away to shed the shirt she was tearing off of him. He smacked his elbow on a cymbal and hissed. “Fuck, come on!” He managed to land on his hands, straddling her waist as he looked down at her, and then around. “Nope, no cameras.” His head bent lower, nose brushing hers before he kissed her softly. “It’s just you and me.” He had a moment of clarity right before his lips brushed hers again. “Is what I think’s gonna happen—what I want to happen—gonna happen, or am I way ahead of myself here? I don’t want you to think you have to for us to, I dunno, work. And you just riled me up really, really badly,” he laughed, glancing down at his crotch—yep. “But I promise there’s no pressure here.”
Dianna blushed heavily at his compliment, shaking her head as she grinned widely, her signature toothy grin appearing. “Oh, hush,” she mumbled, biting her bottom lip before she moved her gaze back to meet his. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was semi-making out with her best friend turned boyfriend in a music studio. It was definitely a romance movie cliche, but it was a damn awesome one, if you asked her.
“Well, we could make our own music,” she suggested with a raised eyebrow, the corners of her mouth turning upwards into a smirk as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Surely, no one was going to be here at this hour of night. Why would they? She allowed herself to crash her lips harder against his this time, cupping his face with one of her small hands.
This was…ridiculous. It was like a floodgate had opened up, and Cory just could not get traction. It wasn’t a totally bad feeling, it was just unexpected. She’d kissed him, Dianna had kissed him, and it was good. They were in a secret relationship and he was good. He was seeing things completely differently now, seeing what could be, and he liked the possibilities. Really, he just liked her—he felt more relaxed now than he had in months. Although, it was a bit hard for everything to relax when there was a gorgeous woman, who you were now totally allowed to think of as gorgeous, sitting on you.
He raised in a intrigued eyebrow—this was not a Dianna he’d met yet, the one who confidently used a low, seductive tone. He was glad he hadn’t heard that voice before though, because more likely than not, he would’ve tried something with her out of sheer want, and this was so much better than a meaningless hook up. “Shit,” he managed to murmur before their lips met again, and he was so, embarrassingly turned on by her tongue in his mouth and her hands on him that it shocked him. He responded immediately, kissing her hard as his arms wrapped her up so tightly in his own that her shirt bunched up. “You keep at me like this, and it’s not gonna be music, Di,” he said, panting a little when they’d pulled back for a second. At some point, his hand had worked under her shirt to press against her warm skin. “It’ll be noisy though,” he licked his lips.
Dianna laughed nervously and sighed, smiling softly as she listened to him speak while shaking her head. “It’s not exactly a good feeling when you break a chair,” she winced, laughing as she playfully patted her flat tummy. “And I’m worried because that’s just who I am. A worrier. Look at what you signed yourself up for,” she smirked, raising an eyebrow before the mood got significantly more serious.
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, pretty sure that the same thoughts were going through his mind right now. She decided to go for it. They were dating, right? It was okay to kiss your boyfriend…if you could call Cory that. He was kind of involved with someone else, but they still had their secret relationship. She flashed him a warm smile before she leaned in, brushing her lips slowly against his.
“I should probably worry more,” Cory conceded. “It’s not a bad thing, Di.” He hadn’t worried for the past 4 years, and it had scored him more trouble than he cared admit, now that he thought back. Coasting had been fine, for the most part, but now his life was under the control of people that were not him for the time being, and he needed to pay more attention. “I think I signed up for a pretty good ‘thing,’ actually. For me giving you the worst date ever right now, I’d say you’re a keeper for not reaming me for it,” he winked. She bit her lip and he recognized and read it instantly—that was something Quinn did every time she got nervous, but it was a Dianna-ism more than anything.
When she leaned in, his eyes widened slightly because this was really happening. He mimicked her, but then she paused and he paused, and when their lips finally made it to each other for the first time ever off-set, it wasn’t what he expected. Immediately, he pressed his mouth against hers harder, needing more. He sat up straighter, his hands coming up to cup her face—he’d meant to keep it short and sweet if it happened, but that plan was thrown out and his tongue gently prodded her mouth open to tangle with hers. He let out a small noise as they kissed intimately for the first time, and his hands fell down to wrap her waist in a hug. Hating that he needed air, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes memorizing everything about her face in this moment. “I knew Quinn Fabray was a really good kisser,” he breathed. “But Dianna Agron—holy shit. This is absolutely my favorite studio session yet.” He snuck one more kiss and looked down, embarrassed. “How’d I get so lucky?”
Dianna felt the heat in her cheeks, completely flustered as she looked back at the broken stool, gulping quietly before she realized he was talking to her. “How do I feel? Embarrassed,” she laughed with a light wince, running a hand through her blonde locks. “And guilty. I’ll replace that stool, Cory. I didn’t know it was so rickety, otherwise I wouldn’t have leaned forward…”
She grimaced, realizing she was rambling…and also straddling his lap, which kind of helped that fantasy thing she had going on, but now in a completely different direction. She sighed and frowned, rubbing his shoulder gently. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to…”
She was all flustered and red, and Cory couldn’t help but smile. Shaking his head, his hand came up to squish her cheeks together lightly, gently holding her face. “You. Shhh. Don’t worry about the stool, it just got excited that you were in here, and it was too much for it. It wasn’t exactly hi-tech, Di.” He let go of her face, leaning back on both of his hands while he looked at her. She kept making him smile inadvertently, and he’d never seen this side of Dianna—the one with guys—and he found he was liking that she was just as cute as always.
“Yes, Dianna,” he sighed, smiling. “I don’t know why you’re so worried.” He did like her hands on him though—even if now it meant a whole other thing than the last three years. “Yes, you knocked the wind out of me. But everything’s monotonous lately, sometimes you need a good tackle. And I ended up with a gorgeous girl on top of me, so it’s better than most normal days,” he winked. This had suddenly gotten a lot more suggestive, and he found he didn’t know how to proceed—did her ask about it? Did he just go for it? Was that a good idea?
Dianna drew in a light breath when she saw him get up and crouch down close to her, biting her lip at their sudden closeness, his tone getting much more serious. She smiled and set the sticks down so she could rest a hand on his cheek, running her thumb across his cheekbone lightly. “You’re doing perfect. This isn’t going to be a pressured, stressful relationship, okay? It’s just me, Cory,” she insisted quietly, leaning forward to brush her lips against his forehead.
However, the stool she was in was kind of old and raggedy, so one of the legs snapped from the pressure on just it, sending her forward with a yelp as she landed on top of him, lying on the ground. Her eyes widened in horror down at him, quickly starting to push herself up. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” she asked worriedly, turning bright red.
It wasn’t weird when she touched him, but maybe that was because Cory was more worried about her answer. He wasn’t sure he believed her, but he’d take it. “I know it’s not, but I don’t wanna disappoint. I know it’s you. Duh, dummy.” He cracked a smile. “That’s the whole point, you’re you. And you have no idea what you do to people. To me.” He did not expect her to coming falling forward, but he did his best to cushion her fall as she knocked the wind out of him. Laying stunned for a second, he grabbed her wrist to keep her from going anywhere. “No, hang on. Stay.”
She was in his lap, and he kind of liked it a lot. “You’re fine.” He rested his chin on her shoulder while his breath came back to him more fully. “If you wanted on me, you could’ve just said so, Di. The tackle was sweet, but it could’ve been simpler,” he poked her teasingly in the side, looking around the place from where he was comfortably perched. “There have never been any girls in here, I just realized. How’s that make you feel?”
Dianna burst out laughing and lounged back the best she could in her stool, smirking over at him as she swiveled back and forth. “Ooh, your bras? Those can go for a lot on eBay,” she teased with a playful smirk, biting her lip as a thousand fantasies just flooded her mind. She could totally have a rockstar movie moment right here, him tackling her out of her chair into a heated make out session that led to a messed room of clothes and drums everywhere without them giving the slightest damn. The record button being accidentally left on to capture the noises of their heated love making.
She quickly snapped out of her fantasy before she got too involved with it, clearing her throat quietly as she twirled a stick in her hand, smirking. “I’m getting better at this part, at least,” she teased with a laugh, grinning over at him.
Cory laughed. “I wonder if people would actually believe that listing - Cory Monteith from Glee’s Bra, going for 20 bucks.” She went quiet on him, and he took a moment to just look her over—she really was gorgeous, especially smiling. He realized now how absent that smile had been, but he loved that he was the one to get it back on her face. Pursing his lips, he smiled at her, and whistled. “Where’d you go? What are you thinking about?” He joined her laughter, pushing himself up to crouch next to her again. “That you are. I’d challenge you to a skills contest, but obviously—” he held his hands up as though it was obvious. “—I’d be distracted by you and lose.”
He’d been very loose so far, but he did get serious for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek. “So, you know how long it’s been since I dated?” It was a helluva long time, and he was insecure. Not dating didn’t make him a terrible person by any means, but it didn’t indicate good things, exactly. “How’m I doing so far? Honestly. Take that extra magick niceness you have out of it.”
Dianna bit her lip as she started thinking, mainly tapping the drum with the tip of the sticks to a beat she was creating off the spot. She knew the names of the drum and their purposes, and she was creative enough to create beats, but it was the coordination and the experience that she lacked to be Cory’s level. It was something she always wanted to learn though.
When she got his critique, she burst out laughing, a wide, toothy grin forming across her lips as she started hitting the drum harder, and before she knew it, she was completely letting go. She playfully went off on a tangent of pure noise before smirking innocently back at Cory. “I think I should form my own punk rock band. Get the pink hair back,” she began before lowering her voice to the voice she used for punk!Quinn, “Perhaps, get the raspiness back. Very Joan Jett, right? With drums though instead of the guitar, of course…”
The second time was better, and Cory liked watching her get a little wild. He liked it a lot. Then it got worse, and he could tell by her face that she was doing it on purpose. “Cute,” he half-shouted when she was done. “But you’re not bad, even with that smart ass you seem to have.” He flopped back onto the floor, legs stretched in front of him, his body braced on his arms as he looked at her. A grin spread as she talked about her ‘band.’ “That pink hair was hot,” he spoke honestly. “I’m a little iffy on the Seacrest tattoo, but I could learn to love it,” he teased. “And your voice is sweet, you’re all fierce when provoked on the set—it could happen for you,” he nodded, smiling. “I’d buy your album. Can I be a groupie? The kind in the skin tight tank tops and short shorts? I’d throw my bra at you.”
Dianna laughed, letting out a quiet snort as she ducked her head bashfully at him calling her eyebrow sexy. “That has got to be the most…peculiar compliment I’ve ever gotten. No one has ever told me that my eyebrows are sexy,” she smirked, playfully squeezing his hand while her curiosity took hold of her as normal while he drove to the mystery location.
When they got to the studio, she couldn’t help but let a wide grin plaster across her lips. Music was so important to the both of them. She had literally grown up with it, and music was the perfect medicine for the bad days she had gone through her twenty six years of life. She followed him inside happily, eyes widening when he handed her a pair of sticks. “Oh no, I haven’t practiced in a loooong time,” she winced, laughing as she took a seat the drums, biting her lip. She definitely had a sense of rhythm, but drums were easier said than done.
Cory got up to let her sit down, a wide smile overtaking his face. She was so little to be behind his set, but he adored seeing her there. When she’d told him over the summer that she’d bought some for her own and wanted to learn, he’d practically tackled her in excitement. “Nah nah nah, lemme see what you got. And then you’ll get some real lessons.” First, he was crouched beside her, but when his legs got tired, he stood and leaned down so his face was next to hers. She actually was better than she gave herself credit for, and she made a pretty adorable drummer. There was only one critique.
“Oh come on, Di. Your technique’s pretty good for a newb, but you gotta rip it! Bang that drum,” he said huskily in her ear, his hands coming around her to grip the drumsticks and her hands. “Seriously, Agron—are you afraid to hurt a drum? Because—” He brought on stick down hard on the tom drum. “—it won’t break. And I know you’ve got a lot to express. Gimme a badass ‘fuck you Cory for being a douche for awhile’ riff. Go. I have faith,” he laughed and leaned back.
Dianna’s breathing stopped when she felt Cory take her hand. Sure, she held hands with her costars now and again, mainly the girls, but she felt something different with Cory - sparks. It was different than being Finn and Quinn, and she knew that. It was just her acting mode. This was Dianna and Cory, holding hands and talking about something she had only dreamed of.
“I’m free,” she assured with a warm smile, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she embraced their hand holding by stroking the back of his hand with her thumb. “What did you have in mind, if anything? I’m up for anything, as you know,” she smirked, raising an eyebrow. She was always up to an adventure, and she was sure that was exactly what their relationship was going to be.
Cory shot her a happy smile. “Good.” He kept their hands together because he liked the feeling, and it was actually really comfortable. He glanced at her mention of adventure, because he was pretty sure she wasn’t open to the kind of ‘adventure’ he’d just been picturing a few minutes ago. Her expression made him laugh. “Fun fact: I’ve always loved your eyebrow. It’s sexy.” He knew that was probably the last thing she expected to hear, but he said it anyway, and gave her an eyebrow and smirk in return.
As for an ‘adventure,’ he didn’t know too many of those that didn’t risk repercussions. “Lemme think. It’s gotta be impressive,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully. Something came to mind, however, and he drove way west, to a small studio he’d grown to love—where he and his BD boys called home. He hadn’t been here in a while, he realized as he pulled into the secluded back entrance, and got sad as a result. Work shouldn’t be life, and he needed to stop letting it control him—he missed drumming. And he was glad to share it with her, because it wasn’t a charade—the drumming, or her. He took her hand after they were safely in the building, leading her back to the soundproof recording room, where his set lay. After grabbing a pair of sticks, he sat down on his trusty stool and twirled them, beckoning to her. “C’mere. How’re those drum lessons going?”
