Fic: "You Can't Sing With a Broken Heart" 5/? (Lea/Dianna, RPF)
Title: “You Can’t Sing With a Broken Heart”
Author: Flynn
Pairing: Lea/Dianna (RPF)
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: How can they be mine when they belong to each other?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Approx. 1265
Notes: How much angst can one relationship take?
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dianna is not giving up without a fight
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
Desolate. It’s only word that comes close to expressing how empty I feel. Inside my skin, inside my home. The only sound breaking the dark silence is the soft sound of Cory snoring where he is sacked out on my couch. I have heard the old adage that your true friends reveal themselves when the chips are down. And I’m not surprised to find that Cory is firmly in my corner.
But I always thought that Dianna would be there too. I’m crestfallen that she’s the perpetrator of the betrayal; that she’s not the one holding my hand and wiping away my tears. There’s no solace to be found in the blanket I have wrapped around my shoulders. It’s near torture to breathe in her scent and find no comfort there.
I’m drained, but I can’t sleep. I can’t bear to crawl under the covers of our bed, not when I still ache to hold her. It was always the feel of her soft body against mine that lulled me to sleep. Even when fought. Even when I was furious with her she found a way to soothe the hurt and anger away. Tonight, the hurt and the anger are the only things keeping me company. Well besides the bottle of vodka I’ve been working on since Cory brought me back home after spiriting me away from Mark’s place. And away from Dianna crying on a rainy street corner.
“Good riddance.” My harsh whisper warms the mouth of the bottle as I bring it to my lips.
“Lea?” Cory startles me as he suddenly appears in my doorway. “Dianna is here.”
I stare at the odd angle his hair has taken on in a bad state of bed-head. I heard what he said to me, but I can’t process it in any way that makes sense. It’s clear he was woken from a dead sleep as he kneels next the chair I’ve been curled up in for the past two hours. He’s blinking rapidly and I know from experience that means he’s trying hard to focus.
His hands feel like oven mitts as he takes the bottle of vodka from my hands. “Do you want to talk to her?”
I want to yell at her and shake her and throttle her. And more than anything I want to understand how she could turn my world upside down so easily. Does that count as talking?
“Lea.” He squeezes my hands again and I wonder how he keeps his hands so warm. It’s an infinitely easier question to ponder than whether I want to see Di right now.
Before I can answer him the decision is taken out of my hands. She’s there. Somehow she’s there. Standing just inside our…inside my room. Dianna is backlit by the light from the hallway and it casts her in an ethereal glow. I hate that my first instinct is to reach for her. Still. Even though.
“Lea, can I talk to you? Please. I’m so sorry. I never meant…I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Di sounds as shattered as I feel. She’s so fucking beautiful even when her heart is breaking.
My own is thudding painfully in my chest. “I can’t do this.” I look at Cory through a fresh batch of tears.
His hands tighten around mine briefly. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk to her?”
I’m barely able to form words. “Not tonight.” I look past him and see her wiping away her own tears.
She starts to come further into the room “Sweetheart, please. I need to talk to you. We…we need to talk to each other.” She looks at expectantly. I stare at her, angry that she thinks we can be reasonable about this. “We owe it to each other to try to work this out.” It’s infuriating that she’s thinks I owe her anything after she’s ripped my life apart.
It’s enough to get me unsteadily to my feet. “Fuck you! I don’t owe you anything.” I push past Cory and nearly knock him to the floor to get to her. “You,” I stab the air in front of her face. “You’re a liar and a cheater.”
She shakes her head. “It was one kiss. And he kissed me. Why won’t you believe me? Mark kissed me. Not the other way around.” Her eyes don’t waver from mine. “That has to count for something, Lea.”
“You expect me to believe that you didn’t kiss him back?” I dare her to lie to me, again.
She tries to hold my gaze but instead it drifts to where Cory stands behind me. “I did. For like a second, until I realized what I was doing, then I stopped.” Her eyes find me again. “I can’t believe you’re throwing away what we have over this.”
I watch unmoved as her gaze drops to the floor until Cory slides around me and stands between the two of us. “I’m gonna get out of here and head home so you can talk.”
He must see the panicked look in my eyes because he pulls me into his arms and whispers in my ear, “Call me if you need me and I’ll come back.” Then to both of us, “I love you guys. And if you still love each other even a little bit…” He lets the statement hang in the air as he kisses me on the forehead then offers Dianna a quick hug before leaving.
The silence is overwhelming as it stretches for what feels like hours. Finally, I sit down, the need to be still and anchored to something the antithesis of Dianna’s uncharacteristic pacing. Normally, our roles would be reversed. I would be the one fidgeting while she sat unnervingly still. And given my reputation, I’m certain most would believe I’d be the cheater in our relationship.
Irony is only funny when it happens to other people.
Her voice breaks quiet that has settled over the bedroom. I’ve been so far inside my own head I have no idea what she’s said.
“I didn’t hear you.” It’s unbelievable how exhausting it is to speak.
Dianna looks at me doubtfully before speaking again. “How did we get here, Lea?”
I’m stunned at the implication that I share in the responsibility of the demise of our relationship. “You kissed somebody else. You spent the last two weeks flirting with him, Di. You were ridiculous around him. Every smile was for him, every moment was for him. So don’t stand there acting all surprised that you got what you wanted from Mark.”
“I didn’t want him. I don’t want him. Not like that.” She shakes her head like she can’t understand why I won’t take her at her word and believe her.
“I don’t believe you. You followed him around like a love sick puppy dog and every time I called you on it, you threw denial after denial at me.” Our roles reverse. Suddenly I’m the one pacing the floor and she perches on the edge of our bed. “If you didn’t want him, why did you spend the last two weeks breaking my heart?”
Her hesitation lasts just long enough for a spark of hope to flare. I don’t think there’s anything she can say that will make me forgive her and make everything right again. Yet…I find myself hoping against hope.
Dianna looks up at me and I am thrown by the unexpected devastation that I see in her eyes. “Because you’ve been the one breaking my heart for the last few months.”
Author: Flynn
Pairing: Lea/Dianna (RPF)
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: How can they be mine when they belong to each other?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Approx. 1265
Notes: How much angst can one relationship take?
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dianna is not giving up without a fight
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
Desolate. It’s only word that comes close to expressing how empty I feel. Inside my skin, inside my home. The only sound breaking the dark silence is the soft sound of Cory snoring where he is sacked out on my couch. I have heard the old adage that your true friends reveal themselves when the chips are down. And I’m not surprised to find that Cory is firmly in my corner.
But I always thought that Dianna would be there too. I’m crestfallen that she’s the perpetrator of the betrayal; that she’s not the one holding my hand and wiping away my tears. There’s no solace to be found in the blanket I have wrapped around my shoulders. It’s near torture to breathe in her scent and find no comfort there.
I’m drained, but I can’t sleep. I can’t bear to crawl under the covers of our bed, not when I still ache to hold her. It was always the feel of her soft body against mine that lulled me to sleep. Even when fought. Even when I was furious with her she found a way to soothe the hurt and anger away. Tonight, the hurt and the anger are the only things keeping me company. Well besides the bottle of vodka I’ve been working on since Cory brought me back home after spiriting me away from Mark’s place. And away from Dianna crying on a rainy street corner.
“Good riddance.” My harsh whisper warms the mouth of the bottle as I bring it to my lips.
“Lea?” Cory startles me as he suddenly appears in my doorway. “Dianna is here.”
I stare at the odd angle his hair has taken on in a bad state of bed-head. I heard what he said to me, but I can’t process it in any way that makes sense. It’s clear he was woken from a dead sleep as he kneels next the chair I’ve been curled up in for the past two hours. He’s blinking rapidly and I know from experience that means he’s trying hard to focus.
His hands feel like oven mitts as he takes the bottle of vodka from my hands. “Do you want to talk to her?”
I want to yell at her and shake her and throttle her. And more than anything I want to understand how she could turn my world upside down so easily. Does that count as talking?
“Lea.” He squeezes my hands again and I wonder how he keeps his hands so warm. It’s an infinitely easier question to ponder than whether I want to see Di right now.
Before I can answer him the decision is taken out of my hands. She’s there. Somehow she’s there. Standing just inside our…inside my room. Dianna is backlit by the light from the hallway and it casts her in an ethereal glow. I hate that my first instinct is to reach for her. Still. Even though.
“Lea, can I talk to you? Please. I’m so sorry. I never meant…I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Di sounds as shattered as I feel. She’s so fucking beautiful even when her heart is breaking.
My own is thudding painfully in my chest. “I can’t do this.” I look at Cory through a fresh batch of tears.
His hands tighten around mine briefly. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk to her?”
I’m barely able to form words. “Not tonight.” I look past him and see her wiping away her own tears.
She starts to come further into the room “Sweetheart, please. I need to talk to you. We…we need to talk to each other.” She looks at expectantly. I stare at her, angry that she thinks we can be reasonable about this. “We owe it to each other to try to work this out.” It’s infuriating that she’s thinks I owe her anything after she’s ripped my life apart.
It’s enough to get me unsteadily to my feet. “Fuck you! I don’t owe you anything.” I push past Cory and nearly knock him to the floor to get to her. “You,” I stab the air in front of her face. “You’re a liar and a cheater.”
She shakes her head. “It was one kiss. And he kissed me. Why won’t you believe me? Mark kissed me. Not the other way around.” Her eyes don’t waver from mine. “That has to count for something, Lea.”
“You expect me to believe that you didn’t kiss him back?” I dare her to lie to me, again.
She tries to hold my gaze but instead it drifts to where Cory stands behind me. “I did. For like a second, until I realized what I was doing, then I stopped.” Her eyes find me again. “I can’t believe you’re throwing away what we have over this.”
I watch unmoved as her gaze drops to the floor until Cory slides around me and stands between the two of us. “I’m gonna get out of here and head home so you can talk.”
He must see the panicked look in my eyes because he pulls me into his arms and whispers in my ear, “Call me if you need me and I’ll come back.” Then to both of us, “I love you guys. And if you still love each other even a little bit…” He lets the statement hang in the air as he kisses me on the forehead then offers Dianna a quick hug before leaving.
The silence is overwhelming as it stretches for what feels like hours. Finally, I sit down, the need to be still and anchored to something the antithesis of Dianna’s uncharacteristic pacing. Normally, our roles would be reversed. I would be the one fidgeting while she sat unnervingly still. And given my reputation, I’m certain most would believe I’d be the cheater in our relationship.
Irony is only funny when it happens to other people.
Her voice breaks quiet that has settled over the bedroom. I’ve been so far inside my own head I have no idea what she’s said.
“I didn’t hear you.” It’s unbelievable how exhausting it is to speak.
Dianna looks at me doubtfully before speaking again. “How did we get here, Lea?”
I’m stunned at the implication that I share in the responsibility of the demise of our relationship. “You kissed somebody else. You spent the last two weeks flirting with him, Di. You were ridiculous around him. Every smile was for him, every moment was for him. So don’t stand there acting all surprised that you got what you wanted from Mark.”
“I didn’t want him. I don’t want him. Not like that.” She shakes her head like she can’t understand why I won’t take her at her word and believe her.
“I don’t believe you. You followed him around like a love sick puppy dog and every time I called you on it, you threw denial after denial at me.” Our roles reverse. Suddenly I’m the one pacing the floor and she perches on the edge of our bed. “If you didn’t want him, why did you spend the last two weeks breaking my heart?”
Her hesitation lasts just long enough for a spark of hope to flare. I don’t think there’s anything she can say that will make me forgive her and make everything right again. Yet…I find myself hoping against hope.
Dianna looks up at me and I am thrown by the unexpected devastation that I see in her eyes. “Because you’ve been the one breaking my heart for the last few months.”