Title: It’s Not Over, Til It’s Over
Pairing: Lea & Dianna
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Some of the first memorable moments lead you back to where you belong.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone. Purely a thought that popped into my head after listening to some delicious acoustic music. It’s not beta’d, all mistakes are mine. Not sure if I’m going to continue after this chapter, guess it depends on you guys
It was a Saturday night when I first laid eyes on you, it wasn’t the first time we met, or even hung out, but it was the first time I saw you for you. You controlled the room without even realizing it, brunette locks swinging as you moved through the crowd, flashing a smile of white to those who said hello to you, the way your eyes sparkled from the lights and pure excitement. I was lost in how utterly stunning you looked, that I didn’t even notice I stopped moving and was just staring at how you interacted with everyone. I was pulled out of my thoughts when you turned around to me, a quick frown then a huge smile and you excused yourself from one of the many people who wanted to talk to you and grabbed my hand, dragging me throughout the crowd. They were all here for the show, to praise the work we’ve done for the first few episodes, and all you wanted by your side was me.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed
That something inside me has changed
When everything seemed out of focus
You pulled me in from the rain
The two of us
Caught in a moment
The two of us
Falling in time
The two of us
Somehow we end up as one
I remember the first time you kissed me. It was soft and delicate and wonderful. It was a kiss I would of wanted forever. You laughed as we pulled apart apologizing that you are always the one in control, snickers turn into whimpers as I kiss you with all of me. We fell into a pattern when we kissed, and in those moments and every other moment I spent with you, I never felt more at home. Your arms, the strawberry scent of your shampoo mixed with the floral aroma of your perfume, the way you were sometimes way too tired to change from Rachel Berry back into the clothes you came into work with.. That was home.
I hope you know
That no matter where you are
I’ll never be too far away from you
And I know if you’re ever feeling down
And need someone around
I will be right behind you
Our first fight was over something stupid. It wasn’t the worst you and I shared, but it was our first. Your side of the bed was more comfortable than mine, and technically the whole bed was indeed mine – since you haven’t slept in your own room since you kissed me. You were so angry and I was half asleep, you couldn’t get comfortable on my side, and you had to get up to turn the lights out. I rolled over back into my spot and told you to shut up as you pouted your way back to bed. It was totally adorable and even though you were still bothered you let me kiss you goodnight and cuddled into my collarbone. I wish the last fight we shared were as simple to solve as our first fight. If it were, you’d still be here by my side.
I keep your picture by my bed
For when I’m feeling sad and I don’t know why I would be
The way your smile looks so real
I feel like I could start to understand your grace
But I, I, I
I don’t understand why your not here, with me
And I, I, I
I don’t even want to know where else you’d be
You were nothing short of amazing. In my heart and mind, we had everything we needed with each other. Was it not enough for you? Was I not enough for you? You were my best friend, who became so much more, then who became a stranger. Is that what you wanted all along? I know I didn’t think this was how we were going to turn out. You moved out and picked him over me, because they asked you to, practically begged you to. I understood why, I guess I still thought you would of chosen me. For a few days, I thought it was a joke, that you were going to come home and tell me you were just kidding. I wouldn’t have even argued, as long as you were back in my arms. Now, I sit on our living room floor with the letters you’ve written me scattered across the floor, many of them sprinkled with tears and fragments of my heart.
I need you back,
I need you back,
I need you here.
I need your smile,
I need your eyes,
I need you dear.
Every line on your face
Makes a beautiful maze
For my eyes to trace
Work isn’t easy, but I manage. We don’t look at each other unless absolutely needed. Some days I see the same girl with the light in her eyes, other days I see someone I don’t know. There are much more of the other days than anything lately and it hurts to watch you be a shadow of who you were. The spark you once had disappeared when you showed up with him on your arm, parading him around like he was such a fucking trophy. By the way, he's really not. You couldn’t look me in the eyes at all the day, and you actually winced when I pulled you away to talk in private. Well, it was supposed to be private, but our voices were much higher than I imagined and by the end of our screaming match, we both had red-rimmed eyes.
Okay, so it’s kind of shorter than I imagined and not the way I really want to end it but, I’m thinking of doing a second part if you all are interested.
Songs I used: “Two of Us” Graham Colton, “Right Behind You” Graham Colton, and “Photographs and Memories” by Jason Reeves (For that I split the first verse up with the last) Both guys are super talented AND are going on tour together starting soon. You can Google either of them for their tour dates.