I posted part of this chapter as a first chapter a while ago but I took it down, edited it and lengthened it. I hope you enjoy it!
Naya leaned back into the couch, resting the pink laptop that she had just taken from the table onto her lap. "Turn that off and watch the show," Heather reached out to close the laptop but Naya stopped her, scooting away from her.
"No! I'm on Twitter."
Heather rolled her eyes but scooted closer to Naya and looked at the screen. "Twitter?" She made a face.
"Yeah," Naya said. There was a pause then she asked, "Did you know that some of them think that we're together?"
"Yeah, they're convinced that Taylor is my beard." Heather chuckled but her slightly uncomfortable shifting didn't go unnoticed by Naya who saw out of the corner of her eye but didn't say anything.
"You mean he isn't?" Naya said in mock surprise.
Heather smacked her playfully. "Stop it! You know how he gets about that."
Naya shrugged. "And."
"Oh… Yeah. I forgot that you don't like him." Heather frowned.
"I don't dislike him, I just don't like him." Naya shrugged again but then quickly added, "It's just that he gets jealous so easily. Remember when he freaked out over that bed scene in season 1?"
"It's understandable."
"If you say so. Plus, you were there when he insulted football players. And you know how I feel about that."
"But he's my boyfriend."
Naya subtly rolled her eyes at the word 'boyfriend'. "And that's great, Heather but Mychal is my brother, and Brittana is important to our fans."
"And you're my best friend," Heather continued, ignoring Naya. "You're supposed to like him and be happy that we're together."
"I'm happy for you, I just don't like him." At all, she finished the sentence in her head.
"Whatever."
Naya shut her laptop and rested her head on Heather's shoulder, fully aware of the fact that she had made the blonde angry. She looked up at Heather who was now looking straight forward, pretending to watch the rerun episode of Friends. "I'm sorry. If you want me to like him, I will."
After a few seconds of silence, Naya noticed a smile tugging at the corner of Heather's lips and grinned. How could she not when she was the reason for that smile? Heather put her arm around Naya's shoulder and rested her own head on Naya's, a position that they were both used to. "So, mademoiselle, am I forgiven?" Naya asked putting on the English accent that she knew always made Heather laugh. It did.
"That's French, Nay." Heather lifted her head from Naya's—causing Naya to frown slightly—and turned to her friend. "I'm still mad at you," she said unconvincingly, still laughing.
"You could never stay mad at me." Heather smiled but didn't say anything, resting her head on Naya's again. "Does that mean I'm right?" Naya teased.
"No, I just don't have the heart to tell you that," Heather said.
Naya put her hand to her heart and gasped. "I'm so hurt!"
Heather just laughed again and turned back towards the TV. They watched it for a while in silence. The silence wasn't awkward, just comfortable. Naya closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift off into daydreams. They weren't about anything in particular, just happiness. She imagined a happiness that Glee didn't bring her. A happiness that Matt didn't bring her. A smile so wide and true that she didn't have to fake it. Someone that she loved—trulyloved—being in her arms. Or anything that wou-
"So, Taylor said that he's gonna visit next week."
The pang in the pit of her stomach at Heather's words interrupted Naya's thoughts, jerking her back to reality. "Oh, cool."
"I'm really happy about it." Silence. "He wants to double date with you and Matt." Silence. "Can you answer me please?"
Naya shrugged and lifted her head from Heather's shoulder. "I just don't have anything to say."
"Why are you acting like this?"
"I told you that I don't like him!" Naya hardly shouted but her tone of voice made Heather flinch slightly and retract her arm from around Naya's shoulders. "Okay."
"Okay."
"I think that there's another reason you don't like him."
"Oh, and what's that?"
"You tell me."
"There isn't another reason."
"Naya."
"Okay, I just get the feeling that he doesn't like me either," Naya lied. She could swear she saw an emotion—disappointment?—cross Heather's face for a second but it vanished before she could make sense of it.
"That's the real reason you don't like him?"
No."Yes."
Heather wrapped her arm around her friend's shoulders, pulling her in for a side hug. "Why didn't you just say so?"
Naya shrugged, continuing her act. "I guess I just… Didn't want to seem stupid…"
"Well you don't. And don't worry; he'd have to be crazy to not like you. Okay?"
Naya forced a smile. "Okay."
"Well, I'm glad that that's settled!" Heather did a very Brittany-esque clap and beamed . Naya felt a pang of guilt for lying to her but what was she supposed to say? There was definitely another reason but even she wasn't sure about what it was. She sighed and turned towards the TV again. What is the reason? She wondered. You know the reason, a tiny voice in her head taunted her but she shut it out. Or tried to, at least. Somewhere inside of her, she knew that she knew the real reason but the biggest, most sensible part of her didn't want to admit it. Because she knew that once she did, there'd be no turning back for her. Once she admitted it, she'd be done for for sure. She didn't want to admit it because she knew in her heart of hearts that it would change everything, and she didn't have the strength to deal with that…. She didn't have the strength to deal with her ever confusing feelings for one blonde by the name of Heather Morris
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Heather tickled the bottom of the foot that was on her lap, causing the owner to squirm and giggle, opening her eyes and raising her head from the arm of the couch on which it was peacefully rested not more than a minute ago. "Heather!" Naya moved her leg from Heather's lap, but not before aiming a soft kick at her.
Heather laughed at her friend. "It's so cute how you have tickles everywhere."
An unreadable emotion crossed Naya's face for not a second before being replaced by a cheeky grin. "Oh you think I'm cute, huh?"
"Not as cute as I am, though," Heather teased back, causing Naya to cross her arms in false hurt which only made her laugh again. She had missed this. Their relationship was usually flirty and fun but lately things had been tenser. They were still comfortable with each other—how could they not be?—but something was different. They had not had the banter that they used to have. Most of their time spent together was usually filled with silences. The silences were comfortable but they were just too… silent. Most of all, Heather had missed joking around with her best friend because things didn't feel right when they were not them, and she was in desperate need of something that felt right. Because somehow, when she thought back to the past week, there were only a few things that felt right. And none of them had anything to do with Taylor. She didn't know if it was being away from him or the new atmosphere that she was in, but she felt like they were drifting apart.
Not to mention the fact that Naya, the person whose opinion she cared the most about, didn't like him. What had been the most odd, though, was that faint feeling that Heather had felt when Naya had confirmed that she didn't like him… Satisfaction? She didn't know, but she did know that it bothered her. The feeling and the fact.
"Where did you just go?" Naya's voice broke into Heather's thoughts.
Heather just shook her head. She hadn't even realized how silent it had gotten. "Nowhere."
"C'mon, Hemo. I know you. That was your thinking face," Naya pushed.
"I don't have a thinking face."
"Yes you do," Naya insisted. "Your face gets serious and your nose scrunches up like it does when you're confused." Naya motioned towards her hands then added, "And your hands start touching each other."
Heather quickly pulled apart her hands and rested them at her sides. "You noticed that?"
"Yeah," Naya answered, her hands now touching each other. "Now tell me what you were thinking about."
"No."
"Please?" Naya poked Heather's side playfully, getting a giggle from the girl.
"Stop it," Heather brushed away Naya's finger.
"Not until you tell me what you were thinking about." Naya poked Heather's side again.
"No."
"Yes," Naya insisted as she poked the paler girl's stomach, causing her to let out a squeal.
"No," Heather repeated as she made a grab for her friend's hand and trapped it between her own. "Stop it."
Naya looked straight into Heather's eyes and said softly and dramatically, "No." She still didn't make a move.
"Fine," Heather removed one hand from Naya's but still kept a tight grip on it with the other. She walked her fingers on Naya's arm, causing the extremely ticklish girl to giggle. Heather smirked and brought her hand to the brunette's stomach, tickling her full-fledged now. Naya screamed. "Stop it!" she managed to choke out between laughs but Heather just let go of her hand completely and used both hands to tickle the girl. "No," Heather laughed as she kept tickling her, basically straddling her now.
"Stop it, please," Naya basically pleaded, barely able to pronounce the words while her mouth was so filled with laughter. Heather hesitated and stopped for a second. That second was more than enough time for Naya to grab Heather's hands to stop them from tickling her again. Only when Naya did that did Heather realize the position that they were in. She was straddling Naya who was lying beneath her on the couch, holding her hands. If she didn't know better, she would have said that the position was slightly intimate. She suddenly became uncomfortable. It wasn't because she minded being near Naya like that… It was because of the thoughts that were running through her head at that moment.
Clearing her throat, she pulled her hands from Naya's grasp and turned to the window. "It's really late. You sleeping over?"
"Yeah. If that's okay," Naya quickly added. She pushed the girl that was on top of her onto the couch and swung her legs to hang off the side of the couch.
"Duh. Since when do you ask to sleep over?" Heather shoved the girl softly, glad to be out of her previous position, but slightly disappointed as well.
"True," Naya said with a slight laugh in her voice before getting up and heading towards Heather's room.
"Where are you going?" the blonde called out behind her.
"Clothes," Naya said simply over her shoulder. Heather nodded even though Naya couldn't see her and leaned back into the couch, a smile seemingly permanently stuck on her face. She didn't know why she was so happy but she could feel it inside of her, popping against the walls of her stomach and sending tingles through her body. She was just happy to be here with her best friend, doing best friend things without having to worry about anything else.
Taylor's coming back too you know, a voice in her head reminded her and she leaned back further into the couch and closed her eyes. Maybe Taylor's return, though temporary, would help bridge the growing gap that had snuck up and wedged itself in between them. Maybe once he came, that dull feeling of doubt would go away and she'd be able to assure herself that everything was fine.
"How do I look?" Heather heard a voice in front of her ask. When her eyes fluttered open to look at the owner of the voice, she had to stifle a giggle. Naya was posed in front of her wearing a black leather jacket over a slightly oversized pink breast cancer t-shirt that she had obviously gotten from Heather's closet. The yellow shorts that she had on were barely visible, blocked by the t-shirt. "How do I look?" She asked again, adjusting the pair of dark sunglasses that were perched on the bridge of her nose. She crossed her arms and held her head high.
"Sexy," Heather joked.
"Don't even act like you're joking, you'd so tap this," Naya joked back, taking the shades off and puckering her lips.
"With a car."
"Oh please."
Heather just laughed and got up from the couch. "I haven't seen this jacket in forever."
"It was at the back of your cupboard."
"Why were you going through the back of my cupboard?"
"I needed to find clothes that fit me and I knew that you keep your old clothes at the back of your cupboard."
Heather raised her eyebrows and tugged at the hem of Naya's t-shirt. "I take it there were no smaller shirts?"
Naya shook her head. "But it's okay, I can totally rock this shirt." She did another small pose before slipping off her jacket and throwing it onto the now vacant spot on the couch.
"Uh… No no no," Heather walked over to the jacket that now lay disposed on the couch. She bent down and picked it up, looking at it and feeling the material for a second before flinging it at Naya who caught it perfectly. "Go put it away," Heather instructed.
"Okay mom," Naya rolled her eyes playfully at Heather before walking back in the direction of Heather's bedroom.
"You're something else," Heather called out after her. She could feel the smile that graced Naya's face.
A/N:If you enjoyed this first chapter, please review! Feel free to criticize; criticism is what helps you grow as a writer. I hope you enjoyed it! I'll try to update soon.
What did you guys think about Thursday's episode? I still haven't gotten over it.