Dizzy Days and Drunken Nights
Part 1
This part consists of:
• A Fifth Season
• An Engagement Party
Narrated by: Fear
A Fifth Season
I'm everywhere.
I'm something you can't really escape unless you try your best to conquer me. Some people have conquered me but what they don't know is that I'll always be there. As scary as that might sound, it's true. It's true because I'm fear. You can't deny that I've come into your life at some point. Everyone fears something. Whether it be snakes, carnivorous ogres, sharks or dinosaurs, everyone fears something.
People say that the only thing to fear is me. Fear. Which, in a way is true but you, as humans, can't help but fear things other than me. There is, however, one woman that I've been focusing on for the past few months.
Naya Rivera.
She has a fear that she doesn't even know she has... Yet. She'll figure it out a little later in the story but, for now, she thinks she's happy. She thinks she's happy being with someone she doesn't love. She thinks she's happy being bashed around on occasion. She's not. She's trying to convince herself that she is happy.
Because of one woman. One. Woman.
You'll meet her soon as well. But, for now, I'll tell you about the very first time I set my sights on Naya Rivera.
It was a cold day in Los Angeles and there were soft whimpers coming from her house. Whimpers that weren't ones of pleasure, but of pain. Not lust, but fear. Surely I should've known immediately that she was being beaten but I couldn't bring myself to notice until I saw her. Blood was dripping from her lower lip as black tears ran down her cheeks while she sat in the middle of her living room, coffee table pushed over to one side and the vase of flowers that had been placed in the middle of it, broken. A shortish African American man was standing next to her broken body, his fists clenched at his sides. She let out a sob and his hand raised proceeding to slam into her cheek. I was quite shocked, to be honest. Yes, I've seen abuse before but I could never understand how a man could look at a beautiful woman in tears and in pain and still manage to hit her with no remorse whatsoever. She choked on her tears and spoke in shaky words.
"Sean, please." she begged, her tan hand raising up defensively in a broken way, "Baby, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?!" the man, Sean, spat in disgust, "You're sorry?!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry!" she sobbed. His face showed an expression of anger and he bent down, yanking her by the arm and throwing her to the couch, "Baby, please stop. You've been drinking and you're scaring me."
"I'm leaving, Naya." he informed her, his voice laced with a tone that didn't sit well with me.
Contempt.
"I'll call you when I feel like I wanna speak to you again." he said, grabbing his leather jacket off of the coffee table and putting it on, "Don't do anything stupid, bitch."
She didn't say anything, just nodded and watched with fearful eyes as he left her house, slamming the front door shut.
Are you wondering about the black tears that were streaming down her face? The black tears. Black from the mascara they'd caught a hold of while falling from her dark brown eyes. Now, as she wiped the blood from her lip with the front of her hand, her face turned into one of relief. And then, just as fast as relief had shown, forgiveness showed itself in her features. That's when I decided to watch her. Not because she was scared of that man, Sean, most probably her boyfriend or, judging by that rock on her finger, her fiancé. But because she'd forced herself to forgive him for abuse. Even though her lower lip was cut and her cheek was burning red, she forced herself to forget how it had happened and forgave Sean. That was what made me want to find out more about her.
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The sun was up and it was no longer cold this morning. Naya had rolled out of bed, feet planting themselves to the floor as she hoisted herself up by the air before walking into her en suite bathroom, resting the palms of her hands on the sink as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. I watched as her tongue darted out of her mouth and ran across her lower lip, wetting the swollen cut that was placed there.
"Make-up's just gonna have to suffice for today." she said to herself, running the tips of her fingers over the purpling bruise on her cheek. Just above her temple, the bruise was dark and looked too painful to even touch. With a sigh, she turned and switched on the shower, gently pulling off her shirt and throwing it in the hamper before proceeding to remove the rest of her clothes.
Once she'd showered, dressed and tied her damp hair into a messy bun, she dabbed on some make-up and pursed her lips, making sure the bruises weren't noticable.
•••••••• A Small Slice of Information ••••••••
The one thing that Naya Rivera did best, was hide.
Once Naya was in her car, she turned the radio up, threw her cell phone onto the passenger seat and pulled out of her driveway.
Today was the very first day of the fifth season. The fifth season of Glee. Naya played the lesbian former cheerleader, Santana Lopez. It was safe to say she was excited for the first day back on set. What she didn't know was that there would be a surprise waiting for her in her trailer. A surprise she thought had left.
Naya pulled into the set and parked her car, shutting it off, grabbing her phone and jumping out of her car. Before she did anything on set, she'd always go to the make-up trailer to get her hair and make-up done.
Like I said before. She was good at hiding. Done up hair and a done up face was how she did it.
She pulled open the door and smiled when she saw the young man sitting in one of the seats, getting his make-up done.
Kevin McHale.
"Hey, bee." she greeted, pecking his cheek before greeting the make-up ladies. At this exact moment, her surprise was pulling into a parking space and unbuckling her safety belt, getting ready to make her way to Naya's trailer.
"What's up, girl?" Kevin asked, "How've you been?"
"Good." she lied, "You?"
"Awesome." he replied, "Let me see the rock."
Naya's eyes rolled and she forced a smile, sticking out her left hand, watching Kevin stare at her engagement ring in awe.
"Shit! Guy's got taste." Kevin commented. Naya smiled and nodded.
"I know. It's pretty nice, huh?" she said.
"Yeah, how many carrats?" Kevin asked, letting go of Naya's hand and letting her take it back.
"Like, 4 I think?" she said, turning her head away from him and looking at herself in the mirror as she sat. Her hair was then being taken out of the bun and spread over her shoulders. Kevin's eyes caught her pursed lips in the mirror and then widened.
"What happened to your lip?" he asked. She cursed to herself and rolled her eyes.
Clearly she hadn't covered the cut up well enough.
"I fell down the stairs. Banged my lip and my head." she answered. It was a nice save, I'll give her that, but it was still dishonest.
"Damn, what were you doing that you fell down the stairs?" Kevin asked.
"I hadn't eaten all day and fainted from low blood sugar." Naya answered. Another nice save, still dishonest. Kevin pulled a pained face and nodded.
"Looks like it hurt." he said. She nodded.
"It did." she said.
Truth. It did hurt but not because she fell down the stairs, because she had a hard, boney fist colliding with her face. Kevin may have been fooled, but there's one person who'll see through her lie. Just one. But maybe, in this case, one person's enough.
Once Naya's make-up was done and her hair was dry, straightened and was hanging over her shoulders, she stood from her seat, thanked the make-up ladies and patted Kevin's head before leaving the make-up trailer and making her way to her trailer. She yanked open the door and walked in, shutting it behind her and placing her phone on the couch. She sat down and rested her head against the back of the couch, eyes fluttering closed and a sigh escaping her lips. A long, deep inhale was brought in by her nose and escaped through her mouth. Soft footsteps came from the bedroom in the trailer and a soft voice broke the silence.
"Hey, you." It said. The voice of a woman. A blonde woman. The voice caused Naya's eyes to snap open and her body to shoot into a straightened back, sitting position, "Don't freak out, it's just me."
Heather Morris.
"Heather?" Naya asked, blinking rapidly a few times to make sure she was seeing straight. The blonde smiled and nodded.
"Yeah." she answered with a chuckle, "I saw you at the end of last year, did you already forget me?"
A genuine smile spread across Naya's face and she tilted her head to the side.
"Never." she answered, standing up and walking toward Heather, immediately wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist, "How are you?"
"Good." Heather answered, arms wrapping themselves around Naya's neck as her head rested against the brunette's shoulder.
"I thought you couldn't do the show anymore?" Naya said, "You're pregnant, right?"
"No." Heather answered, "It may make me sound stupid but it was just a scare. I'm actually relieved."
"Why? I thought you wanted a baby?" Naya asked, pulling out of the hug.
"I do." Heather confirmed, "But, not with Taylor."
A frown found it's way across Naya's face and she shook her head in confusion.
"I don't understand. I thought you loved him."
"Loved. Past tense." Heather said, "Long story short, he cheated on me."
"Jesus," Naya started, "Are you kidding? With who?" she asked, pulling Heather's hand and sitting down along with the blonde.
"Some hussy from Arizona." Heather answered, leaning back into the couch and bringing her legs up onto the couch, crossing them, "Whatever. I'm over it and- -"
"What? What is it?" Naya asked, frowning at Heather's pause. The blonde had cut off her own sentence due to the fact that something had caught her eye.
"What happened to your lip?" Heather asked, getting right to the point.
"I passed out and fell down the stairs. Banged up my lip and hit my head." Naya answered with a forced smile.
"Bull shit." Heather said, "What happened?"
"Seriously, I fell."
"Sure." Heather said, unconvinced, "Nice ring."
Naya scoffed and looked at her engagement ring before rolling her eyes and looking back at Heather. The blonde's eyebrow was raised and she had a firm look planted on her face. Heather Morris never seemed like a scary woman. Her face was soft and innocent. Bright blue eyes that made her look as innocent as a baby. But when she got protective or angry, there was nothing innocent about her. That was usually when I struck for a lot of people. When Heather Morris got angry, fear sunk into some. It was quite hysterical actually.
"Thanks." Naya mumbled.
"If I find out he's hitting you, you know what I'll do." Heather warned. Naya looked at Heather and swallowed the lump that was rising in her throat.
"I know." Naya said after a long while of silence, "I fell."
"You're seriously gonna stick with that crap story?" Heather asked. Naya smiled and leaned in, pecking her best friends cheek and then leaning back.
"Yes." she said, "Because it's true."
Do I even have to tell you she's lying?
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"Okay, everybody. We are back with a fifth season!" Ryan Murphy said. He was the director. Everyone smiled and clapped their hands, "Now, today we're going to go through lines for the first episode. It's just a table read. Also, I'd like to introduce Ms Demi Lovato. She is going to be playing Santana's new love interest, Dani."
"Hi," the girl said with a small wave. Demi Lovato.
I don't really need to tell you about her... Do I?
"I'm sure most of you will be pleased to know that our very favorite crazy blonde, HeMo is sitting in on the table read today." Ryan continued. Almost everyone squealed when they heard the name HeMo. Heather was speaking to someone in the tin shed and wasn't there to see Naya's face light up.
I saw it though. It was a look of pure happiness.
"Okay, let's get our scripts and make our way to the tin shed to get started, yes?"
The cast started moving slowly toward the tin shed, their excited feet itching to move faster as they approached it. Naya was trying her best not to look as though she was too excited. Being 26 years old, she decided to act her age.. Yes, she'd already seen Heather and the tin shed wasn't that exciting, really. It was the blue eyed blonde inside it that made it all the more exhilarating.
Let me fill you in on something that's rather important.
Four years ago, when Heather and Naya met, there was an undeniable connection between them as soon as brown eyes met blue. The two became best friends instantly but it was clear that the both of them wanted so much more than just a friendship. At first, Naya thought it was lust over the blonde but when they shared a kiss for the very first time at a cast party, it became so much more. It was love. And the thing is, it is love.
The two of them had shared many nights of passionate lovemaking, whispering sweet nothings and soft I love you's in each other's ears. Then came Heather's pregnancy scare and she ended things between herself and Naya. I'll fill you in on a secret, though. She never wanted to end things. She'd wanted to end things with Taylor, her boyfriend. But, figured that if they were going to have a baby, she couldn't end it. Too bad he was cheating and the pregnancy was just a scare. Truthfully though, she was relieved. Now a single woman, she has a plan to get Naya back but, as you know, Naya's engaged.
Her plan isn't going to be an easy one. I know. I saw part of it.
The door to the tin shed opened and Heather's head turned to the side, watching as the cast slowly flooded in. Her blue eyes searched for Naya, blinding out everyone else as they did. Once the brunette came into sight, a smile crossed Heather's face and she immediately dropped her purple sneakers and made her way over to her ex-lover. She hopped and bounced and skipped as she approached Naya.
Quite frankly, her hopping and skipping made me somewhat nauseous. It was cute though. Well, it would be cute if I didn't feel dizzy.
"Hey!" she said, smile still in place as she stopped in front of Naya. Naya smiled and couldn't help but let her top teeth graze her lower lip. Heather didn't miss that small action just like Naya didn't miss the blonde's pupils dilate heavily.
"Hi," Naya said, "You know, just in case you forgot, I did see you like twenty minutes ago." Heather smiled and nodded, acknowledging that she remembered.
"I know." she said, "Twenty minutes too long. Before twenty minutes ago I hadn't seen you in like a month! We can't be wasting twenty minutes." A breathy chuckle escaped Naya's lips and she held out her pinkie. At first, when I saw this gesture, I thought she was swearing at Heather in some secret hand language but I then realized that hooking pinkies was something that the two of them did. A sign of friendship or something? Whatever, the point is that Heather hooked her pinkie with Naya's and pressed a quick kiss to the brunette's forehead, "Are you excited about season 5?"
"Yeah, I actually am." Naya replied as the two of them walked over to where Heather's purple sneakers lay on the floor. They both sat down and their pinkies remained hooked, "The storyline's good but it just hurts that Cory passed away. I mean, Finn is such a big part of the show and without him I'm not sure if the show's going to be the same. Everything's just changing."
"Yeah, I know." Heather agreed, "Personally I think the show should have ended after season 3. The New Directions won Nationals, Brittany and Santana were together and happy. I guess if it had ended at season 3 then, it would've left fans guessing what would have happened to the characters. It's nice to be able to imagine where your favorite characters end up."
"Ditto."
"I second that."
The two of them giggled after Heather's last few words. Giggled like little schoolgirls. I must be honest, their giggles were cute in an annoying way. Like lovesick teenagers. I've seen plenty of them as well. Good god, how love takes over.
"Heather! I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" a tiny brunette squealed, earning a jump from Heather and a then a soft smile.
"Hey, Lee." Heather said, standing up and bringing the tiny brunette into her arms.
Lea Michele.
There's too much about her and I can't fit it all in without making this story about her so, I'll just say that she's a wonderful lady. Yep, wonderful.
"Hi!" Lea exclaimed, sitting down and touching Naya's knee before looking back at Heather, "So, are you coming back to the show or are you gonna be a loser and sit in on table reads?"
"Well, I'm not coming back to the show but I'll be helping out with choreography and Ryan said that I can help the writers with some funny ideas for the show, so, I'll be around a lot." Heather said.
"What?" Naya asked, "Are you kidding? That's awesome!"
"Yeah." Heather agreed, "I just don't wanna start acting again right now, you know? I do love it but it's too much all at once. Besides, it's really fun being able to sit behind the camera watching you guys act and sing and dance around."
At those words, Ryan walked in with a script and sat down. He opened the script in his hands to a certain page and looked around at the cast.
"Now, I told a few of you to get your make-up and hair done once you got here. That's for photo's we'll be taking after this read through." he informed the group, "All of you heard about Cory's passing, correct?"
All the heads in the room nodded up and down, most turning to Lea, watching her reaction and mostly just making sure she was okay. The tiny brunette's eyes were fixated on the floor she sat on, her perfectly framed eyebrow raised in knowing. She knew everyone was looking at her and chose to ignore it. Naya's hand came up and rubbed Lea's shoulder comfortingly as a small tear escaped the tiny brunette's eye. Lea's hand came up and wiped it away as she turned her head away from everyone.
"Okay, now, Lea and I have spoken and while we're carrying on with the show, we're going to be dedicating an epsisode to Cory." Ryan said, "Probably the third episode. Everyone turn to page two in your scripts and we'll get started."
The cast got through the entire script in two hours, stopping in some spots to explain what the action was going to be on that particular line. Heather's eyes never left Naya when the brunette said her lines. After the read through, Naya, Kevin and a few others got ready to take a few photo's before they were allowed to leave. As Naya was walking toward her trailer to put her script away, Heather skipped up behind her, a happy smile on her face and a small giggle dancing on her lips. Naya chuckled and walked into her trailer, Heather following. Naya put her script down on the couch and turned toward Heather, her hands resting on her hips and a smile on her full lips.
"Sean and I are having an engagement party this weekend. Saturday." Naya informed the blonde, "I want you to come. It'll be fun."
Heather smiled and inhaled deeply through her nose, contemplating what Naya had just suggested.
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'Engagement party? Are you fucking kidding? She wants me, her ex-lover slash sex buddy, to go to her engagement party? No fucking way! I'm not going. I can't stand seeing pictures of her and Sean together, how the fuck am I gonna go to a party basically emphasizing them as a couple? No!'
"Sure, I'll come." Heather said, "Where is it?"
"My house." Naya answered, "You know where that is. You were over quite a lot a few years ago." Heather swallowed the lump rising in her throat and nodded. Usually whenever she was over at Naya's house, they'd make love. Not this time, clearly.
"Yeah, I remember." Heather said with a nod before tucking her hands into her pockets and looking down at her feet, "I'm sorry that had to end." Naya's head tilted to the side and she smiled sadly with a small nod.
"Yeah. Me too." she said, "But, I'm with Sean now. I'm happy."
Lies.
Heather breathed in and sighed in disappointment. She could clearly see that Naya wasn't happy but she wasn't going to say anything. At least not right now. Not quite yet. Right now, she just stuck with two awfully annoying words.
"That's good." she said.
See? How annoying is that?
"Be at my house at five." Naya said, running her fingers through her hair before lifting up her purse.
"A.M or P.M?" Heather asked. Naya smiled.
"P.M. I'd never make you wake up at five a.m for a party." Naya said, slinging the handle of her purse over her shoulder and making her way past Heather to the door of her trailer.
"Nay?" Heather said, turning around and following Naya out before continuing to talk, "Do you maybe wanna go grab a cup of coffee? To catch up?" Naya smiled and pressed the unlock button on her car keys, listening to her car signal it was unlocked before answering.
"Sure. Starbucks?"
"Yeah. I'll follow you there." Heather said, climbing into her car, watching as Naya got into hers, pulled out of the spot she'd parked in and driving off the set. Heather pulled out of her spot and followed Naya to Starbucks.
When I first heard that name, I thought it had something to do with Star Wars money. But, it's not Star Wars money. It's a place people go to get coffee and stuff.
Heather and Naya were seated in Starbucks a few minutes later, their hands wrapped around a cup of coffee each as they talked. They'd gotten to talking quite quickly and if I didn't know Naya was engaged to that Sean guy, I'd think these two were together. Naya was smiling like she'd just gotten hit in the ass by cupid's arrow and Heather was beaming. They literally looked like two newlyweds.
"Do you remember when we met? I nearly fell over my own feet when I was on my way to shake your hand." Naya was saying, "Man, that day was the best. We were kind of inseparable after that day."
"Yeah. What happened?" Heather asked. Naya's eyes met Heather's and she sighed. Bringing her coffee cup up to her lips, Heather couldn't help but look away from the brunette.
"We had sex. That's what happened." Naya answered, "Sex ruins everything."
"That's not what broke us." Heather said, "The sex was great and actually brought us closer together. Taylor happened. My pregnancy scare happened and suddenly we weren't as close anymore."
"If you hadn't had that pregnancy scare would you have left him for me?" Naya asked. This is when I held my breath. I couldn't help but hold it. This was too crazy.
"Yeah." Heather finally answered, "Definitely. But when I had my pregnancy scare I wanted my child to have it's real father in it's life. Then I went to the doctor and found out it was just a scare. And you got engaged."
"Yeah," Naya said, looking down into her cup of coffee and swallowing her feelings, "I should get home. Sean's probably waiting for me."
"Okay." Heather said, "Before you do go though, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"When you and I were sleeping together were you also seeing Sean?" Heather asked, taking out a few bucks and putting them on the table while waiting for Naya's answer. I knew the answer.
"I don't know, Heather. When we were sleeping together were you also seeing Taylor?" Naya asked.
"Yeah."
"Then, yeah." Naya said, "I was seeing Sean. I was jealous that I wasn't enough for you so, I thought I'd seek out a black guy with a big dick to satisfy me. Does that answer your question?"
Heather was rendered speechless. Her jaw was just about to fall to the ground at the harshness in her ex-lover's words. This wasn't her Naya. This wasn't the same girl she'd made love to all those nights. This wasn't the same girl she'd whispered I love you to during orgasm. This wasn't the girl she was in love with. This girl was angry and sad and looked as though she was hurting. Which is why Heather nodded.
"Yeah." she answered, "Yeah, that answers my question."
"Good. I'll see you Saturday." Naya said, standing up, putting some cash on the table and grabbing her purse, leaving without another word.
Now do you realize how difficult Heather's plan is going to be?
I'll share something with you about the future chapters of this story, though. Read closely because it's important to the next chapter.
A kiss. A hard, heated, passionate kiss. Leaves Naya confused.
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A/N: I hope you liked the very first chapter of my HeYa story. The chapters will be around the same length as this one. I've planned this story out and I personally think it's quite good. If you liked it then please let me know. I will be updating all of my other stories as soon as possible. Bear with me, I'm nearly there. I've made an account of Fictionpress and my author name is ladylover22, I have posted the first chapter of my lesbian love story on that site as well so, if you're in the mood for a tiny break from Brittana, please check out my story on that site called The Starry Night.
Also, Sean had to be the villain in this story. That's kind of a given. Sorry to those of you who like him but, he had to be the bad guy in this story.
What do you think about the first part being narrated by an emotion? Fear? The entire story is going to be narrated by different emotions. The next chapter is still narrated by Fear. I really hope you enjoyed.
Let me know?
:)