Okay, so here's the deal, this is a fanfic I'm gonna try and stick with, I know my "Newer Directions" is in a weird palce right now, i have a little block, but i've been so inspired by the real lfie actors of the show that i wanted to combine the stories of the real life people and their affinity for their characters. It's place under as a Brittana/Santittany fanfic, but it's actually a HeYa/Achele fanfic. I hope you like it and bare with me, I need time to do everything yah? Love you whomever reads this, review and tell me what you're thinking sweet thangs!
Enough of my rambling.
The buzzer rang shrilly across the set bathing it in an eerie silence. The lights darkened around the set and movement ceased. In the air was anticipation, expectation, perhaps even a little apprehension, it was a big scene with two very big fictional heart's clashing…and this type of serious acting wasn't taken lightly by Ryan Murphy and his crew, he knew this would have to be executed perfectly, it had to do the storyline justice.
"And rolling…marker…"
Ryan sighed, pulling his thoughts together and nodded to the director.
"Action."
Brittany burst through the auditorium doors; they swung a few times behind her, making a swishing sound until Santana finally followed through.
"Britt?" the Latina spoke and Brittany shrugged the hand off of her.
"No, San." She sighed and turned. "You and Karofsky?"
Santana took a step back, knowing where this was going.
"And what about you and Artie, huh?"
Britt flinched as San stared at her sternly.
"I love him…" she trailed off, not sure, and then looked at Santana. "But I don't understand, I love you too, I've always loved you San, but now you're off with Karofsky and I've given up…"
Santana shook her head to make sense of things.
"You've given up? You weren't even doing anything for us!" she growled and Brittany shook her head sadly.
"I was waiting. You know how much it meant to me to hear you say that you loved me, but I was waiting for more." She swallowed. "I know that sounds stupid, because you're Santana and waiting for more is like waiting for a fallen star to land in my pocket, but San. I wanted you to love me enough, to put up a fight with Artie."
Santana sat down the edge of the stage as the blonde was talking. Brittany followed suit.
"I love you Britt." Came the soft reply as Santana turned to Brittany. "I need you, I want you, and you're everything to me. But the most important thing to me is that you're happy. Artie's good for you, I'll never be able to buy you flowers and things, I don't know how to do the romantic stuff…"
Brittany laid her hand on the caramel beauty's shoulder.
"No, but just because Artie does that doesn't mean I want it." She sighed and then nodded to herself.
"I want someone who cares enough to protect me, who knows exactly what song makes me fall asleep and who is always there when I'm scared to hold my hand. I need someone who knows me, and no one knows me like you do."
Santana greets this with silence and Brittany bites her lip.
"Artie broke up with me."
"What why?" Santana asked, jumping into defensive. "I knew he was gonna hurt you…damn him, I'm gonna roll him down the hill in one of those porta-potties…"
She stood to walk away but Brittany grabbed her hand, pulling herself up.
"No, San. I'm not sad."
Santana just looks at her with confusion.
"But you said…"
"I'm not sad. He was asking all these questions about why I was always looking at Karofsky. He asked if I was jealous and wanted to date him so I could keep my perfect record of making out with everybody…and I told him I was jealous."
"You want David?" Santana frowned, willing to satisfy Brittany's desires even if they were so outlandish and slightly heart breaking. "Seriously? Cause listen, he's only my beard…"
"No."
Santana's eyes were laden with comprehension as she studied the blonde.
"San. I told Artie that I love you. I told him I loved you from the moment we met when we were eight and he said he knew. He said he knew San, and that, he was grateful for how long I stayed with him to make him happy." Brittany was crying now. "He said I was brave to let you go like that, just so he could feel loved, even when, really, he wants to figure out who he is alone, now he's got a lot more mature…"
"I still don't understand…Artie broke up with you, because he was grateful?"
Brittany nodded.
"He said he was returning the favour, this time, I needed to be happy. And then he sort of, punched me on the arm, and told me to get you back…then I ran… I was upset…"
"I noticed."
"But I wasn't upset cause me and Artie were over, I was upset because, I know I've lost you."
Santana processed the information, concluding sub-consciously that she had never heard Brittany talk so much at once in her life. So she opted for the simple way of explaining herself.
"You haven't. And I'll prove it…"
Brittany bowed her head and Santana lifted her chin.
"I wear the Lebanese t-shirt when I go to the gym now, your charm bracelets, I even shower with them on, Britt, I keep that duck hanky you left at mine beneath my pillow, I know it's kinda gross but I haven't washed your pillow, it still smells how I remember you." She smiles. "I dedicate every song I hear by Melissa Etheridge to you in my head and hope someday I'll get a chance to sing it you…"
Santana took a step forward and looked into Brittany's eyes.
"I loveyou Brittany. And no one, not Dave, not Artie, not Angelina fricking Jolie, can change that."
Brittany grinned.
"Angelina?"
Santana nodded.
"I knew it, you closet case…"
"Not with you, not anymore." Santana replied and dipped her head towards Brittany.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Brittany replied and they edged forward, locking their lips.
Santana smiled into the kiss and Brittany cupped her face, both content.
"And cut!"
Heather and Naya stepped apart grinning at each other than looking to Ryan.
The man was smiling to himself, a tear in his eye.
"Perfect. Well done girls, first take." He winked and the girls hi-fived.
"Alright!" Heather pulled Naya in for a hug and looked over the caramel's shoulder to see Lea and Kevin standing with huge grins on their faces.
"Fucking amazing you guys." Lea walked forward and pulled Naya from Heather's grip into her own hug.
"Well, you know…" Naya shrugged hugging the little brunette back and turning to see Heather with Kevin.
"I'm so glad they made Artie really gracious…" Heather smiled and Kevin nodded in relief.
"Yeah, those hate tweets were breaking my heart."
"So what now?" Naya looked around stretching. "Dinner sound good?"
Kevin shrugged.
"Sure thing girl." He grinned and Heather nodded.
"I can't, sorry guys." Lea sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm shooting with Mark tonight, and then Dianna and I are going to dinner with Mr Groff."
Naya smiled and Heather shrugged.
"It's cool shorty." Kevin grinned and they all made their way off set together.
"Hey, d'you think Amber wants to come?" he added as they were all blinded by the white sunlight of L.A.
"Why don't we just invite everyone? Lea, you Groff and Agron could come too." Heather suggested, linking her arm around Naya's waist in an absent minded way.
Lea grinned
"I'm sure that would be lovely, but Jonathon is probably jet lagged. I'll suggest it though, maybe we can hang out next week sometime, and he's in town shooting for the next three weeks anyway."
Naya nodded.
"It's a plan girlfriend." She hi-fived Lea as she split off on her way to the next set, waving goodbye. Kevin spotted Chord and Chris by the gazebo and decided he would ask them if they wanted to come to dinner that evening. Naya and Heather watched him go.
"So." Naya yawned as she and Heather made it through their trailer door. "That was intense."
Heather rolled her eyes and began making coffee. "Tell me about it, I'm so glad though. This storyline is such a hit; have you checked your twitter lately?"
Naya grinned.
"All the time, it's insane!"
They grinned at each other, perfectly at ease in the silence, thinking about each other and everything they're characters were going through. Suddenly a shrill ringing met their ears, followed by the loud opening of Naya's rendition of Valerie.
Naya checked her phone and the ringing stopped as she was subjected to her own voice echoing in the trailer as Heather tried to find her phone.
"You have to change your ringer." Naya groaned. "I'm tired of hearing myself sing."
"I love your singing, besides, I happen to dance fucking amazingly on this number and you know it."
They both laugh.
"Who was yours?" Heather asked as she and Naya checked their phones.
"It was…" Naya trailed off and looked up, Heather mirroring her expression.
"Curve wants to interview me."
"And me."
The began jumping up and down, shouting and gripping each other…
"Oh my god, yes, yes, yes!"
"If you guys are sexing it up in there you better let me in." came Cory's voice from outside the trailer and they flung open the door, pulling him in so they could jump around. He joined in.
"Why are we jumping?"
"Curve are doing a huge spread on us!"
Cory grinned.
"Sounds dirty…"
"Whatever Monteith…" Naya poked her tongue out.
"We're gonna be bigger than Rosie, Nay!" Heather grinned and Naya rolled her eyes in a very Santana like motion.
"Babe, fuck Rosie, we're gonna be bigger than Ellen!"
With that they collapsed into a fit of giggles as Cory shook his head, suddenly Amber poked her head through the door.
"Yo! We going for chow or not? I'm hungry and Cory's belly is rumbling like Barry White over here!"
They nod, still laughing and the other two Glee stars leave their trailer.
Heather and Naya detach themselves from each other and sit panting.
"This is amazing." Naya shook her head and Heather grinned back.
"I know, Ryan's a genius…"
"Hey." Naya laughed as they got up and left the trailer.
"We both know we're the ones that make it come to life." She grinned and locked the door of the trailer, walking towards the limo in which Kevin, Amber, Cory, Jenna, Chord and Chris sat chatting.
"Yeah, we sure do." Heather thought as she watched her beautiful co-star lead her towards the black car.
Lea yawned and stretched once more, dinner had been fun, Groff had a new boyfriend and he spent pretty much all that time drooling about him to herself and Dianna. The blonde had taken it in good grace and giggled in all the right places.
The brunette couldn't help herself smiling when she thought about that night, not just because Dianna's giggles were possibly the cutest thing you could ever hear on planet earth, but more because she felt her and Dianna's connection so strongly. It sucked that Alex was in the picture, even when Lea knew nothing could happen, she still, would have liked to be Dianna's number one priority, just like she treated the blonde herself.
She walked down the hall of their shared home, pausing to shut the curtains, turning when she heard footsteps.
In her mind she gasped and turned to jelly.
Dianna came walking smoothly down the hallway in just a white cotton towel that only just covered her thighs and rode low on her chest. She was dripping wet and Lea would have reprimanded her for getting the floor wet, if she wasn't so moist herself.
Her blonde hair hung twisted and smooth over one shoulder and she smiled openly.
"Thanks for dinner." She smiled and opened the door to her room, shooting Lea a backwards look before entering the room and closing the door.
"My pleasure entirely." Lea replied to the empty hallway, keeping her mind from the gutter.
The door swung open on its hinges and Heather dragged Naya into the living room, Kevin helping her lay on the sofa. Amber watched, laughing her ass off as Naya sang nursery rhymes in Spanish, all the while grinning stupidly.
"Thanks dude." Heather patted Kevin on the back and he shrugged. "Get Chord and Jenna home nicely will you? And Amber is gonna need some TLC. 'Kay?"
Kevin nodded, glad Chris hadn't drunk and that he and Cory had got home safely before Naya could actually bite Chris's ear off.
"Later days Hemo." Kevin winked, pulling Amber from the doorway and Heather smiled.
"Thanks again McHale." She replied as she heard the door shut.
She turned to the giggling mess that was Naya Rivera, lying on her couch. It had come as a surprise to Heather that the girl had turned into such a pleasant drunk, It's not like Naya got angry much, she was calm and collected, but she had expected, after seeing so much "Santana" recently, that Naya did have at least some anger in her. But nope, here lay the gorgeous Latina singing to herself in Spanish.
The blonde dancer moved to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, splitting off a Tylenol, taking two herself and carrying the others back into the living room.
"Oh Nay, Nay." Heather rolled her eyes and pulled the girl into a sitting position, sitting down next to her.
"Here, have some water." She gave the glass to Naya who slurped obediently, still chuckling.
There was a silence after that, apart from Naya's incessant laughs.
"Hey, Heather?"
"Yeah?" Heather replied, rubbing her back. The girls had spent so much time together now that Heather knew exactly how to deal with her when she was drunk and vice-versa.
"You know, how, Brittany and Santana are like totally in lurve…?" she chuckled and Heather rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I remember."
Naya rolled around and stared up into Heather's eyes.
"Well, I lurve you like Santana lurves Brittany…" she replied and, after that she rolled over once more and snoring began to echo around the room. Heather rolled her eyes.
"Of course you do."
She looked down and stroked the girl's hair.
"But I don't love you like Santana loves Brittany, I love you like Heather loves Naya." She kissed the girls forehead and sighed. "I love you in real life."
Dianna had already tried everything to sleep by the time Lea had gone to bed, she knew the early riser would be kicking her awake at six for coffee and set call tomorrow, but she just had no desire to fall asleep, as much as she knew she should. So, she slipped from her room and padded down the hallway towards the kitchen.
She poured herself a glass of wine and turned, surprised to hear soft snores from the living room. She grinned to herself as she looked through the hatch and saw Lea, as good as dead on the sofa before her. She moved forward and sipped her wine. She leant over the back of the sofa, drinking the wine and watching the brunette sleep.
The moment she had stepped into the green room for the Pilot read through, that Lea was the one person she wanted, no, needed to get close to in that room. The pull was extraordinary and Dianna was astounded when Lea requested she move in, considering she had nowhere else to stay.
She was eternally grateful to the brunette for that, and loved the fact that, though they played enemies upon set, they were the best of friends in real life and they never got the feeling that they needed to apologize for the scenes and situations cause between their characters on set.
It was a relationship totally balanced out by their alter egos and Dianna found it stable yet refreshing.
She leant forward further and placed a kiss on the girl's cheek, giggling to herself as the woman stirred a little, then turned over and yawned, falling back into her dream.
Dianna slipped from the room to call her boyfriend, knowing that he would be awake; it was someone to talk to, even when her love for him was far outweighed by another.
When Lea Michele awoke at six o clock the next morning to kick Dianna awake and get her coffee before set call, she placed a hand on her cheek, it was sticky. Confused she looked in the mirror and saw that the red wine stain of lips stood pink and bold on her tan skin. She smiled to herself.