Chapter 1
Naya opened the door to her apartment, she cradled the phone in between her shoulder and her ear as she softly closed the door, trying not to wake her already sleeping boyfriend; Matt.
"Yes. Eleven? I can be there, you'll have to excuse me if I'm a little late, I've got to be on set from 8:30 til 10:45 tomorrow, I've got a few small scenes to shoot before I come back in the afternoon to record this week's songs."
There was a short pause when the person on the other end mumbled a response.
"Okay. See you at eleven." She sighed as she took the phone from her ear and plugged it into the charger that sat next to the kettle in her newly refurbished kitchen. The kitchen was now a glossy pink and it matched the wall on the opposite side of the room in front of the sink. All of the kitchen appliances that were stored on the bench were the same bright pink. The toaster, the kettle, the juicer, the coffee makes, even the mugs that sat near the kettle were pink.
Naya could smell whatever it was that Matt had cooked that night. She scoured the fridge looking for it. Then she spotted it- pasta bake! That was her favourite dish. It wouldn't be great for her hips, but rumour had it Santana would be next to fall pregnant, so really she was just preparing for that role. When Quinn got pregnant, Dianna ate a whole lot of crap because Ryan had told her the less baby bump they had to fake, the better.
Naya loved working on the set of Glee with Heather, Lea, Dianna, Matthew and the rest of the cast so much and she wouldn't trade it for anything, but sometimes she wished she could spend more time with her boyfriend. It felt like she was constantly filming or recording songs, or rehearsing lines and choreography with the others. Matt and her were losing their spark and she was desperately trying to get it back, but it wasn't working very well.
She climbed into bed next to her boyfriend who still smelt like paint even though she knew he'd showered. Naya loved that paint smell on him though, not many guys could pull off the paint smell like her spunky painter could.