Check Your Tweets

Disclaimers: I don't own Naya Rivera –no comments. And I don't own any of the characters in this story. References are made to Glee and it's characters which I also do not own. This is a story intended for fan entertainment purposes only. Any of the facts or events described here aren't real –as far as I know.

CHAPTER 1: The Great Idea

It's 2:38 AM and I'm still on Twitter. Am I obsessed or something? Well, I guess I am… but who the fuck cares? It's not like anyone can actually see me? Right? Well this is getting a bit boring. Like really boring. I'm just trolling my mentions. There are good ones though, like this one: "Naya, pls tweet me back I'll give u my house Ill kill my parents n give u my house". The girl is funny, not very original but she's funny.

Oh my God, look at this one, "I never thought I was gay b4 but 4 u I'd do anything". Isn't that a bit scary? I mean, come on, the girl has taste, not gonna deny it, but am I really "turning" people gay? And if so… I hope I'm only turning girls gay, otherwise I'd have something to worry about.

Ok, enough. I need some sleep. I have to be up at six. Wait! Six? Isn't that in like three hours? And I have to face Lea, Miss Perfection and Di, Miss Sweetness. Ugh! I can't be even bothered. Fuck work! We're only going to read the script out loud! These NY scenes are going to be quite a hit for the fans if the Twitter traffic is right, so I better do it right. Not right, perfect! I owe them that. If only they knew that we were only actually in NYC for like, what? A few days? The rest of the indoor scenes are being shot right here in L.A. but not with the rest of the cast, which actually sucks, I miss them.

I should go to sleep. Again. But… I could do with a few more minutes in the Twitterverse.

It's so frustrating not being able to interact with my fans though. I want to reply to some tweets, I want to let them know I do care. At least sometimes I do. But I can't. PR's being too strict.

"Watch your tweets Naya. Almost a million people read between lines. It wouldn't be good for your career if you express your feelings and you say something wrong…"

Yeah I know, I know. Like that Chris Brown business. I fucked that up really bad, but I was really misunderstood, and replying to that asshole really made things worse.

If only I could be myself in here. Or if only I could interact and say things I want to say freely. Well, I guess that is impossible right? It is impossible that someone like me can be anonymous on Twitter. Or isn't it? Hey! I could make up an account. Different name, different data. I could make up my location, age, icon! Wow, I'm a fucking genius! But then again… who would follow a totally anonymous person? And who would I follow? God this is crazy. I'm being stupid. I don't even have time for this. I'm not that bored. Right?

Come on! I'm fucking Naya Rivera. I don't need this. I don't need to go through Twitter to know what people think about me or to get to know people who would act towards me as a normal person, not as a superstar -which of course I am. But… it wouldn't hurt either. Fuck it, I'll see what happens.

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Shit, it's already 5AM and I'm I still here. But I'm quite proud. I created a new person. I am GayGayForNayNay. That nice girl gave me the idea. I have to remind myself to follow her, although I have to be really careful not to mix my actual followers with my new ones.

I'll be from Europe, though I haven't decided where from yet, and I'm not giving away my age. Just in case. Having spent almost two hours creating this faux account and following almost anyone Naya Rivera-related, I can go to sleep. I can't wait to see what happens. It's good that I finished with this alter-ego shit cause my eyes can't take it anymore, they're practically shutting themselves without my consent…

Off with your head!

"What the f.. fuck?"

Off with your head…!

"Oh my God I really need to change that alarm! Shit! Ugh! I can't believe it's six already!"

Today it's going to be a long long day.

Oh! I almost forgot to…

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Heather was deep asleep. She didn't get much rest last night. She didn't have the slightest idea why she felt so restless lately. She's hardly slept a whole night in months and it was getting on her nerves. Everyone knows she's an easy-going person, relaxed, always with a sincere smile on her face, but not lately. Something wasn't going ok and she couldn't figure out what it actually was.

Something made her open her eyes widely and her body froze for a moment. Was it a noise? She kept still, not knowing what it was that woke her up in such a way. She checked the door. She looked out of the window. She checked her phone. Nope. Nothing. She decided it was too early to get up. She didn't have to be on set until 9 today so, why bother getting up just yet?

She wasn't able to sleep again though. What the hell was wrong with her? She checked her phone again. Almost 6:03 and nothing. She stared at it thinking: "Come on, please. Come on!" And suddenly it vibrated. A wide smile magically appeared on Heather's face when a text popped up.

Morning sweetheart. Missing you already. God it sucks working away from you. It's just not the same. Have a wonderful day. N

And with those few words Heather relaxed and fell asleep keeping her smile the rest of the morning.

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This is my third coffee and I still can't keep my eyes opened. I wish I could meet the genius who invented dark shades. I'd give her a hug right now -it obviously had to be a woman, no doubt. My shades have saved me in more than one occasion. And today it's one of them. They say it's about to rain but even so the light is so bright right now it's giving me a headache. Wish I could just go back to my trailer and take a quick nap. Fucking Twitter I hate you! If at least I had a hangover it'd mean I had a good time last night but… not even that.

"Hi Miss Hangover! How are you doing today?" that unmistakable voice comes up beside me.

"Hey, Lea. One, I don't have a hangover but even so your annoying voice is way more annoying than Berry's itself, and two, could you be less enthusiastic and cheerful? It's not even seven in the fucking morning for God's sake!"

I haven't even finished with Lea yet when I feel two arms hugging me from behind and soft skin leaning on my shoulder next to my neck whispering into my ear. "Morning sunshine! Rough night again? Whose turn was it this time?"

"Shut up Di! I'm not in the fucking mood. I haven't been able to sleep for like weeks now and am seriously considering taking some pills, I am so fucking tired. And what the fuck do you mean with whose turn? What are you trying to imply, huh?"

Dianna lets go of me and turns me around. "I'm not implying anything honey. It's not me who has been sleeping around with God knows how many guys who haven't even made it through the whole night. Just keeping it real."

"You know what, you should have played Santana. You're way much more of a bitch than I am and believe me that's fucking hard to find! And now, if Miss I'm-so-happy-I-could-burst-of-joy and Miss Judgemental-its-none-of-my-business-but-still-want-to-screw-one-of-my-best-friends-up would leave me the fuck alone and mind their own fucking business I'd be more than glad to get ready for this shit and go through my working day in peace, getting the hint, bitches?"

I turn around and I can see them looking at each other and shrug before they continue their way to the set. They're used to me by now. It's been four years although this last one we haven't been spending that much time together, especially with Dianna, which really sucks. I shouldn't treat her like that, I know. But who gives her the right to judge what I do and what I don't do? Not me, that's for sure. And besides, I don't sleep around with that many guys. It's been what? Five? Six? In like a couple of months? Well, that's not that many.

She has a point though. I don't know what I am doing with all these guys. I don't really enjoy sex that much with any of them anymore. Besides, I am supposed to be with Matt, though I really don't want to be with him. At least romantically. He's my friend. That shitty business with PR and managers trying to keep me away from my best friend really sucks. Why can't we be ourselves? Heather and I are best friends. That's it. What is so wrong about it? Rumors? The fans? My career? She's my best friend. Nothing more than that. It has never been anything more than that. I still don't know what is all the fuss about. I do miss her though. A lot.

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The day goes through surprisingly fast. It's not even 3PM and they called the rehearsal off until tomorrow. Six again. God damn it! Why does it have to be that early? Are they worried about traffic or something? Ugh!

I am so tired I think I'm just going to crash on my trailer's couch for half an hour. I'll be a new person at the next meeting this afternoon. What was it again? A photoshoot? Oh my… I'm gonna die young if I keep going like this. I just need some sleep! DAMN!

I get my phone out of my pocket and have a look at it. What's this? 23 notifications from Twitter? But I have the notifications turned off or I know my cell would just burn in minutes. I get what? A hundred mentions over an hour? And that's on a quiet day.

I open the app and realize the notifications come from my other account. My second "fake" account. Oh God I forgot all about that! More than 20 new followers! Awesome for a "no one."

Wait! A new text pops up. Not Twitter this time.

Hi hotstuff. I have at least a couple of hours left here and then I'm done. Still missing you. H

Oh God I miss her. Why do I miss her so much? It's not like we don't see each other anymore. Not as much as last year though. This crappy PR business again. Shit! I can't wait for the next private party, or cast reunion, or whatever excuse I have to see H again. I need to see her soon. It's been like what? A week? Too fucking long. Fuck!

I finally make my way into my trailer and lay down on the couch. My eyes are closing but I can't stop thinking of her. Damn she's my best friend why am I obsessing about her right now? I know I get easily obsessed over things, and people. Obsessing is a Capricorn thing, don't they say that? I know. I'll get into Twitter again. It'll be so boring I'll fall asleep in seconds. People on Twitter talk about me and Hemo. It's so funny. Why do they assume we're a couple? Don't they know the difference between acting and real life? Guess they don't. And what's this? FF? I thought it meant Follow Friday but it's not even Friday. What the hell is an FF? Best HeYa FFs? Well the HeYa thing is funny as hell. I kinda like it actually. But FF? Wait I'll just ask. I'm not Naya Rivera anymore am I?

Oh my God! Fan fictions? Are you fucking kidding me? Brittana fan fictions? Do people actually read this stuff? I gotta open some of these links later just to have a look.

Wait, what the fuck! HeYa fictions? Is this for real? Now I have to read this shit… I'm just too curious to put this down. Are they really writing about me? Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting! -well, I am but… Really? I gotta tell Heather, like right now, she's not going to fucking believe this. If only I could keep my eyes open one more second. I can't even see the phone screen anymore. It's all blurry.

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Heather has been a bit worried for the last couple of hours. Naya hasn't answered her texts and she never does that. She knows she finished shooting early today and has no clue as to why she hasn't shown popped up yet. That's why Heather personally decided to look for Naya. Her phone must be off cause she's not answering it and Dianna and Lea haven't heard of her in the last hour. They are not very happy with her today. She must have been a jerk to them again. She should really try to be nicer. Her Santana side is coming out more and more lately and Heather doesn't like it at all.

She hurries towards Naya's trailer, knocking on her door and getting no answer whatsoever. She pushes it open finding Naya lying on the couch, legs spread and cell phone on the floor right by her left hand.

"Nay honey" says Heather softly not to wake her abruptly. She knows Naya well enough to know she doesn't have a nice wake-up mood. "Wake up, sleeping beauty! It's almost seven. Don't you have work tonight?"

Naya's eyes start opening very slowly and to her surprise the first thing she sees is blue eyes staring right back at her and a lovely smile on her best friend's face.

"Heath? Wh… what are you doing here? Where am I…? Wait!" She sits up in a hurry and looks at the phone to check what time it is. "Fuck! The battery died! Fucking iPhones! What time is it? What are you doing here? What happened?"

"Calm down Nay" Heather says in a quiet voice trying to calm her friend. "It's almost seven, but nothing's wrong. I was just worried and decided to check up on you. Don't you have somewhere to be now sweetie?"

"Oh fuck! I had to be there at 6:30! The photoshoot! Fuck Heather I overslept"

"OK" Heather says in the same calming manner, "I'll drive you there. You're a diva remember? Divas always arrive late right?" giving the brunette a peck on the cheek, feeling her start to smile. They both get up and head straight to Heather's car.

"Besides this way, we'll get the chance to chat a bit, huh?" She said dragging a still sleepy Naya by her wrist.

They're already on their way when Naya feels totally awake, at last. She looks at Heather who is now driving and says, "Hemo, I still can't believe you came for me. Did anyone see you? We could get in trouble for this, you know?"

"It's not such a big deal. I was just a little worried. And, besides, it's not like we're totally forbidden to see each other. Well, almost but not totally" Heather says with a smile on her face.

"Anyways, how come you're so tired Nay?"

Heather asks her best friend but as soon as her words escape her mouth she totally regrets asking it. She realizes she doesn't really want to know and she's totally freaked out by the answer she's about to receive. She doesn't even know why she is reacting the way she is. Why would it bother her whether her friend stayed awake last night and why? Why has she been worrying about this kind of stuff lately? She's known Naya for quite a few years now and she has never had this feeling before. Ever since the last season of the show ended and when she knew that they wouldn't spend that much time together, she's been feeling weird. But why? And now she's freaking out cause she asked her best friend why she's always so tired and why she isn't getting all the sleep she needs.

Naya is about to answer when Heather stops her. "You know Nay? Sorry for asking, ok? It's none of my business. You must think I'm a freak or something. You can do whatever you want with your life, you know?"

Naya turns her head towards Heather with a confused look in her eyes. "H? Are you OK? What the hell are you talking about? A freak? What? I can do whatever I want? What the fuck is all this? I haven't been able to sleep much and I sincerely don't know why." She looks shyly down, not knowing what to say. She does know that she's been thinking about Heather a lot, and that confused her. She couldn't tell her that, so she decided to tell her about her "other" story.

"You know what H? I'll tell you. But I'm warning you, you're not gonna like what I'm just going to say ok?" Says Naya with almost a threatening voice.

Heather suddenly feels the need to pull over. Her legs are shaking and she's afraid because her hands are too. What is happening to her? She doesn't even know what Naya is going to tell her. Is she going to say that she misses her too? That she feels weird with all this PR created being apart? That she doesn't feel like her best friend anymore? What the hell is she going to tell her? She's getting really anxious and she's having trouble breathing, let alone be able to drive!

Naya pauses again and then starts talking shyly "It's all about…"

Heather can't take it anymore, Say something Naya please go on, say something, she thinks.

"It's all about… Twitter" Naya finally gets out.

"WHAT?" Heather pulls over in a rather abrupt way, lets off the steering wheel turning her full body towards Naya who opens her eyes widely almost in fear, "What the fuck, Naya? Twitter?" Says Heather yelling at Naya.

"Really Naya? Fucking Twitter?"