Bizarre Reality

"When I pictured my wedding day I thought I'd be the most beautiful bride ever but..." She burst inside the room which sent me into a panic mode. I looked for something to cover me and found a blanket hanging on a couch. I took it clumsily and wrapped it around myself. "I was wrong, you are. You look amazing-"

"Santana, what are you doing? This is like, the ultimate bad luck." I rushed to push her out of the room. "The bride cannot see the bride before the ceremony. Why are you trying to sabotage this wedding?" I asked exasperatingly.

To my disappointment, she entered the room again, "You know what? This was all adorable," I sighed and shook my head in defeat, "but now I'm putting my foot down. Do you even know why a groom cannot see his bride before the wedding?"

I shook my head while saying, "Cannibalism?"

"No," She answered right away. "Dates back to arranged marriages, people thought that if the couple had time to see each other before the wedding, they would change their minds and bail on actually getting married."

I pondered for a bit.

"That's not us, okay?" She said with such sincerity and conviction. "Because you love me and I love you. And no silly superstitions are gonna change that."

I looked down still feeling a little conscious.

"Hey," She held my hands and I looked back at her. "I'm really sorry that I can't go an hour without seeing you 'cause I'll just miss you too much." She said with so much pride that made my heart swell. "Me and you? Rules don't play to us. They never had, we make our own luck! So I say that it's good luck to kiss the bride before the wedding because then we'll have that kiss that we can't have in front of our friends and family 'cause they'd be too jealous."

That convinced me enough to throw the blanket somewhere else.

"Come here." She pulled me closer and kissed me with all the passion and love in the world. I wrapped my arms around her neck as she held me too close – as if too afraid of letting me go even just for a second.

"I love you so much!" I sighed and –

"Cut!"

Tears almost rolled out of my eyes when Naya pulled back too quickly. Back to several years, we would still linger in each other's space to assure one another that we had a perfect kiss... but now, it all felt too different – for her maybe, but not for me. I missed doing that to her. I missed holding her and looking into those marvelous brown orbs she possesses.

She went to another part of the room as makeup artists and stylists followed her. Ryan reminded us of what the next scene is all about. I just nodded my head, too busy glancing at Naya. She looks breathtaking. I don't know if I can bear to look at her later in the actual wedding dress.

Disappointment set in my system as I remember that this is not the first time she'll be wearing a wedding gown – in fact, this will be the second one. It sucks seeing the precious ring on her finger. It keeps on reminding me how stupid I am. He owns her. She's happy. It's that simple. Good thing that they humbly asked us to remove our rings for the shoot. At least we can pretend, even just for some time, we are not in a relationship to anybody.

"Okay, let's get back to work." Ryan clapped his hand and instructed us to go back in place.

I grinned at her though she only gave me a tight lipped smile. I can accept that. Besides, it's the only choice I have. I'll accept anything, even the littlest of things when it comes from her.

...

The shoot was done for today. We went separately on our trailers. I slump my body down on the couch and rested my head on my hands in front of the table. Whirlwind of thoughts invaded my mind. She seems to close yet too far. I sighed at the thought. If only I could go back in time and change everything. But what's done is done. We cannot change the past.

"You two seemed so close. Do you know her back then?" a voice appeared behind me as another day of shoot went by. We are almost done with the next episode. I am seated in one of the front row chairs.

"Huh?" I looked back confused of who is talking. I recognized that it was Quinn – or the person behind it. I forgot her name.

"Dianna..." She said as if she can read my mind.

"Oh, hey!" I said sheepishly. "Who are you talking about?"

"Her." She pointed out to the brunette girl talking to Matthew.

"We just met here actually." I answered.

"Really?" she sounded amazed. "I thought you were friends. I always saw you together... even during breaks."

"Yeah, she's pretty amazing." I shrugged and smiled at her. Dianna moved to sit beside me.

"Hm, would you believe that we only exchange two words a day – 'hi' and 'hello'. That's it!"

I chuckled when she crossed her arms as if observing everyone.

"She's not much of a talker."

"I know." She sighed and smiled. "So tell me... how was it working with the Queen Bey?"

I was used to this kind of questions. Almost everyone else in the room asked me the same question except for Naya. The conversation that Dianna and I had was very light yet so fun. We exchanged brief information about ourselves, mostly about the background we have in the industry.

After our short break, we went to our assigned positions. Naya and I were seated at the back while we listen to Lea in Rachel Berry mode. Boredom seems to strike too often with us.

"Hey..." Naya nudged my arm.

I looked at her and scrunched my brows.

"I'm tired..." she said pointing in front. I know what she meant. We are all tired of watching, sitting and pretending to be listening.

I smiled and shook my head. I patted my shoulder. "Come on, lean on me." I offered.

"Really?" she asked, quite amused. "You sure?"

"Without a doubt." I assured her.

She shrugged her shoulders then rested her head on my shoulders. It seems too natural for us even though we only knew each other for weeks.

"Di said something today..." I whispered.

"Di? As in Dianna?" she whispered back.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"She told me that you're not really talking to them."

"Well, what am I supposed to say?"

"I don't know? But what about me? We don't even know each other better yet you're fond of talking to me."

"Well, what can I say? I feel really comfortable with you." I gave her a doubting look. "But... I'll try talking to them." She said right away.

"Okay, at least try to say a little more than just 'hi' or 'hello'."

We both chuckled as she playfully punched my arm.

There's a loud knock on the trailer door which brought me out of my thoughts.

"Hey." Naya said as she poked her head.

I immediately stood up. Having forgotten that I wore a long dress, I stepped over it and stumble back on the couch.

"Oomf!"

"Gosh! Are you alright?" Naya rushed to my side.

"Y-yeah." This is the first time since we've returned in Glee that we have this close proximity – that is unscripted of course.

"I just dropped by to give you this." She handed me a paper bag.

"What's this?"

"Ryan told me that you wanted them." She said while standing up.

"Oh, yeah. I remembered." I asked Ryan if I can have some of the original photos in Brittany's room and of course some stuffs that Santana owns.

"Well, I'll go ahead." She said and walked towards the door.

I wanted to stop her. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted her to hold me back. But all of my thoughts are too vague. My body remained immobile that affected my ability to speak.

"Naya..." I whispered when she finally left.

...

Naya's POV

I leaned against the door of Heather's trailer for support. I couldn't think clearly. My mind's clouded with so many thoughts... thoughts of her, me and us. What happened to us?

"This is an interesting scene..." I said while Heather and I are talking on the phone.

"What is it?"

"Haven't you read the script?"

"Nope. Not yet. Still doing something." She's clearly doing a lot of things because I can hear shuffling in the background.

"HeMo, what are you doing?"

"Um..." I heard louder shuffling this time. "There! Done!" I can hear the smile just from her voice. "Sorry about that. What were you saying?" She asked panting a little.

"What did you just do?"

"Well... I moved some stuffs in my room. I placed some old books in the boxes and kept them in the storage. I gotta display the books you gave me last week."

"Are you done reading them all?"

"No, not yet. But I've read three. I really like If the Cat Fits."

"Of course." I rolled my eyes and chuckled a little. "How can you not love it? It's all about cats isn't it?"

She laughed. "No! It's not just about cats!" she emphasized.

"Okay, okay! So, going back... did you read it or not?"

"What? The book?"

"No! The script!"

"Oh." I know that she's smiling sheepishly. "Not yet. But I have it in me now so... wait. Let me just scan this a little."

"I'll just tell you –"

"No! I want to read it."

"Fine!"

She didn't respond for a while.

"HeMo? Are you still there?" I checked. I can hear her humming. I decided to reread the script.

"So, we're not gonna sing together?" she asked after a long pause.

"Seems like it. I'm gonna have a duet with Amber."

"Yeah, what a shame though. I'm sure that we'll have a much awesome performance together."

I laughed. "You bet. Santana is really confusing me... her character is just so... bitchy?"

"Don't worry Nay, I'm sure you'll give justice to her character. Ooh, by the way... we'll have our sweet lady kisses tomorrow." She teased. I know that she can feel the embarrassment I'm feeling. "I'll be sure to take a good long bath."

"Shut up!"

Trust Heather that when it comes to awkward scenes she can turn them into fun and light ones.

"I'm gonna hit the bed now, Heather."

"Okay Nay. Good night, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure thing. Night!"

Tears rolled down my eyes. Good thing that it is getting dark. I wiped my face clumsily and head to the parking lot.

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