A/N: Hi all! This is something my mind's been cooking up for a while now, and I've finally gotten around to writing it. I originally intended to make this a Naya/Dianna fic (Nayanna?), but as I was typing it up, it veered itself towards Heya. Huh. What can I say? My writing has a mind of its own. Anyways, I want to know if you think I should keep it Heya or change it to Naya/Dianna. If I keep it Heya, I will definitely add a touch of Dianna/Lea on the side (more like Dianna/Lea longing), so for all of you Achele fans, do not panic. ;) I'll also have many Naya/Dianna friendship scenes if it ends up staying Heya. Anyways, enjoy! I really hope it's good, because it was a blast writing!

Note: The time frame is the beginning of the shooting of season three, so basically, now.

Note: Also, I've said this is Heya, but for now it is just a Naya and Heather fic. I am undecided about if I'm going to make it Heya romance…yet. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor will I ever (unless I somehow manage to take over the world—highly unlikely). Also, this is unbeta'd, so apologies in advance for any and all mistakes.

Rating: T for now...maybe M later?

Spoilers: To be safe, anything through season two. Later chapters may reveal spoilers I've read are going to happen in season three.

Click. Click.

Damn it.

Click. Click.

Damn it!

Click. Cli—

"Ugh!" I yell furiously, throwing my sweatshirt across the room, avoiding flinging something heavier as to not break anything. "Stupid trailers!"

"Naya, you're going to have to let me in eventually! I'll stay out here as long as I need to."

I sigh. Why do Heather and I have to argue today of all days? This was supposed to be good. It was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be the day in which we film the most ultimate scene that any Brittana fan could ever witness.

The first kiss.

Or so I call it. To me, that's what it is. Santana's first on-screen kiss. Sure, Santana and Brittany have, as the writers put it, "gotten there mack on" before, but that doesn't mean they've done it in front of millions of viewers.

"Naya!"

"Oh what the hell now…" I mutter to myself. All I want is for my stupid trailer door to lock, shutting out anyone and everyone. I just want to relax before I have to go out there and shoot that damn scene which, only an hour earlier, was perhaps the most exciting thing I was looking forward to all season. Not reuniting with everyone. Not seeing what everyone else's characters were going to be up to. Not even spending endless hours with Heather. I just wanted that damn kiss! I still want that damn kiss! In the words of Santana: I needs ta get my mack on.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to act all pervy or whatever. I've certainly outgrown those days. Our characters may be in high school, but we most definitely are not. It sometimes feels like it, though, between acting like high schoolers all day, hanging out in classrooms and auditoriums, and dealing with the crazy drama I call Heather.

Oh Heather.

"Naya!" she screams at the top of her lungs. "You can't shut me out forever! I'm your best friend! Please, just talk to me! Tell me what I did wrong."

I lean my head against the door but don't make a move to open it. I try to lock it one more time and finally, it locks. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, sensing a brewing headache. Walking over to my couch, I plop myself down, completely and utterly exhausted.

Why does she have to be so perfect? Why can't I just have one good day lately? Why couldn't this have been the best day of my life? Why can't I go out there and pretend like nothing is wrong and just enjoy the hell out of that kiss?

Oh right. A lot of reasons. One: It'd be wrong. Two: It wouldn't even be me kissing her, it'd be Santana. Three: I couldn't lie to her like that. Four: It'd be wrong.

Why can't I just have one good day? Why, why, why, why?

I press my hand against the side of my head.

Too many questions.

Headache.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Calm down, Naya.

Sighing, I stand up, walking over to the schedule on my desk. I check the times then check the clock on my wall. It reads 3:27. Great. Thirty-three more minutes to sort myself out, calm the hell down, and compose myself just enough to go out there, say a few lines, and give Heather the kiss of her life.

No, no, no! Just a regular kiss. Strike that. Not even that. A fake kiss. It's acting after all. That's what it's going to be for her, so that's what it will have to be for me.

A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts.

"If this is you, Heather, I swear…" I mutter to myself.

Peeking out the window, I notice Heather is walking off towards her trailer. Surprised that she finally gave up—Heather isn't the most defeated of all people—I wonder who's at the door. Walking over to it, I unlock it and yank it open.

"Dianna," I state, taken aback.

"Hey Naya. I saw Heather over here and heard her screaming her head off, so I thought I'd come and check if everything was alright."

"Um…yeah. Why don't you come in?" I back up, letting her in and then shut the door, promptly locking it. I don't want Heather to see I've let someone else in and give her the idea that she can waltz right in as well.

"So…is everything okay?" Dianna asks quizzically. She takes a seat on my couch and crosses her right leg over her left, her pale yellow colored dress riding up the tiniest bit. Her expressions is one of pure curiosity and a touch of concern. I shouldn't be surprised about that, though. Dianna is one of the kindest people I know.

I sigh, deciding to not lie, but not exactly give her the whole truth either. I need to work through things myself before I can let other people in on all of my secrets.

"Kind of. Heather and I have just been…going through stuff lately."

"What kind of stuff?"

I shrug. "I don't know how to explain it really. We've both just been busy thinking about…things. Well, I've been thinking about certain things more than she has," I mutter under my breath.

"What do you mean?" Dianna asks confusedly.

Oops. Didn't mean to say that loud enough for her to here. Think Naya. You have to say something or she's going to think you're hiding something from her. Wait. You are hiding something from her. Uh-oh. Now she's looking at you weirdly.

"Nothing really. We just have different views on things, that's all."

Dianna, obviously sensing I'm having a hard time with this conversation, lightens up a bit and doesn't push my answer. Instead, she asks a different question.

"So are you ready for your scene?"

I'm shooting a few scenes today, but I don't need to ask her which one she's referring to.

"Not really," I reply honestly. "I'm thinking it's going to be kind of awkward what with all the arguing we've been doing lately.

Dianna nods, pondering this. I shift uncomfortably, moving the weight on my left foot to my right.

"Do you want me to go?" she asks suddenly.

"What? Why would you ask that?"

She shrugs in response. "I don't know. You just don't seem like yourself right now. You're clearly dealing with something, and I don't want to be here if you're trying to sort stuff out before you have to shoot the scene."

Wow. Can she read my mind?

"Dianna…"

She smiles. "It's okay, I get it. Well, I'll see you around Naya. Whatever's going on with you and Heather, you should try and fix it." She says it sweetly, with no push or glint of anger in her voice at all. "You two are best friends. Naya without Heather is like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the jelly. Wouldn't work. Not an option."

I give her a weak smile. "Thanks, Di. You really are the greatest, you know that?"

She gives me a sad smile in return, almost as if she's trying to believe she's the greatest but failing miserably.

"If you say so, Naya."

I open the door for her and thank her again. I watch her make her way down the stairs and off towards set. She and Lea had some scene to work on today and I'm sure she's going to costume or hair and makeup.

Checking the time again, I notice I only have ten minutes before I have to get to hair and makeup as well.

Well, despite my sullen mood, the show must go on.

"Alright, Heather, move slightly towards your left. Yep, that's right…no, no. A little to your right now…There! Perfect. Don't move."

Heather smiles at Eric and nods her understanding. I watch her, that cute blonde ponytail of hers bobbing up and down. Stop it, Naya. Focus. Focus.

"…after she moves there, okay Naya?"

I blink, unaware of anything that Eric just said.

"Um, sorry. What was that?" I stammer, trying to get my bearings.

"I said that after Heather moves towards the sink, follow her and stand on her right. Got it now?"

I nod and apologize swiftly. Heather eyes me curiously, but doesn't let anyone but me notice. It's crucial we stay in character; Ryan's watching us after all. We can't mess up in front of the head honcho.

"Alright girls, this is good. Real gold we got right here. Make it perfect, okay?"

I fidget. Eric directed the Duets episode from early season two and I remember even back then he fought until the very end to get our "sweet lady kisses" scene perfect. I guess he's got it bad for Brittana.

Well that makes two of us.

All I can remember from that episode is kissing Heather's neck and wanting so badly to kiss her more, going lower and lower and—

"Just make it look like you wanna go down on each other like there's no tomorrow."

Heather laughs. I cough, spluttering on my own saliva. Yeah, Eric. I'll make it look like that. It'll be perhaps the best acting you've ever seen. And why is that? Oh right. Because all I want to do right now is make crazy love to Heather and have her begging me for more.

Sigh.

Wishful thinking never got anyone anywhere.

"Alrighty girls. Are we ready? Here we go. And…action."

The set quiets. The only noise is the breathing of actors, directors, cameramen, and producers alike. I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest in about five seconds. I steal a glance at Heather through the mirror of the make shift bathroom and see that she's cool as a cucumber, standing perfectly still and waiting patiently for me to say my line.

"Any day now, Naya," I hear Eric say. Through the mirror, I spot Ryan's fixed gaze. It's gradually becoming curious and I know that if I continue to stand there like a mindless idiot, I'll surely be getting a famous Ryan lecture.

"Listen, Britt-Britt," I start. My voice is gentle, gentler than the normal Santana usually is. She is with Brittany after all, and she tends to be a lot calmer and much more caring when she is.

"I know I've been kind of confusing lately, but you have to know why. I-I think I'm ready."

"For what?" Heather says. She makes the perfect Brittany. Even those two words; they have just the right amount of confusion coupled with just the right dose of bewilderment.

"For us. For us to be together." I can feel my heart pounding harder. Heather moves towards the sink and I follow after her.

"You are?" she asks.

I nod. "Yeah. I've been thinking about it, and all I want is to be with you. I love you, Brittany. I even talked to Kurt.

"You did?" The confusion in her voice sounds so real, I almost believe that I am Santana and she is Brittany.

"Mhm. And it got me thinking. He told me that he's with Blaine because he loves him. He doesn't care if other people are against their relationship. Sure he gets upset when he gets slushied or pushed—why wouldn't he? But he's not going to let some bullies get in his way of being with who he loves."

"Wait. Why would people care if he and Blaine are together?"

I smile, attempting my best to portray Santana's love of Brittany's innocence. It must work, because Eric is staring us down intently, motioning for us to continue.

"Because not everyone is like you. Not everyone can love as much as you. And trust me; no one is as accepting as you are." I give her my best smile. Inside, my heart is breaking over and over but I know I have to push through it.

"That's sweet, Santana. I can't wait to tell Lord Tubbington you said that!" Heather jumps up and down giddily.

"So you understand me?"

"Of course I do. You want to be with me even when we're in school, not just in my room or your room getting our sweet lady kisses on."

"That's right. So…what do you say?"

"Hmm…I think we should try something."

"And what would that be?"

Heather smiles and inches closer. I do, too, and before I know it, our faces are about a centimeter apart. I inhale the sweet pear smell of her shampoo and detect a whiff of strawberry lip gloss smattered on her lips. I look at them. Those perfect lips. She leans in. This is it. We're about to do this. Right here, right now. Millions of people will see this in only a matter of weeks. What if they realize my kiss is a bit too sure? What if they can see through Santana to me? I can't do this. No. I have to. But…

I can't.

I pull away. I back up, horrified, my back hitting the sink. Heather gives me a confused, almost hurt look. Eric begins to yell. Ryan stands stoically, poised, as if deciding what to do with me.

"Cut!" Eric yells. "What the hell was that, Naya?"

I can't do this. It's too much. My heart is going to burst and my brain is going to explode. I know what I have to do. I have to find someone to talk to, someone who'll know what's going on. Dianna, maybe. We talked earlier, maybe she could help. But…no. She's shooting that scene with Lea. Chris! Yes, Chris. He's been through this before, this trying to figure yourself out. But…Chris is still a guy, maybe he wouldn't totally understand.

I've got it.

I turn around and head for the hallway, setting my mind on that one person's trailer.

"Naya! Get back here!" Eric calls crazily. I can see him stomping his way all over set, yelling at people to do something. Ryan just stands there, obviously debating something. And Heather. There she is. She looks so broken, so lost. I never wanted to hurt her, but the truth is, she hurt me first.

With that, I run away. Away from set, away from Heather, away from even me. Yep. I've definitely gone off the edge. All my sanity disappeared the minute I met Heather.

Oh well. I guess this is what they meant by unrequited love. I once argued with my mom about this. I had told her that it wasn't possible; that if one person loved another, then that other must have some feelings for them.

Well you know what? Karma's a bitch.

Note: There it is! Chapter one. I'm planning to add more, but I'd like to know if you want to read more as well. Please drop a review! Critique, comment, compliment; the whole nine yards folks! Thanks for reading and sorry for all the author's notes. :P

Note: One more, I PROMISE. I am currently taking any suggestions for fics. If you have anything you want to read, let me know and I'll be happy to give it a whirl. I've been wanting to get back to writing so I'd gladly take ideas. I write for the Glee and Criminal Minds fandoms and though I'm more comfortable with femslash (Brittana = OTP after all), I will write anything! Er...maybe nothing too 'M' rated, but yeah, basically anything! Alright peeps. Review away!

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