Alright guys, this is my first attempt at angst. This is a HeYa fic. Don't worry. I actually really like where it's going. I hope you approve.
Warning: Drinking and Big Sean Bashing, totally my imagination.
Heather eyed her phone worriedly before clutching her mouth. She read the article again, just to be sure. She couldn't believe it. That little shit had cheated on Naya. Naya was probably heartbroken, why hadn't she called her? 'I haven't really been a large part of her life since Elijah was born, I guess.' Heather thought back to how close they used to be. She thought about the last time they'd hung out, the last vacation they'd taken, their last kiss. The latter being the most searing part of her memory and the most recent. Sure, it was a scripted kiss in Glee but all of the old passion was there. They'd tried to blow it off but everyone could feel it, even the fans.
Shaking off the sweet memories, Heather Morris dialed those ten digits she knew so well. "Hello," a watery voice answered. The pained inflection was like a twisting knife to Heather's heart. "Uh hey Nay, are you alright?
I heard about what happened. I don't know if you have plans but Elijah and his dad are visiting Eli's grandma. I was wondering if you'd like to come over, get away from things for a while." Heather waited for a response as she heard a sigh on the other end of the phone, "I don't want to trouble you with my bullshit. I honestly just don't even remember the last time we've spent any time together. Don't let pity change my irrelevance in your life." Naya hung up the phone without giving Heather a chance to respond.
Naya slid to the floor clutching her cell phone like it was all she had in the world. She didn't know why she was such a bitch to Heather. Maybe because she was hurting already and didn't need to be reminded of another loss. 'Shit was never supposed to be like this,' she thought to herself as the tears streamed down. She loved Heather more than anyone else in the world but it was quite clear Heather didn't feel the same way about her, right? Naya got up from the cold floor and made her way to the extensive liquor cabinet. She pulled out her strongest vodka and thought about going to the kitchen for a glass before resigning herself to drinking from the bottle. She sat on the floor in her quiet hallway that perfectly echoed her sobs as she took swig after swig of the stinging alcohol.
Heather stared at her hands as a few tears fell down. Naya's words had stunned her and weighed heavily on her heart. Of course she'd known that it had been a while since they'd been the best of friends but she never thought that Naya would be so bitter. She loved Naya more than she loved herself. The only person she loved more was Elijah. She admitted, she was upset too. Things were never supposed to get so out of hand with their relationship. 'It's all my fault,' she thought, 'I have to make this right.' Heather urgently slid on her sandals, despite the fact that they really didn't match her outfit. She picked up her keys and quickly went out of the door.
Naya heard a knock at the door, she didn't even bother to wonder who was there. She didn't want to answer, she was too busy drowning her sorrows in this liquor. "Naya Marie Rivera," Heather yelled while banging on the door, "I know you're in there so please get the door. If you don't I'm going to assume you're need me and I'll use my key!" Naya grimaced 'well shit'. She didn't even try to get up. So what if Heather came in, she did need her. She'd always needed her. She probably always would. Naya shut her eyes tightly as she heard the locks in her massive front door click and the light pat of shoes hitting the floor.
Heather's eyes got wide and her heart sank at the sight of the person she'd do anything for crumpled against the ground clutching a glass bottle. "Are you okay Naya? Please be okay," she questioned concernedly. "I'm fine just leave. I know you don't want to be here anyway," Naya muttered taking another swig before attempting to dry her tear-stained cheeks. Heather looked at her in, what Naya almost mistook as a pained expression. It couldn't be though.. Heather didn't love her anymore. Heather quickly bent to the floor and worked herself behind Naya. She wrapped her arms snugly around the smaller tanner woman and whispered to her, "There isn't a place in this universe I'd rather be Naya. I am worried about you. Nothing short of a zombie apocalypse could take me from you. I want you to come home with me. I love you very much, now come home with me and let me take care of you. I have missed my NayNay."
Naya shivered slightly when Heather said she loved her. She wasn't sure if she belived her but it warmed her internally, or maybe it was the chest felt tight and she felt dizzy, but she'd blame it on the alcohol. She missed hearing that Heather loved her, she missed having these long pale arms secured around her, she missed the way Heather smelled like apples and vanilla. She wanted to take all of the hurt back. Yet, unfortunately the past had passed and things couldn't be done over. She felt a quaking in the pit of her stomach but quickly pushed it back.
"Haaaaym-m-o baby?," Naya slurred, "Can you help me to th-the bathroom? I think this shit is coming up!" Heather smiled at the use if her nickname before putting one of Naya's arms around her neck and lifting her up. She then looked at the disheveled girl in her arms and said, "That depends, are you going to come home with me?" The blonde hesitated to move forward until she recieved Naya's answer, she would help her regardless but she silently prayed Naya would be fooled. The tanner girl quickly nodded her head as they shuffled to the ornate bathroom. As soon as Naya reached the toilet, she fell to her knees and began wretching in a way that made Heather want to cry. She hadn't felt this bad since that night, she hadn't seen Naya so upset since the night that changed them both.
Heather fought back tears as she watched Naya in her pitiful position, holding her hair and rubbing her shaking back. Heather felt sick herself, not because of the vomit but because she felt responsible. She felt responsible for everything that'd happened. Not directly, but if she'd made some smarter decisions in the past Naya would not be in such misery. The sudden snap of the brunette's head up from the porcelain seat of the toilet pulled Heather out of her self hatred.
Naya turned her head to look at the beautiful girl standing above her and sloppily wiped her mouth. 'Way to embarrass yourself Rivera.' She thought. Heather was probably disgusted with her. "Hedder, imma goin to go to your house right?" Naya inquired. Heather exhaled softly, "Of course gorgeous. Whenever you're done puking we can go to my house and cuddle in my bed ok?" Naya smiled lazily and tried to stand as Heather gripped her arm to stabilize her. "All done," the brunette said, "I needa brush on all my teeth then a goin to y-your houses." The blonde smiled as she led the other woman to the sink and helped her brush her teeth.
Heather struggled to get the drunken Naya into the passenger side. She smiled when she finally got the drunk girl settled into the car. Heather hurried over to the driver's side and situated herself looking over at the beautiful slumped girl next to her before she pulled out of the driveway.
The blonde woman turned up the radio and started singing along as she drove down the street. Out of nowhere, Naya began to sing too. Her singing wasn't exactly along to the music and as Beyonce's 'Love on Top' played, the brunette loudly slurred. "Foooorrrrrr yoooouuu. Thell be no mooooore cry-cry-innnnnggg," Naya sang leaning up in her chair, "Fer youu the sub will be siiiiigned." Heather bursted into uproarious laughter at the talented singer as she botched one song with another in the background. Naya didn't understand what Heather found so funny, "What? You don' member tha? I sunged it to you, member that Hedder?" The blonde woman looked over into the eyes of the darker woman as she slowed to a stop at a red light.
Naya looked on the brink of tears yet again. Heather grabbed Naya's left hand in her right and kissed it. The brunette's face grew red as the blonde woman spoke, "Of course I remember sweetheart. Songbird was one of the best moments of my life and most beautiful thing I'd seen before my son was born. I think about it alot." All of a sudden, Naya began to fully cry. She couldn't help it, not only was she a weepy drunk but, she felt loved and important for the first time in a week. She felt important to the only person who'd ever really mattered to her. The drunk happy tears spilled freely from her eyes. Heather, who'd gone back to driving was still holding Naya's hand and when the tears began to flow she squeezed the tan little hand wrapped in hers.
Heather couldn't get over how excited she felt. She'd finally get to have Naya to herself, like in the good old days. Of course it wasn't under the best of circumstances but it didn't matter, she'd make the most out of her chance. She didn't exactly know what to expect when Naya sobered up, she just knew she wanted to be there for her when it happened. She felt like maybe everything was turning out for the best this way. She looked adoringly into the passenger side at the now sleeping actress, as she drove through the night and could only think one thing. Absolutely perfect.
Heather pulled to a stop as her garage door slid shut. Naya heard a thud and jolted groggily awake, she tried to look around but her head was pounding and she was dizzy as hell. Heather looked down at the confused woman slumped in her seat, as she turned off her car. She smiled slightly looking at Naya lovingly despite the fact that her hair was all over the place and her face was bare. Naya finally looked you to make eye contact with the blonde woman and her heart skipped a beat. She could feel her blood warm as the other woman looked at her and a lump formed in her throat. She remembered when she lived for those looks.
Heather slid out of the seat before she did something that she'd regret. She shut her door behind her and walked around the car. She stopped behind the trunk as she pulled herself together. 'You can't let your guard down, yes you can take care of her but keep your feelings in check'. She thought sternly to herself. Things were over after all and it was her fault, right? She took a deep breath and went over to Naya's door and opened it.
The browner lady locked eyes with the white one as her door was wrenched open. She was slightly less drunk and more coherent, she felt something swell and warm in her chest. She quickly looked away and undid Her seatbelt. "I have it," Naya said trying to gain some control of the situation. She stumbled out of the car as Heather grabbed her elbow and pulled her close preventing her from falling. She helped the smaller woman into the house and laid her down on her bed. When she was sure Naya was changed into a tshirt and lying down she went to shower.
All in the shower Heather couldn't get Naya off of her mind. She resolved sleeping in one of the guest rooms would be best for everyone. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. As she walked into her bedroom she felt brown eyes fall on her. She quickly changed into a tshirt and a pair of boyshorts, meanwhile she never felt the eyes leave her. When she went to leave the room a voice stopped her, "Where are you going? Please come sleep with me." Heather prayed to herself before climbing in the bed next to Naya and laid down beside the woman. Within an instant, the smaller woman was laying on the chest of the taller. Naya could feel Heather's heartbeat and it made her own heart race to be cuddled up to the woman. She couldn't breathe correctly and when she looked up into nervous crystal blue eyes she couldn't help herself. Naya pressed her full shapely lips into Heather's and the sensation that followed was so much like that of the past.
Heather tried to convince herself that it was because Naya was drunk that she'd kissed her. She was so into the kiss though that she kissed back and parted her lips. She'd missed her tongue inside her mouth and her body draped over hers. All too soon, Heather decided to end the kiss and with swollen lips Naya murmured with certainty; "I love you Hemo." Heather inhaled sharply and whispered back, afraid of the honesty of her next comment, "I love you even more Nay. I always have sweetheart."