AN: Hi everyone. This is my first Glee fic, and my first posting to . Please read, review and enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned in the story, and this is fiction straight out of my head so none of this really happened. The plot for the film 'Every Day' is based on 'The Latte Girl'. This was allowed with express permission of lorjess176

Chapter 1

"Okay, so then cut to him running away from the coffee shop and dropping the latte on the floor…" Ashley looked inquisitively up at Heather, who was tapping away on her computer. "What do you think?" Heather nodded, "It's sweet. Like, sweet and sad at the same time. I've got a bit of dialogue that I think would work really well. Do you want to give me, like, an hour and then we can go over it?" Ashley nodded, high fiving her roommate as she walked past the sofa.

The pair had spent pretty much every waking moment since Glee had finished for a short hiatus working on a new short film. They had decided on a romantic comedy about a young coffee shop worker's blossoming relationship with a regular customer; he would come in at exactly the same time every day and she would encourage him to break his routine and try new tastes. Ashley had a few people in mind to play the male lead, and it was Heather's job to find the perfect girl to play the barista.

Once she had typed the final line, Heather sat up and stretched. Her cat, Zach was curled up asleep on the sofa next to her so she reached out and stroked him lazily. It had been so much fun to throw herself into a new project instead of Glee, she was in control here and got to exercise a part of her brain that remained dormant when she was filming. As much as she loved the show, the relentless demand for her to be perfect was not something she would miss when they finally wrapped the season. One thing she would miss, however, was the people. The group were best friends, spending all their time together on and off set had made them super close. The fact that she missed them after a few short days made her smile; she could never survive without them all in her life.

A buzzing from the arm of the sofa pulled Heather out of her thoughts. Opening the text, she smiled to herself. 'Party at mine Tuesday. Starts at 8, bring friends, bring food, but mainly bring yourself! Harry x ' Heather quickly picked up the phone and dialled the one person she knew she could count on to be going.

Naya was stretched out on the sofa, deeply engrossed in yet another re-run of Teen Mom. Since Glee was on hiatus, she had decided to use the majority of her time catching up on the reality shows backed up on her DVR. Her sister had visited over a weekend, but even then they had only left the house to buy food. Nickayla was just as obsessed with reality TV. Having more free time than her older sister meant that she could fuel the fire by adding additional gossip and a second opinion.

Naya had just finished reading the text from Harry when her phone rang. Smiling at the photo on her screen, she picked up.

"HeeeeeeMooooooo"

"Hey Nay!"

"I miss you! Are you coming to Harry's? What have you been doing? Wanna come over?"

Heather couldn't help but giggle at her best friend's enthusiasm.

"Whoa, Rivera. Calm. Yeah, I was actually just calling to ask you about Harry's. I'll take it you're going then?"

"Of course. I've missed everyone so much and we've only been off set for eight days."

Heather giggled at the realisation that she felt like it had been much longer.

"Anyway, what have you been up to?" Naya continued.

"Well, Ash and I are writing another film. Another romantic comedy short. I really like this one, actually. It's not been going on long but we're looking to cast it soon and get it filmed asap."

Naya smiled as she thought of the passion Ashley and Heather shared for their work. The films she had seen were hilarious and she wanted so badly to be in one of them.

"Heather? Would you mind if I auditioned for a part? I know we work together all the time but I'd love to get involved if you're alright with it. I had so much fun working with you and Ashley last time…"

Heather pondered this for a second. Naya was her best friend and she didn't want to appear biased, but Ashley had said that it was her job to find a pretty girl to play the coffee shop worker.

"Nay, I'll get Ash to send you a breakdown of the plot when it's finalised and a copy of the script we've been working on so far. I have a part in mind for you; I need to clear it with her but I think you'd be perfect. I'll talk to you about it at Harry's, okay?"

By the time Heather arrived at Harry's, the bass was shaking the windows. Cautiously, she stepped over Cory who was propped up against the stairs. 'HeeeeeMooooo, you're heeeeere!' he slurred, lunging forwards for a hug but missing completely. Giggling, Heather opened the door. The scene presented before her was one she was familiar with; every cast party seemed to go the same way.

There was a group of dancers in the centre of the room taking it in turns to battle one another. Curled up on the sofa, clearly deep in conversation, were Jenna, Amber and Lea. To the left, Dianna and Chris were in the kitchen learning how to mix the perfect cocktail with Telly. From the crowd of dancing bodies, Harry emerged clutching a bottle of beer. 'Heather! So glad you could make it. Can I get you a drink?' Heather smiled and nodded, taking the first drink he offered. Something was uncomfortable about the situation she found herself in; uncomfortable but all too familiar.

'Harry, have you seen Nay?' Heather asked, almost knowing what the answer was going to be. 'Yeah. Well, I know they're here but I haven't seen them for about half an hour. Probably about somewhere.' Heather nodded, and walked towards the sofa as Jenna beckoned her to sit with them.

'Hey hon,' Jenna smiled and embraced Heather. 'Glad you're here. Having a good time?'

Heather smiled and nodded. 'Yeah, I just need a drink before I can really relax. I've been so stressed lately.'

Amber looked up inquisitively. 'Heather, we're not working. How on earth are you this exhausted?'

Heather opened her mouth to explain about the film when the door behind her opened. Mark appeared first, adjusting his jeans and grabbing a bottle of beer off the side. Behind him stood Naya, who was tying her hair up and obviously trying too hard to make it look like she hadn't done anything in the bedroom.

'Naya,' Heather whispered as the girl leaned on her shoulder. 'Having a good night?' Naya looked nonchalant, 'yeah, it's okay. Yeah.'

The awkwardness caused by Naya's entrance was enough to cause Heather to get up, excusing herself in order to get another drink.

Telly, Dianna and Chris had made enough cocktails to fill a bath tub, and so Heather took it upon herself to drink as many as possible. She cursed loudly at the burning sensation in her throat after her fourth, maybe fifth, drink. Hearing a familiar voice behind her, she turned around to face Naya and downed another, grimacing at the strong taste of vodka.

Naya looked at her, concerned. 'Heather, how many have you had?' Heather shrugged, 'no idea. I wanted to talk to you about the film, but I'm too drunk now.' Naya nodded, 'yeah, you might be a little too drunk sweetie. Do you think you should go home?' Nodding and beginning to feel nauseous, Heather picked up her coat and went to the door. Clutching onto it with one hand, she attempted a wave with the other. She deflated at the sight before her as she went to say goodbye to her best friend; Naya was pressed against Mark, kissing his lips and running her hands in his hair.