Chapter 1

"Holy mother of fuck!" Ran through a small apartment in Los Angeles, followed by a loud thud and groan. That ladies and gentlemen, is why grown women shouldn't jump on their beds.

"Oh pain. Oh wow. Never doing that again." In fairness to the woman currently rubbing her ass, she wasn't jumping on her bed just for thrills; she was jumping on it because she just got a call from her agent confirming that she, Naya Rivera, has gotten the part of Santana Lopez, a cheerleader on a new show called Glee. I mean sure, it wasn't a huge part but it's still a part. Plus, she never got to be a cheerleader; hello opportunity to fullfill a dream.

Naya stood up from her place on the floor and limped slightly to her living room, because really, bed should come with some sort of warning. Warning: If you're over 6, don't jump on the bed. You'll hurt your ass.

But whatever, it was so worth it. After getting a bottle of water from her fridge she threw herself down on the couch, not caring that she just landed on her already bruised behind. "Wait. What time did Ryan say I have to be their tomorrow? 7? 8? Oh shit. Well this isn't good." Naya sat there thinking, but the number wouldn't come to her, and right there is another reason why adults shouldn't jump on beds: you forget information that you got told less than 20 minutes ago. She was pulled from her thoughts by a knocking on the front door.

Pulling herself off the couch with a groan she trudged through her apartment. She stands on her tiptoes and looks out the peep hole, she really shouldn't have to stand on them, but no, someone decided to put the peephole freakishly high. Obviously a male. Letting out a sigh when she saw who was on the other side of her door, she pulled the chain and opened the door with a fake smile.

"Hello Mrs Jones." She said louder than usual, knowing the woman may as well be deaf with how little hearing she actually has.

The short elder woman looked her up and down, and really she's lucky she's an old woman, any other of her neighbours and they'd be punched right in the jaw by now. "Hello dear." She finally replied.

Naya looked at the woman expectantly. After a good few minutes of silence, yes pure silence, Naya cleared her throat. "Did you want something, Mrs Jones?"

Mrs Jones frowned and then pointed to her ear, "What?" She yelled.

Don't hit old people. Don't hit old people. Naya clenched her fist at her side because holy fuck this woman was annoying.

"Did you want something?" Naya yelled back.

Mrs Jones took a gentle step back, "No need to shout, young lady. But yes, I heard a bang." She said as she tried to look around Naya and into the apartment, showing her nosey side that all people seem to get once they get over 50.

"Oh yeah, I fell of my bed. The bang was me…hitting the ground." Naya told her with slight embarrassment, what 22 year old wants to admit they fell of their bed and more than likely made their ass purple.

"Are you sure?"

Naya squinted her eyes, "Yup…pretty sure."

Mrs Jones paused for a second, "Right then. Well, be more careful next time dear." And with that the old woman slowly walked away, letting her Zimmer Frame support her.

Naya rolled her eyes before shutting the door. That woman really grinds her gears, in the words of Peter Griffin. She glanced at the clock on her wall, 9pm, to sleep or not to sleep. "Sleep. Always Sleep." Naya mumbled to herself.

The next day Naya woke up at 6, a time that is inhumane for anyone to be awake. "Coffee. Need coffee." As she walked out of her bedroom fully dressed and ready to meet her fellow cast members. She walked to her kitchen and made some coffee in her travel mug, sighing in relief when she caught a whiff of the fresh coffee beans, well fresh as coffee in a jar can get.

She juggled her bag, coffee, and keys as she walked to her car. She secured her stuff and set off East Orient Chinese, where she was going to meet the rest of the cast. Fun. That was sarcastic, in case you can't tell. Naya doesn't really do well with new people, she knows she's loud, has an obnoxious laugh, and a lot of the time you can't shut her up, but she's going to be working with these people for a good few years so first impressions count.

Once she reached the restaurant she inhaled deeply, and reminded her not to drool at the smell of the food.

As soon as Naya opened the door, she was greeted by a thin haired man with a fanny pack around his waist. Who knew people still wear those things?

"You must be Naya." The man stated as he glanced down at a piece of paper he held in his hands.

"…Who's asking?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

The man grinned then stuck his free hand out, "I'm Telly. I'll be working with you and the rest of the cast on Glee. You want something, I'm on it." Naya laughed and shook his hand.

"I like your shirt." Naya complimented the tie dye shirt that he had on. Telly pulled it slightly and down a small curtsey.

"Well thank you m'lady. Now c'mon. I'll introduce you to everyone."

Naya follows with her head down slightly, let's face it; she's the last one which means they were waiting for her. Great first impression already.

Sensing that Telly had stopped walking she looked up from her current line of site, AKA the ground. "Naya, this is Lea and Dianna. They play Rachel and Quinn." Telly introduced the two girls.

"Hi Naya! Isn't this gonna be great? We're all gonna be such goof friends and have a good time, I know It!" Naya just laughed and nodded her head because sweet baby Jesus Lea has a lot of energy.

"What she said." Dianna just said with a smile and pointed to Lea.

Naya felt a tap on her shoulder and found Telly there with a few more people, "Ok, pay attention because I'm only doing this once," Telly paused as Naya nodded and got her poker face ready, "This is Mark, Cory, Jenna, Matt, Amber, Jessalyn, Jane, Harry, Jayma, and lastly Kevin." Telly took a deep breath after gesturing to everyone when he said their names.

Naya spent a 10 minutes talking to everyone before they got called to their table for lunch. Naya grinned when she was sat in between Kevin and Lea.

"Y'all I don't know what most of this stuff is." Kevin commented when he read through the menu.

Naya let out a laugh before nodding, "How about this. We each close our eyes then randomly pick a dish with our finger, whatever we each pick… we order?" She suggested.

Kevin looked slightly unsure, "But what if it's disgusting?"

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were chicken. My bad." She replied with a shrug.

Kevin raised an eyebrow at her, "Challenge accepted, Rivera."

The pair each took their turn to pick something out of the menu and order it, the waiter then moved along the table, ready to take Lea's order. Naya's jaw dropped slightly when she heard the short brunette order.

"Damnit Lea. Where does it all go?" Cory said after he ordered his food.

"I'm from New York. I can eat bitches under the table." Lea responded with a smirk.

Ignore the joke. Ignore the Joke. Some people walk into things like this. Naya bit her lip, holding the urge to let out a laugh. They don't need to know that side of her yet. Key word: Yet.

So since Beauty Can Change is coming to an end, I thought I may as well get this one out of my head. It's gonna be pretty light hearted, and nowhere near as serious as my other stories. And yup, it's HeYa…which I haven't wrote before, so that'll be weird.

So yeah, let me know what you guys think.