A/N: I wanted to thank everyone for the lovely reviews so far! I'm excited to hear from some new readers and I appreciate all those who have followed me over here from lj :), you're all so lovely! Anyways, for this chapter and here on out I make a lot of references to the song "Taylor, the Latte Boy," by Kristin Chenoweth. If you haven't listened to it before, check it out! It's pretty cute. Thanks so much for reading! Now the real story begins! Also thank you so much to my lovely beta fossil_10 :) Love ya babe!

Side Note: Also, if anyone has any recommendations on a name or physical traits for "Fake Brittany" as I have been calling her, aka, the other third cheerleader… please let me know! It's a little hard given it's impossible to imagine anyone but Heather playing the final piece of the Unholy Trinity!

Disclaimer: This fic is RPF! I do not own anything, this is a complete work of fiction. I DO NOT know either of these women nor am I affiliated with Glee or its creators. I also do not own the song "Taylor, The Latte Boy," by Kristin Chenoweth which this fic is loosely based on. These two are not a couple… unfortunately.

The Latte Girl
Chapter 1

One year later

Heather starts her days early, even before the sun sheds light on L.A. county. She normally flips through the channels aimlessly while sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee. She doesn't take too long with her morning routine, as a coffee shop can never open too early…

She hops on the first bus which only takes her to West Hollywood, so she unfortunately has to walk the rest. Thankfully the walk was only bad at night… you just had to play street smart. When Heather looks up at the old Black Horse Café, that familiar warmth spreads through her chest and she always smiles.

Home.

The place was a safe haven for Heather. It had rescued her in her most desperate moment of need. He boss, Reese, so kind and gentle had hired her on the spot. Not to mention, she practically lived there… She has picked up shifts left and right to the point where it becomes brutal. She needs the money… her rent is getting higher as it isn't the cheapest to live in the better spot of Los Angeles. But she rather work her ass off every day than live in a shit hole that wasn't safe… her mom wouldn't have that anyways and she would be forced to ship herself back over to Arizona.

She unlocked the door and prepared shop for the early rising customers. Heather is the Black Horse Café's best barista. Her regulars know her by name as she personally went out of her way to memorize most of their orders. She charms them with her wit and lovable personality. Her infectious smile, catching on to tired passersby. After all, she loves to make people happy and one of the best things about this job is just that. She gets to make people happy. Thankfully, she had always been a great morning person.

When she was first hired, she just took the job to get by. She promised herself that she would only do this for a few months before trying to dive back into the entertainment business. But with every cup of coffee brewed, she found that she loved it. There was actually some talent behind making the perfect espressos, coffee, tea, and pastries. Sure, someday she would love to make a name for herself with her dancing career, but right now… things didn't look too promising. She had to look at the brighter side of things. There were actually a lot of amazing aspects about her job... She loved pleasing people, she loved the smell of the freshly ground coffee in the early morning, she loved the simplistic home-style feeling to the building, and she loved her boss, her coworkers… she's come to find the little things the best part about it.

However, every job came with some negatives; she wasn't going to lie… She may not be making much, and there was the occasional creepy guy who sat next her on the last bus back home, and some of the grumpier in-a-hurry customers may not make her job the most ideal. But all in all she still has come to terms with what she has. Ultimately, she's grateful.

She'll take what she has. When the time is right, Heather knows dance will eventually come back in her life.

On the side, Ashley had somehow convinced her on to take up acting. She attends class with her roommate, but she hasn't really taken a liking to it to be honest. It was always hard for her to adapt to the teacher's style. Normally Heather would only last a couple days before she drops the class. However, she continues to write short films with Ashley, finding that it fills some sense of that lost creativity dance would give her. The two share a mind and it worked beautifully. They come up with sincere, humorous, and heartfelt short stories that always end happy… Heather wouldn't have them end any other way.

She opens the store and she closes the store every day. Every day except Tuesdays. She always makes sure she's home before eight, because that's when Glee is on… she knows she's a dork, but she couldn't help but fall in love with the show from the first episode. Sometimes, she gets a bitter taste on her tongue when she sees the third random cheerleader who gets a small line every now and then… It reminds her of what could have been and Ashley always gives her a loving pat on the knee while they watch the episodes.

Heather isn't surprised when Naya's role grows greater with every episode. The woman is so talented. Heather never saw her dance or act when she was on set, so she was surprised to say the least when she saw such a tiny girl give such a large performance. Her surmounting fame for some reason made Heather feel proud. She had no idea why.

Heather thinks of Glee, because today was Tuesday. It felt like any other Tuesday. Heather opened early at 5:30 in the morning, preparing herself for the 6-9AM "rush" as she has to man the station alone this morning. Thankfully the morning goes normal and the "rush" winds down around 10:00ish. Rush meaning three people max in the shop at a time, and normally they came in as the same party…

It was 10:17 exactly.

As Heather was steaming some fresh milk she hears the door jingle. She can't see all too clearly as the large machine she is working behind impairs her vision. She looks up on her tip toes once and greets the two customers with a small smile before she looks back down at the task at hand. Heather notes that one is a shorter girl and the other is a tall man. They aren't regulars as they look up at the chalkboard style menu overhead, contemplating what to order. Then she hears her voice. It makes her stop the steamer all together and her eyes go wide.

"I can't believe how fucking long the line at Starbucks was… seriously, it's ten o'clock in the morning already… shouldn't everyone be at work?"

"Maybe they're like you and overslept this morning."

Heather freezes and swallows thickly, as she leans a little to her right to get a better view at her customers. She peers up through her bangs at the small brunette she had memorized so well.

There she was. Just as she remembered her the last time she saw her…

Naya Rivera was in her coffee shop… ordering her coffee… and she looked as radiant as ever. Heather's brain buzzed in disbelief. It must be a dream.

Heather looked back over to the Latina. She looked the same, just as beautiful. Maybe a little more tired than she remembered. She had noticeable bags under her eyes that didn't come with age and her brown orbs lost a little of that fiery glow she had been so captured by. But, she was the same and Heather smiled at the fact that she hadn't changed much. Behind her, Heather instantly recognized the mohawked douchebag in the show, Mark Salling. She knew the man had a bad reputation from all the tabloids. She also knew that the two were reportedly dating…

Heather chewed on her lip as she watched Naya tap her chin like she did when they first met. Heather looked around her suddenly realizing that she was working in a run-down coffee shop when before she was a dancer for Beyoncé. She didn't want Naya to see her like this. To recognize her and see that she was a nothing when she was a… something. She wanted to hide. Embarrassed, she pulled her bangs forward in attempt to shield her face. What was she thinking? It was impossible to disguise herself. She took a deep breath, huffing up slightly at her thick bangs and looking down the whole time.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"Um… what do you recommend?" Naya husked out to her with a scratchy early morning voice. Heather couldn't help, but admit that it sounded kinda sexy.

"Well… it depends on what you're looking for…" Heather spoke softly, still looking down and squeezing the sharpie in her hand. Her voice caught Naya's attention as she finally looked away from the menu and down at the blonde girl in front of her. Her lips curved slightly in a small smile and Heather felt like she had been caught.

More politely, Naya spoke to her, "I'm really in need of a pick me up… long night last night…"

"Hell yah it was…"

"Shut up, Mark," she bit back to him harshly. Heather nodded, understanding what she was implying.

"Of course. We have a large selection of espresso drinks… a favorite of the house is our organic fair trade chocolate mochas… white, tuxedo, dark chocolate… you name it. We have classic cappuccinos. Our lattes are pretty amazing too… uh…" Heather started listing off her fingers. Naya simply smiled at how adorable she looked fumbling over herself.

"What's your favorite?" she whispered in a sultry voice.

Heather looked up slightly, allowing blue eyes to connect with those mystifying brown. Naya's gaze swam deeply into those ocean like pools and she suddenly felt an oddly strong sense of déjà vu.

"Caramel latte… with extra caramel and whipped cream. We make our caramel here from scratch with caramelized sugar," Heather said with a blush. "I like to start my mornings super healthy as you can tell…" she added with a small smile.

Naya chuckled whole-heartedly, which made Heather's heart soar higher.

"Sounds perfect, can you make it a double grande please?" Heather nodded, grabbing the appropriate cup.

"Lattes are my favorite too… but maybe cut the extra caramel and whipped cream," she said, eyes brightening up considerably.

"Yah, of course… name for the cup?" Heather asked shyly. The question made Naya cock her head to the side and for some odd reason her smile grew wider. Maybe it was because for once a normal person like a coffee house bartender was treating her like any other customer and wasn't fangirling over her.

"Naya…" she told her softly. Heather looked up quickly before messily scribbling her name down on the paper cup.

"Thank you, Naya. Can I do anything else for you?" Heather asked, her tongue lingering a little longer on her name than it should have.

"No that's it."

"That'll be $2.55," Heather rung her up.

"That's it? For a grande double latte?" Naya handed her a five.

Heather simply nodded, counting out her change.

"Starbucks is so fucking overpriced," Mark noted.

Before Heather could give Naya back her change the Latina said, "Keep the change."

"But… it's almost three dollars' worth of change…" Heather said, holding the money out like an idiot. Naya shrugged.

"Just a generous tip, hon… not gonna get you fired…" Naya smirked.

There was one thing Heather didn't like, and that was people feeling sorry for her and giving her free money. She was a big girl and she could fend for herself. She didn't need anyone's help.

"Thanks…" she simply murmured, "but I don't need your charity."

Naya frowned. "Well, I was impressed with your service."

"But I don't want—"

"Look kid, just keep the change. She won't take it back…" Mark butted in. Heather slowly retracted her arms and tossed the money wearily into a nearly empty tip jar. Naya smiled, pleased.

Heather looked back to Mark and she caught him staring at the opened buttons at the top of her blouse, exposing a little of her cleavage. She grimaced and pulled at her shirt. She felt creeping, shivers crawl over her skin and she shifted uncomfortably as he so blatantly checked her out in front of his rumored girlfriend. What kind of guy would be checking out someone like Heather when you had Naya Rivera standing right next to you? Heather's sympathy instantly went out to the Latina.

"What can I get for you?" Heather asked, a slight bitter tone in her voice.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Naya interrupted as Mark tried to recite his order from the menu. Heather's eyes bounced from Mark to Naya.

"Uh… I… No… No, I don't think so," she stuttered nervously, trying her hardest to focus on Mark's order.

"I'll just get whatever your strongest, signature blend is," he told her smoothly.

"Great… size?"

"Venti."

Heather nodded.

"Name please?"

"What did you say you're name was?" Naya asked still looking at the blonde curiously.

"I-I didn't…"

"Just ignore her… and it's Mark."

Heather nodded, writing the name quickly on the cup. She took his credit card and swiped it.

"Are you sure we haven't met before?"

"No… pretty sure we haven't," Heather replied back quickly, handing back Mark's card and receipt while turning to prepare both of their drinks. She moved diligently behind the counter and Naya followed her with interest while Mark texted someone on his phone.

"I swear you look so familiar…" Naya continued to chase the poor girl down. Heather filled Mark's coffee cup first, placing the lid on before she started the espresso machine.

"I guess I just have one of those faces… you're probably confusing me with someone else…"

Naya pursed her lips in thought, smirking knowingly at the girl.

"Have we worked together before?" she asked, lightly. Heather turned around quickly so she couldn't see the lie in her eyes. Heather isn't going to lie, because she's a horrible liar. Hence, why she struggles so much with acting. One look in her eyes and she's a goner.

"Don't think so…" Heather squeaked quietly in reply.

"Hm…" Naya slumped, but then she raised a hopeful eyebrow. "Maybe at a bar once before?"

Heather shook her head frantically, "I don't get out much…"

Naya frowned at this.

"The gym down on Franklin? I used to go there for a long time."

"Never had a gym membership… sorry."

As Heather added the two shots of espresso in Naya's cup, she discreetly flipped the lever and added a third remembering how she said she had a long night. Naya, examining the coffee girl closely, noticed and smiled widely at the kind gesture. She thought it adorable how the girl tried to do it so sneakily.

"I really do think you're mixing me up with someone else… if we had met before I'm sure I would remember you," Heather stated as she finished adding the milk, caramel, and light whipped cream to Naya's coffee. She lidded it carefully and proffered both drinks on the bar.

"Your coffee is ready…" Heather said softly and she couldn't help but let her eyes lock with Naya's. She was suddenly afraid that Naya would be able to sort her all out, but she couldn't take her eyes away. She let herself smile shyly at Naya as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

Mark swooped behind Naya and grabbed his coffee. He looked at her noticing the daze in her eyes.

"Come on, Nay… we're already late." He began to walk to the door.

"God… I swear I know you…" Naya concluded in a whisper.

Heather fiddled with the edge of her apron in anxiousness as Naya continued to stare her down. She knew Naya was trying to match her face and Heather could almost hear the wheels in her head clicking.

"Naya! Let's go! I really rather not get another lecture from Ryan today," Mark shouted.

"You should probably head out," Heather said, taking Naya's cup and handing it to her. When they made the exchange, Naya's fingertips grazed ever so slightly against Heather's knuckles. Tingly, vibrations were sent crawling up her skin, making the fine hair on her arms stand on edge. Heather shivered by the light touch.

Naya studied her one last time.

"Yeah… thanks again," she said turning slightly to head towards the door.

"It's my pleasure," Heather said politely. "It was lovely meeting you, Naya."

The words made Naya's ears perk up from a cloudy, distant memory. She looked back at Heather curiously, eyebrows furrowing in wonder as she smiled towards this mysterious, blonde latte girl.

"Yeah… ditto…" Naya found her saying automatically, unable to tear her eyes off Heather's sharp blue ones. She reluctantly walked to the door, before she exited she turned back to the blonde.

"I'll see you around," Naya stated as if she were confident it was going to happen and before Heather could say anything back, she was gone. It felt like a dream. Like she wasn't even really there. She knew she had to wake up now any minute.

Heather blinked hard twice…

She still stood alone, in her empty familiar coffee place. She sighed deeply. Heather felt like the Latina was constantly doing this to her… running in and out of her life like it was some kind of twisted game of tag. Heather was unsure of how she felt about the whole situation as old emotions began to resurface.

She twisted her apron in her hands with a vice grip.

"Yeah… see you around…" Heather whispered quietly to no one.

Heather came home from her long day at work and she rushed to the couch. She was about five minutes late in the new Glee episode which was just coming back from its midseason hiatus. To say the least, she was excited as she put her little Gleek cap on. She blunders through the door and falls onto the couch, with Ashley yelling at her.

"Hurry the fuck up! It already started!"

"I'm here! I'm here!" she said while falling on the couch. She looked up at their TV to see Schuester and Emma talking. "What did I miss?"

"Hush! Matt Morrison is on the screen! Wait till commercial!"

Heather giggled at Ashley's odd obsession with the actor and pulled her eyes back to the screen. Will was saying some cheesy line to Emma about asking her out on a date, Heather simply toned it out. Not that she doesn't like Will and Emma; she was just more interested in the kid's storylines.

Ashley was the opposite as she audibly swooned, "God Will Schuester! Take me out on a date!"

Heather simply shook her head and rolled her eyes. Her smile instantly faltered as the scene jumped. Her lips quirked shyly and she had to look down for a moment because of her blush. She couldn't help but divert her eyes directly to the one particular Cheerio that walked into her coffee shop that morning. She was reminded of earlier that day.

"During commercial I also have some interesting news to tell you… Glee related…" Heather announced to Ashley quietly. The brunette turned and looked to her briefly, eyebrow arched in curiosity.

The scene continued and Heather finds herself studying the Latina, seeking out what made her so intriguing. Sure she would admit it: Naya Rivera is one hot piece of ass. So what? Heather thought she was attractive, but the Latina's beautiful features didn't explain her undying need to be figure out those mocha orbs. Most certainly, it didn't mean she was interested in Naya in that way at all… She had to be realistic with herself. Heather probably would never even see her again. Even if she couldn't do anything about it, the attraction was achingly evident. Heather couldn't deny it. Her mom would lecture her otherwise, but Heather always looked at people as people. She thought everyone was beautiful…

Heather didn't realize that the first song of the episode started until she saw Naya doing some very suggestive moves with those pom poms… Heather studied the Latina, pursing her lips and cocking her head to the side. She didn't know why but after this morning and now watching the episode, everything felt backwards… as if this morning in the coffee shop had been made up in her head. She always did have a very vivid imagination.

When the number ended, Heather watched as Naya threaded her arm with the other cheerleader. The third cheerio's role was minimal… Although, Heather had to admit that her dancing was noteworthy. She definitely could tumble and do handsprings much better than Heather could ever imagine doing. Still, everyone knew the stronger half of the duo was Santana. She was head bitch after all. The character's forwardness and drive, not to mention humor, made her one of Heather's favorites. The two ask Finn out on a date and the tall boy with two left feet looks like an idiot.

"Why do they make his character so dumb?" Ashley asked aloud.

"I think it makes him sincere."

"You and every other tween in America…" Heather laughed. "And is it just me or does your gaydar go off when you see Santana? I swear the way she looks at Quinn and the other mute, minion cheerleader… I get serious vibes from her. I mean she at least has to be bi."

Heather's cheeks redden, "Uh… I mean… I dunno…. Do you mean the actress or the character?"

Ashley turns to her and says as if it's obvious, "The character…"

"Right… yah of course…" Heather states, flushed.

"You okay?" Ashley asks slightly amused by Heather's fluster.

"Mhm…"

The screen breaks to commercial and Ashley pivots on the couch to face Heather. Lying in her lap is a large box of Double Stuffed Oreo cookies. She takes one out, twisting off one end and licked at the white, sugary marshmallow middle. Leave it to Ashley to eat the most unhealthy products known to man.

"So, how was your day Miss Morris?" she asks, gorging the cookie. Heather tries to take one, but Ashley bats her hand away protectively. Heather simply shakes her head knowingly and rolls her eyes at the girl.

"Actually… something pretty exciting happened…" Heather started shyly. She can never keep anything from Ashley, they're best friends.

"Oh yah! You said you wanted to tell me something! Spill! Oh my God, did that hot newspaper coffee boy ask you out?"

Heather furrowed her eyebrows and grimaced, "Ew no… he's gross, Ash. He looks like he's forty."

"Whatever… last time I was there he was totally eyeing you… I thought he was cute."

"Yeah… just how you think Matthew Morrison is cute?"

"He is!" she defends.

Heather rolls her eyes, "Yeah… I know. I forget you have weird taste…"

"Okay, let's not get into this because if you push this Morrison lovin' machine I will ruin your face," Heather burst into laughter, but her comedic friend always knows how to keep a straight face. "Get on with the story."

Heather takes a deep breath in, "Well… This morning someone you would not believe came in to get coffee."

"Wait, you mean like someone famous?"

"Yah. Duh," Heather said lamely.

"Who?" Ashley proclaims. Heather nods her head towards the TV to give her a hint, eyes bugging and a large smile tugging at her lips. Ashley looks to the screen and furrows her eyebrows.

"Sam Worthington?" she questions as a Clash Of The Titans trailer flashes on TV.

"What? No, no… two people from Glee!"

"Oh my God…. If you say Matt Morrison, I will die!"

Heather chuckled and rolled her eyes, "No… it wasn't Matt…"

Heather paused as she fiddled with end of her skinny jeans.

"It was Naya… and Mark," she added quickly at the end.

"Oh…. I see…" Ashley said, a smirk gracing her lips. "Like for real, for real?"

"Yes… Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just clarifying to make sure you weren't day dreaming or something."

"What are you trying to get at?" Heather sighed.

"Oh, I dunno… I mean, this is the same Naya Rivera you wouldn't shut up about after you helped out on set? The same Naya Rivera who plays Santana Lopez, one of your top three favorite characters on Glee?"

"I did not talk about her that much…" Heather mumbled.

"Honey, come on… let's be honest here…" Ashley said as she looked up at her knowingly.

"I thought she was just… different… I don't know..." she defends.

"And?"

"And what?"

Ashley sighs, "Did your latest encounter tame your curiosity?"

"I mean… she didn't really talk to me that much… she just ordered her coffee and left."

"She didn't recognize you?"

Heather, not knowing why, lies to Ashley.

"No…"

Well, it wasn't entirely untrue. She never guessed her name…

Ashley looks to her sadly. "Oh hon… it's okay… It's her loss ya know?"

"It's not a big deal, Ash," Heather tries to smile, but it's a weak one, "I mean why would she recognize me? I'm nobody…"

"Heather…" Ashley tries to contradict, but Heather waves it off.

"And besides, it's not like I was hooked up on her on anything. How could I be? I barely even talked to her when I was on set. I simply look to her as a fan now. I really do admire her work. That's all," Heather tries to convince both herself and Ashley who was glaring at her. "Plus, she's totally straight."

"How can you be so sure, Heather? I mean… by the way it sounded when you were telling me about the first time you met her… she was totally flirting—"

"She was with the guy who plays Puck when she came in this morning, Ash. And she had, I quote, 'a long night' last night…" Heather pointed out.

"You know, assuming things never turns out well for you…" Ashley rebuttals.

"Well, this time I'm right. It's okay, I'm over it…" Ashley gives her that 'I know you're lying look', "Honest, I swear. Why regret something that can never be?"

Ashley opened her mouth to speak again when the phone rang. She sighed and pats Heather's calf one last time. She reaches behind her and picks up the phone.

"Yellow?"

Heather could hear some faint chatter on the line and then sees Ashley scoff and roll her eyes at the other person on the phone. Her roommate was obviously disgruntled. They had been getting pretty weird calls lately. Unless it was…

"I'm doing great, buddy," she retorts and Heather eyes her curiously.

"You know, she's actually kinda busy right now… I think you should call back later…"

Heather furrows her eyebrows and leans forward to listen while Ashley leans back away.

"Ashley…" she hisses dangerously.

"Okay, I get that you're like halfway across the country or whatever, but you very well know that Tuesdays are our Glee nights and I barely get to see her these days cause she fucking works like 20 hours a day!" Ashley begins to rant.

Heather pieces it together and lunges at her roommate, tackling her for the phone. Ashley is smirking and laughing at Heather as she tried to grab at it. Ashley attempted to dodge her very agile roommate while protecting her precious Oreos from getting smashed.

"Taylor, if you wanna talk to her so bad I think you should just—"

Ashley was cut short, when Heather pried the phone away from her fingers.

"Hello? Hello? Taylor?" Heather spoke into the phone breathlessly as she sat back upright, brushing her hair out of her face.

Heather hears his low chuckle rumble through the phone, "Hey, babe…"

"Hi…" Heather says shyly, a grin gracing her lips. Ashley just rolls her eyes.

Ashley yells out, "This war is so not over, Hubbell!"

Heather covers the mouthpiece and glares daggers over at Ashley, who just shrugs and looks back over to the Cottonell commercial being played.

Heather heard more laughter on the other line, "She still doesn't like me much, does she?"

"Ignore her… she's just being nosey," she said, continuing to glare at Ashley.

Ashley sticks her tongue out at her and Heather responds the same.

"Isn't it kinda late over there? Don't you have class and practice tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to say goodnight to my number one favorite girl on the west coast. Gotta keep up with tradition," Taylor replied lovingly.

"That's sweet…" Heather tells him. Ashley makes a gagging noise and Heather swats at her arm.

"You have a big game this Friday right?"

"Yup. You remembered?"

"Of course I remembered."

"Mmm… why do I always forget how amazing you are?"

Heather frowned slightly, "Probably because we don't get to see each other very often."

"Yeah… I know… I miss ya kid. But that's why we gotta keep up with these calls. Not ready to lose you quite yet."

Heather's smile returns, brightened, "Yeah? Me neither."

"Okay, it's back on. Either take you're sappy call up stairs to finish your phone sex or hang up so we can finish the rest of the episode!" Ashley nearly shouts so Taylor can hear it too.

"You are so disgusting…" Heather murmurs to her. Taylor chuckles.

"Yeah… tell her she's putting dirty ideas in my head…"

"Oh no… you're turning back into an immature little boy again. I was liking all your sweet talk," Heather jokes. Taylor laughs loudly.

"Hey! Totally not my fault… blame your roommate!"

Heather laughs into the phone until she hears someone else calling faintly to Taylor. Her laughter quickly dies.

"Hey babe… who are you talking to this late?"

Heather's heart clenches, then it breaks when Taylor answers back to the feminine voice.

"Uh… no one. Go back to sleep, I'll be back in a second."

"Hurry over so we can continue where we left off…" the voice said with an annoying mischievous giggle. Heather felt like she was sick. She remained silent, words lost in her throat. Or maybe they were stuck behind the bile she was starting to taste in her mouth.

"Um… Heather?" Taylor finally spoke back up after a few seconds of silence.

"Still here…" she whispers weakly and Taylor sighs. "Who is she this time?"

"Uh… Kelly? Or maybe Katie…" Taylor falters. "They don't matter, Hemo…"

"You do realize it's a Tuesday night? Whatever… You can be with whoever you wanna be with. I understand."

"I know… you're upset…"

"No I'm not," Heather replied quickly as if trying to make him feel some sort of pain, because hell… he made her feel like shit.

"Of course not. Because we said whoever we're with shouldn't affect how the other feels."

"Exactly."

Another moment of awkward silence passed between them for a few long seconds.

"Heather?"

"Yes?"

"You're still my number one girl. Remember that. Best friends first?" he asks and Heather could tell he was still trying to hold on to her, however desperately. She caves… just like every time.

"Yeah… of course. Best friends, Tay…" Heather says solemnly.

Heather could hear the smile and relief in his voice, "I can always rely on you to understand me Heather… You really are the best…"

Heather sighs, "Yeah, I'm always here… But, I should probably go. And you should get back to your… business."

"Yah… right. Miss you, Hemo."

"Miss you too. I'll talk to you soon. Good luck at your game… tell me how it goes later in the week okay?"

"Of course. Bye."

"Bye…" Heather mumbled as she hung up the phone. She fiddled with the item in her hand for a few minutes not noticing the episode at all now really.

She looked to her left over at Ashley who was watching the screen and eating her cookies in silence, but Heather knew she had been listening. Ashley never needed to ask, she already knew mostly how Heather felt when it came to her and Taylor's undefined yet defined relationship. The two were always on for one moment then off the next… It was very much the whole "Rachel and Ross" situation. It was cheesy, but they met over the internet. Taylor messaged her because he saw her at a mutual friend's birthday party when he and Heather both still lived in Arizona. The bubbly blonde pulled Taylor out of his shell when he refused to dance because he thought he was horrible. Heather of course got him to dance with her anyways, after a few shots that is. Taylor instantly fell head over heels for the blonde. They were together ever since. But when Heather decided to move to L.A. and Taylor decided to go to a different LA that was across the country, things became more difficult.

At first it was okay. They were dealing with the long distance relationship adequately. It was just a lot of phone calls… which with that there came a lot of phone sex and Heather quickly soon found she resented it. Everything felt okay, they were getting by. It wasn't until Taylor became starting pitcher in the middle of his sophomore year at Louisiana when the team's current one got injured. After his first couple games he won, he became a sensation for the team and the school. Heather was proud and played the best supportive girlfriend Taylor could ever ask for.

But then the major league teams started to look at him and it really started to get to his head. Then came the big parties… and then the girls. Suddenly it always felt like there were more arguments and more misunderstandings. The two simply couldn't do it anymore; mainly Taylor couldn't do it anymore.

He was always pestering her about the future and their relationship, but all Heather wanted to worry about was the 'now'. All she cared about was how she felt for him at that moment. She loved him. So when he decided that they should take a break until they found a time where they can better match up their lives, she was devastated and heartbroken. He told her that she was still his best friend and that he cared about her so very much.

He tells her every night, "You're still my number one girl, Hemo."

And she was. She always stood by him. Patiently waiting… for something she was not entirely sure of.

If things were different they would still be together. So he calls her pretty much every night, just like this night. It makes her cling on to him, hoping that eventually they will be together… she knows she shouldn't. She's stronger than that, but he was the first person she's completely fallen in love with. That kinda first is hard to get over…

The thoughts reeling in Heather's head caused her to lean over and snuggle into Ashley's already open arm. She curled up against her friend, Ashley kissing the top of her head like her mother would.

She doesn't say much except, "You deserve so much better than him, you know that Hemo?"

Heather let out a shaky sigh as the camera panned over to Santana after the Gives You Hell number. She had her signature cocky grin on her lips and her dark eyes pierced through the screen. Heather chewed on her lip, thinking quietly to herself.

"Yeah… I know…"