Naya stood with her back to the door. She couldn't cry, she felt like she had cried enough and she wouldn't shed another tear over Heather. People who loved you weren't suppose to hurt you. People who loved you weren't suppose to make you cry. She was done having her heart beaten up and left derelict on a loveless floor. It wasn't good for her health or her mental well-being.

Now she was just angry. She knew anger didn't get you anywhere but what else was there left to feel? If she really was done, then a weight should have been lifted off her shoulders, but now her heart felt even heavier than it already did before all this mess started.

Naya made her way back to her trailer, storming past everything on her way, leaving it almost a blur.

"Naya!" Dianna called out, as she run up to her to catch up, "Hey wait up!"

Naya ignored Dianna's request and carried on her way. There was no way she was in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

"Naya!" Dianna called out again.

"Fuck off and leave me alone!" Naya shouted back and picked up speed.

Dianna caught up with her and grabbed hold of Naya's arm, turning her to face her "Excuse me?"

"I said. Fuck. Off!" Naya repeated and tried to turn her body to get out of Dianna's hold.

"Don't tell me," Dianna sighed and let go of Naya's arm, "You and Heather just had a little lovers tiff, right?"

"Screw you!"

"No Nay I'm not the one you wanna screw!" Dianna scoffed

"Can I help you with something?" Naya asked indignantly, folding her arms across herself, to form a protective barrier.

"Why didn't you answer your phone earlier? I called liked 4 times!"

"Maybe I didn't want to talk to stalkers who incessantly call me!"

"What is your problem?" Dianna asked putting her hands on her hips.

"What is your problem Di, I didn't want to talk. I don't know what the big deal is!"

"Look Naya," Dianna reached out and put her hand on Naya's arm, who shrugged it away and moved backwards, "whatever happened between you and Heather is none of my business-"

"You're absolutely right Dianna," Naya cut in, "it is none of your business, so like I said leave me alone!" She spun on the spot and walked away.

"She loves you, you know.." Dianna dropped off the rest of her sentence to get Naya's attention.

Naya carried on walking. She was not in the mood to hear a third party prospective on something that didn't concern them, no matter how close they were to her.

She got back into her trailer, threw her bag on the floor and sat on the couch. A million and one things going through her head and none of them making any real sense. She spotted the pile of CDs that she left by the radio.

She walked over to where they were sat on the side and began riffling through, until she found the one she wanted. Then she grabbed a piece of paper and pen and wrote a short note, grabbed the ring box, that was still sat glaring at her from the table and put it all together in the gift bag the ring had come in.

She walked over to Heathers trailer, dumped the bag on the steps and made her way to craft services.

When Heather got back to her trailer, she saw the gift bag sat on the step. She furrowed her eyebrow and picked it up before opening the door and walking inside.

She sat at the table and tipped the bag upside down to empty it's contents. The cd nearly rolled off the table and she grabbed it back before it fell onto the floor. Her heart skipped a beat and her blood went cold when she realised what she had been given.

Naya's curly cue handwriting, slightly smudged from where her hand dragged over the wet sharpie as she wrote, 'Heather and Naya's Infinite Playlist' written in the top of the cd with a heart on the side.

She placed the CD back on the table and looked at the folded over piece of paper. She deliberately ignored the ring box, knowing that would bring about a whole new wave of emotion she didnt want right now.

She opened up the note, it was all smudged and look rushed, 'Take it all. And let it all remind you of the friend you lost because of it.'

She folded the note back over and placed it in the bag, looking over to the black velvet ring box, that was screaming out to her.

She reached across and took the box in her hand, running the pads of her fingers over the velvety material, watching it brush one way and the next. She turned it over in her hands, too afraid of looking inside.

She swallowed thickly and opened it up, closing her eyes. She opened them slowly to the the the ring sat there in the box. It was a thin band with one single medium sized diamond set into the band. It was perfect. It wasnt flashy or boring. It was Naya. She took it out of the holder and twisted it around in her hand looking at it until something inside the band caught her eye. It had been engraved. She turned it until she could make out what it said. 'Fate' followed by six numbers. The date they first met.

It was all too much for Heather. She put the ring back in the box and back in the bag with the note, leaving just the cd left on the table, that probably symbolised much more than anyone could imagine.

Two and a half weeks earlier.

The sun had set on what had been an unusually sunny day in West Hollywood and Naya had just poured herself a glass of red wine and settled in for a night in front of the tv. She grabbed her phone off the coffee table and checked twitter and decided to make a quick tweet about Amber singing the late Whitney Houston classic in that nights episode of Glee.

Just as she put her phone onto the table, a knocking at her door startled her. Making her way over to the door she wondered who the hell would be turning up uninvited on Valentines night.

She opened the door to see her best friend standing there, with a bottle of wine and a sad look on her face.

"Heather what the hell are you doing here? I mean..," she stumbled on her words, "come in of course, but honey aren't you suppose to be on a date with Taylor?"

Heather walked through the door, plonked the bottle of wine on the table and threw herself onto the sofa behind her. "He was running late because he was with the guys and then we got in a fight because he's always late, so I told him not to bother and cancelled our meal," she sighed and folded her arms.

Naya sat down next to Heather and squeezed the top of her arm comfortingly, "Sorry he's such an ass!"

"Yeah," Heather murmured through her frown, jutting out her bottom lip. "Anyway let's not talk about it, what were you about to watch?"

"Are you serious?" Naya laughed and she could see the playful cat grin that Heather wore when she was playing around.

"Are we really gonna watch this episode together?"

"Why not? Are you embarrassed? Is it because you're gonna wanna kiss me?" Naya poked her Tongue out the side of her mouth.

Heather shoved Naya playfully, "You're very sure of yourself!"

"Soy Caliente!" Naya smirked.

"Easy there Santana!" Heather got up from her seat and made her way to the kitchen and helped herself to a wine glass and opened up the wine she'd brought with her.

They quietened down when the show started.

They watched in silence, until the scene with Brittany and Santana at the locker. A smile on both their faces, watching as their alter egos displaying the cutest of scenes in front of their eyes.

"You were adorable here," Naya spoke softly, turning her head to smile at Heather.

Heather turned her head and smiled shyly, a red blush growing on her cheeks.

The scenes with Brittany and Santana weren't as awkward as Heather thought they would be to watch together. It was actually really cute and she could see why there were so many fans of their relationship.

"Could you imagine if you tweeted to say you were watching this episode with me?" pondered Heather.

"Oh my goodness, they would go crazy! Tumblr would crash for sure!"

"We should totally troll the Brittana tag after the show!"

"We so should!" agreed Naya and they both laughed in unison.

The scene came to Amber singing 'I will always love you' and Naya watched as Heather sat uncomfortably in her seat, with the same look Brittany had. She remembered Heather telling her this was one of the songs that reminded her of her Dad. She reached out for Heathers hand and squeezed it in quiet reassurance. Heather looked across at Naya and smiled a silent thank you.

They poured each other new glasses of wine in-between the breaks and watched as it got to the scene at the Sugar shack.

By this time their hands had drifted apart, partly because they were pouring drinks and partly because they didn't want things to feel awkward as they neared the kissing scene.

Both their hearts were racing as they watched Brittany and Santana dance, as the song ended, their eyes glued to the screen as they watched the kiss.

"I totally wanted to slip my Tongue in," Heather broke the silence.

Naya didn't say anything. She as lost in a world of her own, remembering the feeling of Heathers lips on hers and wishing it was real. Wishing that they could have practiced it in private first. Remembering the feeling of giving herself to Heather as she wrapped her arms around Naya. How they lingered in that embrace for a couple of seconds after Brad cut the scene.

"Hello! Earth to Nay!"

She shook herself out of the daydream and came back to real life, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Never mind," Heather sighed. She lifted her glass and sunk the last of the wine. She placed the glass back on the coffee table and sat back, "We should totally make own our playlist."

"What do you mean?" Naya asked, as she moved from the lounge to the kitchen to get the rest of the red wine.

"Bring your laptop back with you and we can make a playlist, like the one Brittany made Santana."

"Yeah real funny HeMo!"

"No I'm serious," she followed Naya out to the kitchen and lifted herself up onto the worktop as Naya handed her, her glass back. "we could make a cd, you know, of like, both our favourite songs so when either of us is not around we have something to remember each other by."

Naya contemplated the idea at first. Wasn't that usually the kind of thing couples do? she took a slow sip of her wine before she answered. "As long as it hasn't got sappy love songs on it," she joked.

Heather didn't say anything. "Just go get your laptop Nay and we'll make one." she jumped down off the work surface and made her way back to the sofa.

Naya returned a minute later with her laptop and opened it up, clicking on the the iTunes icon on the bottom of the screen.

"Are we really doing this?" Naya asked, scrunching up her face, "Do you not feel it's a bit corny and like, this is what couples do.."

"No it isn't!" Heather protested, "I've made CDs for my friends before.."

"Really?" Naya raised her eyebrow questioningly.

Heather didn't say anything, she took the laptop from Naya and clicked the '+' on the left hand side to make a new playlist.

"Answer the question!"

"Why?"

"Because I want you to.."

"Ok fine," Heather sighed, "I haven't, okay."

"So why for us then?" Naya asked as she twisted her body to face Heather, to gauge some kind of reaction to her answer.

Heather turned to look Naya in the eye, hoping Naya would understand without having to say the words. The unspoken words hopng to be louder than those she spoke.

"Well.." Naya prompted.

"Because," Heather paused and licked her lips. She took a deep breath, "because you're special to me. You mean more. You know that Nay. I just," she sighed, "I just want our friendship to be special. It's not everyday you connect with someone on the level we did and I'd like to treasure that. So we're gonna make this playlist. Kapeesh?"

Naya choked back a happy giggle. Her cheeks had blushed and she was grinning from ear to ear. "Kapeesh? You dork!"

She tried to cover up the fluttering in her heart. How it felt like it had grown twice it's size and wouldn't stop filling with love for her best friend. She was absolutely head over heels for her.

"Okay, we'll make this playlist. So whats the first track?" Naya smiled.

"Well duh," Heather smiled back, "we spent like a tonne of time over the summer listening to Adele so obviously 'Daydreamer!"

Naya watched as Heather clicked on the track and dragged it over to the playlist, looking at the other songs in the list. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander to 'Make you feel my love'. She was instantly taken back to nights where she'd sat with her iPod on listening to that song over and over and crying to herself. She shook her head to rid the memory, stopping any emotion coming back to her.

"What else?" Naya asked.

Heather randomly scrolled through the enormous list of songs making funny faces to make Naya laugh. She was successful.

"Oh my god!" Heather squealed. "You have this! This is going on!" she dragged the track over to the playlist.

"What song?"

"That really pretty version of 'Wherever you will go' by Charlene Soraia. I love song and I totally would go wherever you would go," Heather smiled, grabbing at Naya's hand.

Naya didn't say anything. She just swallowed to hold back tears that had started to well up and distort her vision.

"We should totally put that Beyoncè track on there too. That 'Start Over' song."

Naya finally found her voice again. "Oh god I LOVE that song. We used to sing that all the time!"

"I know right! It's going straight on." she dragged the song to the playlist, "What about you babe, what songs do you want?"

Naya took the laptop back and clicked the mouse to the search bar and typed in 'Florence and the Machine'. A plethora or Florence tracks were brought up and she clicked and dragged one over to the playlist.

"You've got the love?" Heather asked.

"Yeah," Naya answered, "Sometimes just knowing I have your love, gets me through." She felt brave for being so honest.

They both smiled shyly and looked back at the laptop screen.

"Ok what else?"

Naya scrolled down to the Black Eyed Peas and dragged 'Meet Me Halfway' to their playlist.

"Why that song?"

"Don't you remember?" Naya asked, a little hurt.

Heather shook her head.

"Well I do. When we first met that was the song you were always humming. I set it as my ringtone for when you called me and when you called I used to sing it to you." Naya smiled at the memory, "so that song reminds me of you."

"Oh yeah!" Heather remembered, "I was totally obsessed with that song! Ok my turn to add one now."

Heather took the laptop back and aimlessly scrolled through the list until one caught her eye and without a second thought, she put it straight on the playlist.

"Hang on! I didn't get to see!" Naya pouted.

"Just go grab me a disc and we can burn this playlist!"

Naya went to the her bedroom to find the discs and came back to find Heather playing a song out loud. "Van Morrison? Really?"

"Hey! We share the same surname ok, we're totally related!" Heather laughed and that made Naya smile.

"But 'Brown eyed girl' though.." Naya trailed off at the end, in search of a sharpie pen.

"It's the last track on our CD. You're my brown eyed girl."

Naya turned from where she was standing with the pen in her hand. The two words that had plucked at her heartstrings and almost made a song. 'Our' meaning that they both shared something and 'My' meaning she belonged to Heather. She had no idea how two such simplistic words held so much power and love in them. Her breath hitched in her throat and all she could do was smile.

She handed Heather a CD which she burnt the playlist to. Once it had done, she took it back, wrote 'Heather and Naya's infinite playlist' on it, added a small heart and handed it back to Heather.

"Thank you," Heather smiled, her eyes glistening as he she pulled Naya in for a hug.

"You're welcome," she replied and she kissed Heather on the cheek and they pulled apart. "Happy Valentines day."

Leap Year Day.

Heather took the CD in her hands and launched it across the trailer. It collided with the wall and bounced off and hit a glass set on a lower table, which slid off and smashed onto the floor, into a million pieces.

The glass became a metaphor for what had happened that day.