Alright, so here's the second chapter. Sorry for the wait. It's a bit all over the place but I felt some exposition was necessary. Next chapter I'll most likely finish the flashback. But please. Review! Review! Review! I need feedback to keep this going darlings.
Naya rolled over in a bed that felt strangely unfamiliar to her. She sat up stock straight. 'Holy shit' , she thought to herself. She'd gotten so drunk she hoped she hadn't found her way into some stranger's bed. Was this her guestroom? She quickly decided it wasn't after seeing a blonde hair on the pillow next to her. She looked around totally baffled, as she rubbed her temples in a feeble attempt to be rid of her suddenly hammering headache. She didn't remember where she'd fallen asleep but she did know that her hair could currently be likened to a rat's nest. She spotted a hair tie on the bedside table and quickly put it into a messy bun. She then went into the adjoining bathroom in a search for Advil, when satisfied she attempted to fix her hair in the mirror. When finished she made her way over to the door and toward the overpoweringly ambrosial smell.
The sight of Naya emerging from her bedroom looking so beautiful in nothing but a tshirt and her panties caused a tightening in Heather's stomach. She almost dropped the pancake she was flipping as she was so taken with the brunette. She tried to speak but failed miserably. It'd been a long time since she'd seen this stunning sight and she'd lost her already limited tolerance to the charms of Naya Rivera. "Uh hey there," Heather said when she finally managed to get a word out. Naya looked at the blonde woman in front of her. She was lured by the smell of the food into a trap it seemed. Flashes of the night before came rushing back to her and she was shaken. She didn't know how to reply to Heather's greeting so she just sat down at the beautiful maple counter silently.
All through breakfast, both women ate in complete silence. They would take turns giving eachother wistful glances and the atmosphere was anything but comfortable. Naya quickly finished her food and excused herself to the restroom. When she came out Heather was once again sitting down, the table had been cleared and she was just sitting there. Naya spoke, "I should probably thank you. I should also apologize because I've been so impolite and I'm just really emotional at the moment. I'm also sorry for whatever I did lastnight while I was drunk." Heather's mind reeled, 'So she doesn't remember the kiss. Shit, I can't get it out of my head.' As Naya sat down next to the concerned looking Heather, she continued talking. "I never thought that he'd dump me. How am I supposed to feel when a lowlife like that replaces me? H-he-he didn't mean much to me but he was there... and now he isn't," the smaller woman began to cry as she thought about the grimness of her situation.
She didn't love Sean at all really, he was just reliable. That's what had hurt the most. She was the type of girl who needed affection, and since she couldn't get it from the one person she wanted it from, it didn't matter otherwise who it was giving her the love. The fact that someone who was supposed to fawn over her and love her had left her, had only reminded her of losing Heather. She hadn't minded losing Sean in her life, she minded being alone. Without the blonde woman she was alone.
As Naya's crying became violent sobbing, Heather engulfed her in her arms. Naya was shaking and tears were pouring out of her beautiful tan face. She looked into Heather's eyes with a look that tore her heart, "You know the worst part, " she asked rhetorically, "My fucking Rolex is missing. I think he took my watch! Since when did he become a thief, God do I know how to pick them. He was just supposed to be a beard... not wreck me all over again. What happened here Hay? " Heather opened her mouth at the mentioning of her name and swiftly closed it again. She had no idea how things had happened like this. Then she thought back to the day that changed everything and it was no longer a mystery.
FLASHBACK:
Heather took two deep breaths and stared into the mirror. Her hands were trembling and tears were rapidly sliding down her face. She looked down at the pregnancy test in her hand, hoping that the third one would disprove what she already knew to be true. Pregnant, it read with extreme clarity. She dropped the stick into the wastebasket and sunk to the toilet. There were so many things that she was going to lose. She didn't want her first child or any child, to be with him. It was one time. She'd only slept with him once in their whole 'relationship'.
She'd gotten drunk at a party with Naya and after steamily making out in the back of the chauffeured car with her girlfriend, she'd regretfully gone home to her boyfriend-for-show. She was sloppy drunk and being with Naya had left her so turned on that she had very little control. So when she got in the bed and began to grind sensually up against him, he did what most men would do to Heather Morris and for the first time ever had sex with his 'girlfriend'. It was completely unsatisfying and she'd regretted it as soon as she got some semblance of common sense back. She was disgusted with herself for cheating on Naya and she was upset with Taylor for helping break their agreement to wait until marriage. She'd decided against telling Naya about the occurence and now she was in super deep shit.
She couldn't even imagine telling Naya. She was scared how the love of her life would react to such a mistake. She cried and cried for an hour, locked in her bathroom alone. When she felt all cried out she texted Naya that they needed to see eachother. Naya's happy expectant reply about making Heather a dinner and being eager to see her, destroyed her even more. She started to cry again but resolved that she had to get ready if she was going to the brunette woman's house.
Dressed in a red dress that had the lowest plunging back possible and matching red pumps, Heather Morris was absolutely stunning when she showed up at Naya's house. Her blonde hair fell in a straight cascade over her shoulders. She'd always been told to look better than you feel and since she was as miserable as humanly possible, she figured she'd try to look her best. Naya walked barefooted out to meet Heather in her driveway. She looked just as beautiful in a long flowy black dress with a deep neckline halter and her long brown hair cascading in waves down her back. Tonight was a very special night. She'd decided that she was ready to take their relationship public and she prayed that her beloved secret girlfriend would approve.
END FLASHBACK
Heather wasn't able to finish the memory because she was soon jolted back to reality as Naya let out another choking sob. The blonde woman rubbed her friend's back as the brunette began blubbering, "I never loved him, you know? I j-just needed someone to be there and he was. It's just after you had Eli, we basic-cally broke up and I'm not good at being without you anymore. So when Sean started flirting with me past the point of being my beard, I just took the opportunity to not look like I was hiding a heartbreak. You really left me feeling alone and so damn unwanted. It isn't co-completely your fault but I felt like shit and there was so much pressure To prove I'm straight from everyone. I-I-I'm obviously notfuckingstraight!" The tan girl's speech began to fall apart as her mind delved deeper into her depression.
Heather studied the face of the woman she adored and felt tears well up behind her eyes and into her throat. She'd only ever seen Naya this hysterical once. Once again a familiar memory resurfaced but she refused to let it get ahold of her because she had so much left to accomplish presently. "I know that I'm the reason things didn't work out before and I regret that happened every single day," the blonde began, "but you don't have to be with someone to be special. You're amazing in every way. You can wait to find someone you really love. Anyone would be lucky to have you." 'Especially me,' Heather thought to herself. 'I can't get involved and hurt her again though' the blonde woman mused. Naya looked into Heather's pensive face and switched from sadness to anger, "How dare you do this to me? How dare you suggest anyone would be lucky to have me when you don't even want me? I would do anything to get you back and I'm not even the one who fucked up! It doesn't matter who fucking wants, desires, or loves me because I only love you. You're the only one. So what do you suppose I do now?" Tears glazed Naya's face and she went from quietly finishing her sentence to silent as soon as she spoke her mind. She went back into her sad thoughts as Heather sat there for a minute.
Heather was stunned by the overall candor of Naya's confession. She felt extremely guilty for making the love of her life feel so much turmoil inside. She'd thought that pulling away would help but it hadn't. It'd just made both of them miserable and made Naya devalue herself. Heather felt as if she couldn't stop making mistakes. The word mistakes never left her mind as she took Naya's hand in hers and lifted it to her lips.
Naya didn't know how to react to the sensation of something as simple as a kiss on the hand. The very gesture reminded her of her dream the night before. A dream that she'd kissed Heather, now with Heather's lips on another part of her she started to doubt that it was a dream. Maybe, quite possibly, she had kissed Heather last night. If that was true then the proclamations of love afterward were true as well. Both of them. Naya stopped crying and her heart leapt as Heather leaned her head up from Naya's hand and looked at her indecisively. Naya couldn't fool herself again though, so she had to ask if it'd happened for real.
She couldn't possibly make herself look any more pathetic she reasoned, "Did you tell me that you loved me last night? I feel like I said it first anyway." Heather smiled at Naya in a relieved way. She was just really happy that Naya remembered after all. Heather answered, "Yes you said it first but I meant it more than anything I've ever said. Do you remember kissing me?" She looked deeply into the brunette's eyes as she awaited her answer. "No," said the brunette attempting to feign ignorance, "I don't really remember that. Sorry." The blonde looked down at her hands for a second reflectively.
When she lifted her head she had a gleam in her eye that Naya was remarkably familiar with. "Really?" the dancer said huskily to her former lover. The brunette singer nodded assuredly as her throat went dry due to Heather's tone change. She felt slightly dizzy and wondered if her headache was returning to her, but then she assumed it was just the usual Heather effect. Heather bit her lip gently before speaking again, "Well I guess that I'll just have to remind you." As the blonde woman finished her sentence she brought her lips gently to the brunette's poutier ones and swiftly pulled back.
The brunette frowned at the speed of the barely-there kiss, "I still don't recall a thing." Heather noted that Naya's voice seemed a bit hoarse as she went in for the second kiss. Their lips moved together fervently and Heather's hand moved to the back of Naya's neck as her tongue swiped across her bottom lip. Naya parted her full lips as Heather's tongue slid across hers, flicking slightly around her mouth. The kiss was breathless and heated as the two women's mouths fought for dominance. Finally, when they were both almost out of breath, Naya pulled back from the kiss. "I think you may have jogged my memory," she said with a slight smile, "We still have alot to discuss though." Heather nodded her head, at that instant she would agree to anything Naya wanted. She had to admit to herself that she was involved again, and just as smitten as before.