The cab dropped Heather and Taylor off at the end of a long lit driveway that led up to one of the biggest houses that they had ever seen. They both stood at the driveway staring in awe at this giant house that seemed to be on the top of a hill. They trekked up the driveway slowly but surely. Heather looked over at Taylor and was happy about the outfit she picked out, but distressed that he hadn't shaved for the occasion and that she could smell the alcohol on him. He must have chugged a beer before they got into the cab. They walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Taylor tried to grab Heather's hand which was sweaty and nervous from the anticipation of the party but she pulled away. Taylor looked at her puzzled.

"You look very beautiful tonight HeMo."

She had to take a moment to process that he actually complimented her for the first time in months.

"Um thanks Taylor" she looks up at his unshaven face and remembered that she still hated his guts. A familiar face to Taylor then opened the door.

"Taylor! My favorite college baseball star!" the man exclaimed.

"Mr. Falchuck! Nice to see you again, sir!" He extended his hand to the man and they shook hands welcoming them into his house. Heather was in shock.

"Please! Call me Brad! Come in, come in!" He ushered them into the large foyer of the mansion.

"Oh Brad, this is my- this is Heather."

"It's really very to meet you!" She took his hand, and noticed that it was very soft for a man.

"You too! You are very pretty! You should be an actress!" Brad laughed because he thought he was a funny guy, but Heather laughed, because she thought he was going to offer her a role in Glee, right then and there. "Have a great time tonight guys! I'll see you around!"

When Brad finally left, Heather hit Taylor in the stomach.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Why didn't you tell me this was Brad Falchuck's house?"

Taylor looked at her blankly.

"He's one of the creators of Glee!"

"What's Glee?"

Heather was so close to punching him in the face for being so stupid.

"It was the show I auditioned for today! Do you ever listen to me?" She already knew the answer to that question.

"Look, I don't care if he was the creator of the Internet, he has a sweet house" he said looking up at the crystal chandelier that was hanging above them, "and with a sweet house like this comes fancy drinks. Maybe there will be some 50 year old scotch or something." He starts to look around for the drinks but Heather stops him before he could get away.

"Listen to me, you have to be respect this house and everyone in it. Don't go frat boy on me okay? This an adult party, so act like an adult!"

"This is an adult party nah nah nah" he mocked her and left before she could reply.

Heather was still baffled by the fact that she was in Brad Falchucks house. If there were other people from Glee here, this could be the perfect opportunity to network herself to the producers. Or even possibly the top dog, Ryan Murphy. She knew if she could sweet-talk him, she could probably land the starring role. She took a deep breath and wandered into the house to mingle with the rest of the guests. The kitchen was bigger than then any other kitchen she had ever been it. It was probably the size of her and Taylor's apartment. She picked up a glass of wine and started to look around for Ryan. She saw Taylor at the bar filling a tall glass with rum and coke, his definition of a "classy drink", and laughing with Brad. But she knew him too well. The way he leaned to the left a little too much and the corner of his mouth started to curl up in an evil smile he was getting wasted out of his mind. Heather took herself and her small glass of wine to the living room where a few small groups of people were scattered around the room socializing. The room was huge for a living room she had never seen a house that big before. She was searching the faces of the crowd when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She was afraid that it was Taylor who was going to embarrass her in front of this group of probably important people, but when she turned around she saw a face that she was not expecting.

"Hi!" Naya said to a stunned Heather

"Um, Hi. Wow Hi!"

"You're kind of the last person that would expect to see here!" Naya was genuinely excited that she was meeting Heather again.

"Yeah, it was kind of a last minute thing! My boyfriend got invited in a weird coincidence" As soon as she said "boyfriend" Heather's heart dropped to her stomach, and so did Naya's perfect smile. "Why did I just say that? He's not my boyfriend!" Heather thought.

"Well he's not my boyfriend, well never mind! Do you believe that this is Brad Falchuck's house? This is so surreal for me!"

"Brad Falchuck? My friend just dragged me here, I had no idea where we even are!"

Obviously Naya had not done as much research on the Glee team as Heather had done.

"He is one of the three creators of Glee!"

"Are you serious?" She quickly fixed her hair in anticipation of being seen by someone important. "Do I look okay, like would you cast me?" She put her hand on her hip and posed like a model, sticking her lips out. Heather giggled at her foolish pose and Naya joined her as she realized how silly she was acting in front of a girl she barely knew.

"You look great." Heather smiled and was happy to receive a smile back.

"Thank you, I try!" They both laughed.

"So how do you think you did at your audition?" Heather was very interested to know how good her chances were at getting the job.

"I think I did okay! Not my best audition I've ever been on. I read for my part, but then they had me read for Sarah too. Isn't that the part you went in for?"

Heather's heart sunk into her stomach. But before she could answer, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar face stumble toward her. She saw Taylor approach her and Naya, drink in hand.

"Hemo!" he screamed to her. Heather looked around embarrassed by his actions making sure no one was watching them. Taylor put his arm around Heather trying his best to stay standing.

"Is he okay?" Naya asked confused by the very drunk man.

"He's fine. He's always gets like this."

"No I don't Heather Elizabeth Morris, I'm as sober as a soberest man could be in life." Taylor slurred to both of them.

"Come on Taylor, we need go to, I need to get you to bed before you throw up on Brad's floor."

"I'm not going to throw up, I have a stomach of gold!" He howled.

"Taylor, just shut up"

Heather put her hand around his waist and his arm around her shoulders to support him. Although Taylor was a pretty big guy, Heather was tall and her dance muscles have helped her carry Taylor over long distances before.

Naya was just staring astounded on how calmly Heather handled the drunken man.

"Do you have a car to take him home?" she asked helpfully.

"No I don't have a car here, I was just going to call a cab and wait outside."

"I can drive you!" she offered quickly.

"Are you sure? Don't you have a friend here?" Heather was surprised at the offer, but she was grateful that Naya could help her out.

"Yeah its no problem! I'll just come get my friend later or she can get a ride home. Whatever!"

"Thank you so much! It means a lot!"

Naya grabbed Taylor's other side and helped Heather carry him down the long driveway to her car. They both put Taylor in the backseat; he resisted putting his seatbelt on at first, but then gave in after Heather gave him a little encouragement. "God Taylor, put your seatbelt on or I swear I'll throw away all the beer and alcohol that is in our house!"

The drive was about 20 minutes to Heather's apartment, and when they arrived Naya helped Heather bring Taylor into the small place and into bed.

"Thanks for helping! I really appreciate it! And I'm sorry about him" she pointed to Taylor lying on the bed already sleeping.

"I'm glad I could help! I'm assuming that you are kind of used to this."

"Yeah, it's like this pretty much everyday!"

"Why don't you get him some help?" Naya paused "Sorry, I don't mean to bud in on your business"

"It's okay. His mom and I have tried to get him into a rehab but he just won't go."

"Well then why don't you leave him?" Heather looked up at Naya who looked to have some kind of hope in her eyes. But then she realized that it was only the reflecting light.

"I feel like I need to take care of him. I've known him for so long, he's become my responsibility."

"I understand" Naya said solemnly. She looked at her watch and read the time, 1:35 am. "Well it's getting late, I need to go pick up my friend."

"Thanks, again for helping." She started to walk Naya toward the front door. Naya opened it and turned around to face Heather before she left.

"Heather, I'm glad that I bumped into you. I really like talking to you. You are a really great girl." Heather felt nervous again, but the good kind of nervous.

"I'm glad we saw each other again. It's kind of like destiny." They both smiled and Naya walked out the door, but making sure to turn around and wave goodbye to Heather before walking down the stairs. Heather waved back, closed the door and went to go check on Taylor. He was slightly awake when she walked into the room, struggling to put on his pajama pants. Heather helped him put them on and into bed. It was like she was taking care of a child.

"You're such a fucking mess Taylor." Heather said out loud to her self, knowing that Taylor wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. "I wish you would get your act together so you wouldn't put me in situations like this." Taylor turned over "what do you mean situations like this?" She was surprised that he was actually conscious enough to answer her. She took a breath "I really like Naya, it seems weird that I just met her and all, but I feel different about her." She knew she could say this to him, because he would have no recollection the next day. "Like the way I used to feel about you."