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Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. Blah blah blah. Also, the people in this story are real and they won't ever be mine either...that would be a little creepy, owning Naya Rivera. I guess I wouldn't TOTALLY mind it, though... O.o This fic is unbeta'd: any and all mistakes belong to me.

"Jane?" I say, stepping into the coolness of her trailer. I silently thank the heavens that our trailers are air-conditioned, for I just ran like a crazy person all the way from set. Smirking to myself as I realize Jane's door doesn't lock either, I gently push it shut, standing alone in the cool, dark space.

"Jane?" I ask again. "You here?"

After a moment or so I sigh, my soul crushed from the fact that I just pulled one of the most dramatic stunts ever on set by running out, and that said stunt was all for naught. Turning to leave, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Naya?" I whip myself around, taking in Jane's appearance. Smiling for one of the first times today, I observe her red and white track uniform or, should I say, Sue's red and white track uniform.

"Sorry I didn't hear you; I was listening to some music. I just shot a pretty mean Sue/Will scene. Matt and I nearly tore each other's heads off, we got so into it. Anyways, sometimes I just like to come back and relax, wind down. You know what I mean?"

I nod, knowing exactly what she's talking about. Whenever I have a scene with Dianna or Lea or about anyone else whose name doesn't start with an 'H' and end with an 'eather', the acting gets pretty heated. Santana is the bitch of McKinley after all; all her time on the show is spent either clawing at some character's emotions or analyzing her sexuality with Brittany. Hm. That reminds me.

"Jane," I start, suddenly nervous. I kick the toes of Santana's white Cheerio sneakers into the fraying carpet of her trailer floor. "I, um, I was wondering if I could talk to you about…something, something…personal." I choose my words carefully, not wanting to jump right in and scream "I'm a lesbian" in her face. Why not, you may ask? One: I don't want her to get the wrong idea about anything. Two: I don't want to scare her off or for her to think I've gone completely insane. And, three: I don't even know if I am gay. All I know is that I love Heather, her eyes, her personality, her beautiful hair, those pretty lips—

No. Stop right there. Didn't we already go over this? I can't think like that anymore.

Jane obviously knows something's up; I haven't said anything for a few moments now.

"You can talk to my about anything, Naya, you know that. Although, I must admit, I'm surprised you'd come to me. I thought all of you kids usually talk amongst yourself." This warrants a slight grin on my end; I always love how Jane and Ryan constantly call us 'kids', when in reality we're in our twenties. Even Chris, who practically just legally turned adult, has always been mature enough to pass for thirty. At one point or another, everyone's been convinced he's the wisest of us all.

"I know I can. I just…I kind of needed to talk to you because, well…I think you're relatable to this certain…subject." I swallow a lump that's mysteriously appeared in my throat. A zillion and one questions begin to buzz through my head. Why did I decided to do this now? Why couldn't I have waited until after the damn scene? Oh, that's right. Because aforementioned scene involves me kissing Heather's lips off. Ugh. All I want—all I need right now is some sanity, some sort of calmness. I just need to escape. Of course though, I can't do that. We just came back from break. We're only three episodes into season three. No escaping now, Naya. Buck up. Be strong. Stop acting like you're in high school again.

"Well sit down, here," Jane says, switching on the lights. The bulbs slowly flicker on, illuminating the tiny space of her trailer to its maximum. I take a seat on her black, cushiony couch and settle myself in, mentally preparing myself for a difficult discussion.

"So what's this about?" Jane asks once she's comfortable as well.

"Well, it's kind of about me…" I trail off, realizing how self-centered that sounds. "Not in a bad way or anything. I don't mean to sound conceited. I just…it's also about Heather. I didn't know who to talk to. I was going to go to Chris, but I was thinking, I mean to say…he's still a guy and all. And Dianna. I was going to talk to her, but I'm not sure she'd quite understand it, and—"

"Whoa there, calm down." Jane interrupts me, clearly trying to stifle a chuckle under breath. "I have no idea what you're even talking about, Naya. Start from the beginning, hmm?"

I nod slowly. This is it. I'm finally going to tell someone. Suddenly, my brain starts nagging at me. You know those times when there's an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other? Yeah. That's happening to me. Right now. Angel: Do it, Naya. This is what you've been waiting for. You know you need to get all of this of your chest, and who better to tell than Jane, someone who went through these things herself? Devil: What the hell do you think you're doing, huh? So you're a little confused. So what? You're twenty four years old. You haven't even been alive for that long. You still have a long way to go. Who says you need to figure everything out now anyways?

Oh shut up. Both of you. Maybe I should take into consideration the 'maybe I'm just going crazy' theory a bit more. But…no. I know what I'm doing. And no matter what comes of this conversation, I have to do it.

"I think…I think I might be gay." I squeeze my eyes shut, wincing at what feels like hours of silence following when, in reality, it's not even five seconds. Opening one eye and peeking out, I see Jane mulling this new revelation over in her head. She doesn't look weirded out—then again, why would she? She doesn't look confused or upset in any way. She doesn't even look surprised. It's almost as if she knew this day was coming, as if she had a hunch that one day, her and I would be sitting on this very black couch talking about these very things.

Odd how things work out sometimes, don't you think?

Finally, Jane replies. What she say, though, shocks me. "Does this have anything to do with Heather?"

I'm stunned, to say the least. How the hell did she know that? Can she read my mind or something? Sure I'm not too subtle about the longing glances and lingering looks I give my blonde best friend, but I didn't think I was announcing it to the world, either.

"H-how did you know that?"

Jane shrugs, her shoulders heaving up and down. "It was a lucky guess."

I give her a pointed look. "I'm gay, not stupid."

"Ah, so you are gay? You're not just thinking about it?"

I stop, momentarily going over this. "Not my point."

"Fine. But just to remind you, I'm gay, too. You don't think I see how you look at her? I went through the same stuff as you, Naya. You don't think I had that one straight friend who I loved but couldn't even perceive the possibility that I could be in love with her? Think again, my friend." She doesn't say it bitterly; she just says it, as if she's trying to get some all important point across.

Point understood, Miss Lynch. I read you, loud and clear.

"So. I have a question for you."

I sigh, shrinking back into the couch and signaling for her to continue by a wave of my hand. All I want to do is stay in this position forever. Sure it's not too great for my back, but who the hell cares anymore? I never thought that ten minutes of conversation like this would have the same draining effect on me that a one hour work out on the tread mill does.

"Are you sure about this? I'm not trying to judge you, obviously, and I certainly understand the hatred towards labels, but are you sure you're not bi?"

Sitting up straighter, I silently decide how to answer. Finally, I speak up, my voice sounding more confident than I'm actually feeling. Well good. I don't want her to think I'm weak.

"I won't deny that the thought has crossed my mind. But then I think of Heather and how perfect she is. It makes me realize that I'll never look at a guy ever the same."

She nods, turning her hands over in her lap. "Have you talked to her about this?"

"Who? Heather? No way. If she finds out the truth, she'll probably just run away and be freaked out that we ever hugged. She'll definitely try to talk to Ryan and write off our scenes together."

"Naya!" she yells disbelievingly. "She's not going to be afraid of you! Even if she doesn't feel the same way, you'll still be her best friend."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever," I say, casually flinging my hands about in the air. "But still. If I tell her, the only thing that'll result is a broken heart on my end and a guilty self on hers. I don't want her to feel bad that she can't love me back because, knowing her, that's what'll happen. She's too much of a kind person. She'll just feel really terrible knowing that she's the reason I've been having a hard time lately." In a whisper, I add, "I just can't do that to her. I can't break her."

Jane notices the extra comment but decides to ignore it. "Naya, you have to know that Heather isn't the only girl out there. There will be other people. And plus, you're clearly new to all of this, am I correct?"

I hesitate. "If by 'all of this' you mean being a lesbian, then yes." I blush slightly and look down, playing with a loose string of a pillow.

"Then don't focus on Heather right now. Try figuring yourself out first. Learn to accept yourself before you dive into relationships. Everyone goes through heartbreak, Naya, even straight people. Sure, being a woman and loving another woman who won't ever love you back is hard, but everyone goes through this kind of loss. It's not just you." I silently agree with her. Her words aren't threatening, they aren't meant to be mean. They are simply true.

"I'm assuming you came to me because I have similar experiences, not because you wanted to vent to someone about Heather. If you wanted to do that, I bet you'd talk to Dianna. But I can tell that you want someone to relate to, someone who was once in your shoes. I'll tell you this. I can't totally understand what you're going through. When I was younger, the LGBT community was hated in some places. You're lucky, Naya, believe it or not. People are much more accepting today than they were thirty years ago."

I sit silently, taking everything she's just said in, digesting it like it's a food I've never tried before. She's right. Hearing her makes me feel selfish. I know it wasn't her intent to make me feel this way, but everything she said, every last piece of it, is true. How can I not feel selfish? There are people who've had it way harder than me, even way harder than her.

"You're right, Jane. God, I'm so stupid."

"Hey there. Don't think that for one minute. You're not stupid. You're confused. You're upset and, emotionally, a roller coaster. But that doesn't make you stupid. You're just going through a lot of stuff right now. But at one point or another, we all go through stuff."

All I can do in response is laugh. Not belly-laugh material, just a slight chuckle. She's right. She's so right. It scares me sometimes how wise she is. Jane is one of those people who's definitely lived, seen the world.

"Thanks Jane." It's all I can manage to say. It's not a lot, I know, but somehow, she knows I mean it with all my heart.

"You're welcome. Now do me a favor. I have a feeling you're in for a rough next few hours. But don't beat yourself up, okay? You'll learn to accept yourself over time. Just own who you are, Naya. Don't let anyone or anything get in your way."

I mutter a weak okay and, before leaving, give her one of the tightest hugs I've ever given anyone. Thanking her again, I open the door to her trailer, letting the stuffy California air hit my face. Hot days in California can be hell. Closing the door shut behind me, I walk down the stairs slowly, still trying to comprehend all that just happened. I don't get much time to, though, for when I look up, I'm met with Ryan's calm yet scary eyes and Eric's steaming expression.

Great. Just what I need.

Thinking back to Jane's words though, I finally realize that complaining to myself or anyone for that matter isn't going to get me anywhere. I did run off set, after all. I knew there would be consequences eventually. Following the two men, I drag my feet sullenly along the pavement. But Jane was right. I can't stay depressed forever. I have to let go a little and accept what's coming at me. I perk up, standing straighter and walking taller. This is finally my chance to prove to both Jane and myself that I can do this.

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