WARNING: HEYA FIC NOT BRITTANA!

Summary: Naya reads HeMo's interview from Fitness magazine. A short fic about her reaction, and the aftermath of it.

Rating: T (For the moment)

Words: 3977

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Glee, let alone the wonderful cast. This isn't true, and it's just an idea (unfortunately).


And They Say Reading Is Good For You:

Chapter Four:

Two nights later, Naya was wrapped up in a comforter on her sofa back in her house. Ian had said all the cast could go home, mostly directing it at the Latina because he knew she'd been staying on set for the last couple of nights. So reluctantly, she dragged herself home, picked up her two favourite boys to have a threesome with and settled down on her sofa.

As she picks at the Ben&Jerry's tub of ice-cream (her so-called threesome), and watching re-reuns of Grey's Anatomy, her phone starts buzzing. She inhales her last spoonful and places the tub back on her coffee table, grabbing her phone on the way back before flipping it open to reveal 'Di-Di'. After inhaling heavily, she wets her lips and answers.

"Hello?"

"Rivera get your ass ready. I'll be round in twenty minutes and we're going out. Brad says we've all been stressed on set so he's taking us out for drinks."

Naya sighs and rolls her eyes, "I'm not sure D, not really feeling up to it. Plus you just interrupted me during a very enjoyable threesome."

Plus Taylor's gonna be there with my best friend

She adds mentally. She listens to the fading echo of wind brushing past Dianna's phone as she falls silent.

"What's it this time? Phish Food or Cookie Dough?" Dianna replies.

Naya laughs, "Cookie Dough."

"Nay, you're coming out." The blonde starts, tutting when she hears the decision in the Latina's mind to interrupt.

"Uh uh uh! Look, I'm not gonna leave you moping all alone just 'cause you're pissed 'bout Tay being here. Man up, and show him it's not bothering you, otherwise he's gonna win. And if that hasn't worked then you have to come out, for me, as your best friend, and as a favour."

Naya furrows her eyebrows and chuckles lightly, acknowledging how good of a friend Di really is. She doesn't even have to tell the blonde what's wrong and yet she still manages to figure it out.

Their friendship was how best friends are supposed to be. They argued, yelled, cursed and God knows what else at each other - but at the end of the day they always made up. Dianna always caught the Latina on her lies, and told her straight instead of trying to save her feelings. Naya was always thankful, and considering the blonde actress just decided to dive low and use the 'you have to come out for me' thing, she couldn't say no.

"Okay Agron. But this is the last time you can use that shit."

Laughter answers her sentence, "Sure sure. See ya soon."

"Bye."

And she hangs up, leaving her in a desolate apartment with a melting tub of Cookie Dough staining her pine table. She sighs heavily, mentally and emotionally preparing herself for seeing her beautiful blonde dancing best friend with that fucking ice-cage like baseball-playing boyfriend.

After shrugging off the comforter reluctantly, allowing the cool breeze to infect her skin and causing unflattering goosebumps to form over her skin - she walks throughout the empty areas to her equally empty bedroom, settling infront of the wardrobe and inhaling deeply as she reaches for the doorknobs.

"Fuck you Agron."


True to her word, Dianna turns up at Naya's door, ringing the bell consistantly until the Latina opens it - something she'd come to realise made the brunette answer quicker.

Naya saunters over to the front door, make-up and hair at the ready with a tight, black 'Santana-like' dress on that hugs every contour and dip on her olive-skinned body.

The doorbell rings several times in concession and the Latina starts to become annoyed with it, knowing Dianna only did it to try and speed up her door-answering time.

"I'M COMING! JESUS AGRON!"

As she opens the door she almost gapes at the sight of her shorter blonde best friend in a short black blazer, green tank top that enhances her eye-colour and black body-con skirt that hugs her ass. Her legs are showing underneath the skirt and the Latina scans them. Sometimes, as much as she hates to admit it, trying to find Dianna Agron unnattractive is incredibly hard.

"Yo, Rivera. Wrong blonde to be perving on." She jokes, stepping forward and embracing the Latina.

"Shut up. Just thinking you're not as horrible looking as I remember." Naya teases, squeezing the blonde quickly before releasing her, shutting the front door and making her way down the pitpath to Dianna's black Range Rover with the driver in toe.

"Hmm, a back-handed compliment. Thanks Santana."

Naya rolls her eyes and climbs into the passenger side, settling into the leather seat whilst Dianna slides into the drivers seat, and switching on the ignition.

"So where we going?"

The car starts moving off into Maine Street, passing several bystanders who gaze at the tinted-window Range Rover that obviously wasn't just 'anyone'.

"Fubar on Santa-Monica Boulevard."

Naya furrows her brows, not knowing the location and feeling slightly uneasy at that fact.

"Calm down Nay, it's the newest hotspot in West Hollywood."

"I know." She pauses, not actually realising the guest list for the drinks, "So who's going?"

"Yes, both of them are going to be there."

The Latina raises her eyebrow and shakes her head slightly, "That's not what I asked."

"You didn't have too. Anyway, Heather and Taylor, Jenna, Chris, Darren, Ashley, Kevin, Amber, Chord's making an appearance, Cory, Brad and I think Harry."

"So the whole cast?" Naya snorts, chuckling lightly.

Dianna turns to her and stares incredulously, "Except Mark, you know, your boyfriend."

Naya widens her eyes and giggles uncomfortably. "I meant apart from him."

The blonde raises her perfectly shaped eyebrow whilst focusing on the road in front of her. Naya then realises she's not only going to be sitting there with Heather and Taylor all over each other, but she's also going to have to be alone without Mark to at least take her mind off them.

"Of course you did. Anyway he's coming later. Ian wants him to get his Puck-hawk fitted properly anyway." Dianna adds, tapping her fingers to the quiet sound of Rihanna pumping through the speakers.

"Wow, sounds fun."

Naya's brain starts racing, and she doesn't realise until the car turns into an underground parking lot, how nervous she actually is. She's been to drinks with the cast thousands of times, but ever since she kind of came to terms with her girl-crush on her best friend, the thought seems too weird.

The blonde riffles through her purse, and snaps her head up to the brunette who's still staring through the window. "Nay?"

"Huh? Yeah?"

"I said are you ready?"

Naya nods stiffly and climbs out the car. Resting her back against the frame of the car awaiting Dianna's exit. She sighs heavily as the blonde walks around the car and stands looking at Naya expectantly as she gestures towards the door.

"We're late already but I'm sure they won't mind when I explain you've been standing in the parking lot for ten minutes." Dianna says sarcastically.

"Fuck you Agron." Naya repeats, remebering her earlier words and allowing her legs to carry her to the parking lot exit.

She can't help but feel the dread thread through every fibre in her body as they arrive at the door, paparazzi and fans swarming around them as the large, black bouncer unhooks the velvet rope and allows them into the bar.

Naya fiddles with her nails and follows Dianna in, sighing heavily as she approaches the Glee-cast filled booth. She inhales deeply before saying;

"This is gonna be a long night."


She slides into the booth next to Dianna, glancing up to nod at her colleagues. As she went round the table she smiled and made small talk with Jenna, Chris, Kevin and Lea, the people sitting furthest away from a certain breath-takingly beautiful blonde that she could feel penetrating her temple with her blue eyed glare.

It was taking all the strength she had to not even greet her best friend, because she knew that Taylor was sitting right next to her, smirking and running his hands all over the dancers toned frame. Knowing she was on her own, and being silently laughed at by Heather's boyfriend was enough to keep her diverted gaze in tact.

When Mark gets here you'll be fine.

She couldn't help but feel guilty, like so many times before. And she knew that wasn't the feeling she was supposed to get now that she was seeing Mark or whatever they had going on. But he was a safety net for her, he could protect her whenever Heather and Taylor were rubbing their relationship in her face.

The Latina sighs heavily and orders a Appletini from the redheaded waitress that approaches their ridiculously large VIP booth. As the chatter stared to speed ahead without Naya being able to catch up, she finally took a glance around the room - still dodging a piercing blue stare and took in the surroundings.

The dancefloor was rather dark, signifying the intense, erotic dancing that was taking place, and it was only then that she realises all the couples on their were same sex and grinding up on eachother. She turns to Dianna and nudges her shoulder lightly;

"Is this a gay bar?"

The blonde smiles and nods, "Yeah. It's a hotspot, good for our reputation and I'm pretty sure Chris already has his eye on the bartender."

She juts her chin towards the bar, Naya turns and see's Chris leaning seductively on the bar, chatting away and flirting with the hunky barman. She looks back to the booth and scans for him, even though she knows where he actually is. She hadn't even noticed that he'd left the booth and that worries her slightly as she realises she was looking at the grinding same-sex couples long enough for Chris to awkardly climb over the Glee cast and over towards the bartender.

Her cheeks flush and she turns back to the table, which no has a Martini glass sitting on top of it. She hears an all-too-familiar giggle come from across the table, but she pretends not to hear it as she sips on her drink attempting to drown away her thoughts of the blonde dancer.

She orders a few Tequila shots, hoping alcohol would solve her problems. The waiter brings them over within a few minutes and downs them within 3 seconds flat, one second per shot. The Latina hears the dancer clear her throat, trying to catch her attention but she keeps sipping on her Appletini, washing away the remnents of the sour sting of the tequila at the back of her throat.

Once again it takes everything she has not to flicker her eyes up at least once to meet the cerulean orbs staring at her.

"Evening babe."

Naya turns her head and is met with an unexpected peck on her lips from Mark, and she feels the hole grow bigger in the side of her temple as bright blue eyes burn further into her skin.

She forces a smile, making it look as genuine as possible. "Hey."

He slides in beside her, making sure their thighs touch as he drapes an arm around her shoulder, pulling their sides together. Naya flinches internally, but her body is telling her he's her shield, so she allows herself to mould against his muscular side.

"Mark!" Taylor shouts from across the table, and the darker man nods stiffly. "Nice to see you. You too Naya."

Naya scoffs at his lame attempt to start a conversation and Mark tilts his head downwards to the Latina, questioning the greeting.

With Mark's musclar arm wrapped around her frame, she glances up towards the baseball player, who's tightening his grip on the dancers pale frame and smirks.

"I've been here for a while Hubbell, not sure why you're saying hi now."

Taylor straightens up his back, leaning heavily against the board.

"Well considering you decided to ignore me and Heather here, thought I'd be the bigger man and step up."

Naya flares her nostrils, but forces another smile which slightly resembles a smirk and straightens up, threading her fingers through Marks for protection.

"Sorry. Must have missed you two sitting there, Di didn't mention both of you were coming."

The baseball player narrows his eyes and mimicks the nose flaring.

"Well we come as a pair, y'know, being a couple and all."

She feels a glass shard pierce her chest and twist her heart agonizingly, however she manages to keep a straight face at the smug baseball player. She finally flickers her eyes to lock sight with bright blue orbs that are shaded with what the Latina deciphers to be disappointment, anger and possibly jealousy? She watches the dancer shake her head, but only about a centimetre each side, obviously trying to conceal the emotions. Naya inhales deeply and leans further into the muscular figure beside her.

"Of course. Hello Heather," she punctuates with a turn of her head, "and Taylor."

Naya slides her hand up Marks chest, gripping his jaw and turning it to press a firm kiss to his lips before snuggling into his neck. The darker man dips his head and brushes his lips against her ear;

"You alright Nay? Is Tay pissing you off again?"

Again? What?

She opens her mouth to reply when she see's Dianna approach their booth, and slides in next to Mark.

"Mark! You're here!" She yells, embracing him in a quick hug and peering round the corner to lock eyes with the Latina.

"You alright guys?" The blonde asks innocently, flicking her gaze between the two couples and noticing the awkwardness.

Naya smiles and nods, just like the other three do. Dianna narrows her eyes slightly at the Latina; "Come outside with me Nay? I need to get a breather."

The brunette smiles weakly, and kisses Mark on the cheek before climbing over him and following the shorter blonde through the dancefloor. She meets bright blue eyes quickly and darts them to the floor even faster whilst weaving around the grinding couples and out into the crisp West Hollywood air.


The blonde stayed silent as she turns to the Latina with her arms crossed and head crooked to the side. "Not exactly making it subtle Nay."

"I've got Mark and I'm happy with him. It's just inconvenient we're sitting right opposite them."

Dianna sighs and digs into her clutch bag, and brings out a single cigarette. Naya furrows her eyebrow as the blonde thrusts it towards her, placing it in her palm alongside a purple lighter.

"You need it more than I do."

Naya narrows her eyes and smiles, knowing that she probably shouldn't smoke considering the heat she'll get from the media after someone will somehow have managed to post it all over the internet within ten minutes. But she shrugs and sparks up, within one drag she's inhaling the toxic fumes and a blanket of calm settles over the olive skin.

"Thanks Agron."

Dianna smiles and nods, "Lea's waiting for me, I'll be back soon yeah?"

Naya breathes out a long line of smoke, "Yeah. Kay, bye."

The blonde departs and leaves the Latina leaning against the cool metal railings, overlooking the short drop looking out across the streets of West Hollywood. She takes in another drag, and listens to the door open behind her,

"Well that was quick."

She's answered by silence, and she turns around to meet the blonde she wasn't expecting. "Oh, hi."

Heather darts her eyes towards the cigarette smoking in the Latina's hand and back up to look into the mocha orbs. Naya watches it and inhales a long, hard drag, pursing her lips into a tiny 'o' shape as she exhales up towards the night sky.

The dancers mouth opens as if she's about to say something, but Mark pops his head around the door. "You alright babe?"

Naya smiles sweety and stares at the blonde whilst answering, "Yeah babe. Go back inside. I'll be in, in a moment."

"Kay." He answers, winking back and nodding at Heather.

The blonde almost glides over and mirrors the leaning position the Latina had been in previously.

"You know I don't like it when you do that." She says after a long, uncomfortable silence.

Naya whips her head round and glares into the back of the blonde head of hair with narrowed eyes. "What?"

"You know I don't like it when you do that." Heather repeats, clasping her hands together as her elbows rest against the metal railings.

The Latina looks at the cigarette and then to the door where her encounter with Mark had just taken place. Her heart was pounding vigrously, thinking that the dancer might actually be jealous. She feels the corners of her lips curve up slightly as the blonde turns around, clenches her jaw and scrunches her nose slightly. If it wasn't for their current situation Naya would probably tell her how adorable she looked.

"Don't like when I do what? Smoke or Mark?"

The Latina widens her eyes as the words roll off her tongue in a challenging tone. Heather narrows her eyes at the brunette and flares her nostrils once before moistening her lips with a sweep of her tongue. Naya watches the hesitation in the dancers mind, the internal argument of whether to lie or not and inhales another drag, tasting the toxic fumes before flicking the butt over the side of the mini balcony.

"Smoking, obviously."

Naya flinches at the harsh tone behind her best friends voice, and smiles disbelievingly, accompanying it with a tiny shake of her head. Her hands rubs over her eyes and then clasp together in front of her as Heather stands straight, shifting her weight onto her left leg whilst crossing her arms.

"Well it's not your place to like it, whether it's to do with smoking or dating." The Latina retorts, challenging the blonde to examine her intial reaction.

The dancer keeps an emotionless expression pasted on her expression, but her eyes shade with a deeper blue than usual - showing the Latina exactly what she wanted.

"It is."

"No it's not."

"I'm your best friend, so it is. I care about you."

Naya feels the anger course through her veins as the magazine article imprints itself into her mind, the words burning through her brain and hovering over her tongue.

Care?

"Taylor's what you really care about."

Heather narrows her eyes and shifts her weight onto the opposite leg. Naya knows her best friend is recognising the quote.

"What?"

"We're not on set Heather. No need to play Brittany's part."

As soon as the words rolled off her tongue she started wishing to take them back. But the blonde doesn't respond the way she thought, instead she lowers her head and Naya watches the eyes glisten with extra moisture. She knows she should feel guilty, but the infuriating adrenaline that's still pumping through her being is preventing it momentarily.

"I don't want to damage your relationship, y'know considering I'm part of the whole acting thing if it was to affect your relationship, then you wouldn't continue doing it. Guess that includes our-"

Naya gulps heavily, closing her eyes and hesitating before forcing out the next word. "Friendship."

Heathers head snaps up and Naya instantly notices the recognition on her face. She inhales and listens to her heartbeat quicken as the dancers face contorts into an almost painful expression. The dancer fiddles with her nail cuticles, and Naya watches her lower lip quiver as if she's holding in a sob. Her heart's yelling at her, telling her to step forward and embrace the dancer. But her mind was overlapping those words and reminding her of the hurt she'd endured for the blonde.

"Rivera." A deep voice calls. Naya spins around to see Taylor standing rigid by the doorframe with his fists balled by his sides.

"Hubbell, just in time. Heather needs looking after, and if you're ever gonna marry her and have kids together you'll need to know how to look after someone apart from yourself. So here's practice session number one."

She spits, smirking as she brushes past the baseball player and back into the stuffy dancefloor. Blue eyes continue to pierce into the back of her skull as she walks away, watching her every movement. But she shakes it off and runs her tongue of her teeth, swallowing harshly as a bubble of rage lodges in her throat. She can feel the skin breaking as the rage forces her perfectly manicured nails to leave ruby indentations in her palm.


Her body collides with another, and she slowly recognises to be Lea, who grabs her arms and looks up with a confused smile. "Nay Nay, you okay?"

Naya shakes her head frivolously and squeezes her eyes shut in any attempt to calm down her nerves. The anger sparks through her veins, igniting every fibre in her body and she feels herself shaking.

"I just need-"

Lea runs her palms up the tanned arms in a soothing manner. It probably would've worked about five minutes ago.

"I don't feel well. I just need to get out of here." She lies, opening her eyes and clenching her jaw at the diva.

"Okay honey. I'll call Bryan and come to get you." Lea suggests, cupping the Latina's wrist and dragging her through the crowd to sit at the desolate booth that was previously occupied by the entire cast.

Naya sighs heavily and slumps into the chair, signalling the waiter to bring her another Appletini and four vodka shots. She thinks about how greatful she is for Lea, calling her driver just because she 'doesn't feel well' but she soon forgets as about two minutes later, the waiter practically sprints over to her, obviously after sensing her emotions and sets the drinks down on the table.

"They're on the house Miss Rivera. Compliments of Mr Salling."

Shit, Mark.

"Thank you."

The waiter nods and flips the tray in his hand, spinning on his heel and heading back towards the bar. She grabs two shots, one in each hand and chucks them down in concession, following with the other two. The first two burnt her throat, so she didn't even wince as the second two flowed down her oesophagus. Her head starts to spin as she attempts to focus on the shot glasses she's trying to line up.

"Naya?"

The Latina grudgingly snaps her head up to meet hazel brown eyes.

"Lea said you wanted to go home, and since I'm under the limit I can take you instead of her calling her driver out especially."

Naya smiles drunkingly at Mark, her eyes blurring as she focuses on taking the hand he's offering out.

"Thanks Mark. You'reee a reeeeaaal nice guyy did you know thats? I likes you."

He smiles down at her, wrapping his muscular arm around her waist to support her frame as they hobble through the club and out to Mark's Ford Mustang. Her mind is swimming, she can feel the alcohol pulsing through her veins and gradually dragging her down into a hazey shadow of sleep.

"I know babe."

Naya sinks into the passenger seat, leaning her temple against the window as Mark slides into the driver's seat, switching on the engine and pulling out carefully. She murmurs something incoherent and his eyebrows furrow.

"Haves I angeredd you? Or upsets youuuu?" She questions, narrowing her eyes to focus on the blurry wall attempting to shadow her eyes.

"No babe, no. I just-" He gulps heavily, squeezing his fists tightly around the steering wheel as he clenches his jaw. The Latina can feel her heart pounding, she can hear the tone of his voice and knows it's not good. As much as she tries to, she just can't seem to keep her damn eyes open.

"I just don't-"

And before Mark can finish his sentence, her eyelids shut without her consent and her brain delves into the deepest relms of sleep, effectively ending their conversation.


This chapter is just a filler really, I'm having a hard time writing the updates due to work but I apologise! Please tell me what you thought! Thanks!