Three god damn lines. Thats all she got, 3 damn lines . Demi was getting sick of this shit. How the hell was this suppose to work if all the writers did was put the two in one scene together? It was ridiculous.
The only thing that kept things interesting was that Santana was to call her a Traitor , then peck her on the lips lovingly.
After the past hour, It was Extremely hard for the smaller girl to do . It was a good thing it was 'at the end of the episode.' Though Demi wished it would just happen now.
Demi watched as Naya ran over her lines with Lea , both of them were suppose to be 'hating on eachother' after Santana got the part of Rachel's under study in Funny girl .Despite the Latina's random glances directed at the smaller girl. She managed to keep in character for most of the time. Only once did she slip up.
Rachel had been going through Santana's panty drawer, looking for candles seeing at one point in time this was her candle drawer. When Santana was suppose to 'catch' her in the act. There they were suppose to exchange some mindless banter about how they were the only real 'girl friends' that each other had. The new 'trio' as Kurt Dani and Starchild called themselves were going to enter for rehearsal. And Dani and Santana were to share a short, but cute exchange.
Demi seemed flustered, she couldn't much handle the girl's lips on her own at the moment. Naya could sense this.
"Your a traitor." Naya said with a small smile, pecking the girl on the cheek.
Naya thought that would make the tension better, in fact it only made it worse.
Demi slightly bit her bottom lip, her hand unconsciously, but slightly brushing up against the girl's leg. She felt the Latina shudder. No more words were suppose to be said, but Naya growled out in a low , sultry tone. "See you later." She caught herself , the look on her face reminded her they were in Rehearsal, and not alone. "-Dani..." She added abruptly.
Demi smiled, giving her head a nod. She knew the meaning. The Latina walked away, assumingly to talk her lines over with Lea. Leaving Demi to gaze at her dreamingly. Okay, best three lines ever.
...
He didn't know what the two girls were thinking. Did they actually think they were fooling anyone with this shy display of flirting? Well, Maybe the Straight ones. But not him, he had seen this too many times...
Chris Colfeir had seen many of relationships. Hell, he matched most of them. He was ,after all. Allot like his character Kurt on Glee. These two have given off the lesbian Magnet vibe since the moment they laid eyes on each other. Why they just hadn't given in a taken the leap was beyond him. But it was beginning to take a bit from the show, and he. As the resident Gay boy match maker. Found it his job to either bring them together. Or to suppress their tendencies enough to make the two work together and stop eye fucking on set.
The thought itself made him want to vomit, the woman body was a beast he did not want to get acquainted with.
"Hey Demi." He said far too innocently.
Demi's head seemed to snap up at him, her eyes flittering away from the Latina reluctantly. She cleared her throat. "Yeah Chris, Urm. Whats up?"
Chris crossed his arms, staring at the girl. This was either going to be very hard. Or very easy. "Did you get my Email? About Italian?"
The way the girl's eyes widened signified that she did, but that something was also attached to that memory. He would have to find out what.
"Y-Yeah." She stammered. "And drinks too right? God knows i like a good Sex on the beach."
Chris shot a glance at Naya who had been talking with Lea. She had heard it, her mouth was hanging slightly, blinking like a mad woman. He tried his best not to chuckle.
"Well, Lets make it lunch and happy hour. Lea and Naya still got a bit to go over, and well. Lea and Myself already went over everything that involved us in your absence. " He made sure to have an undertone of knowing in his voice. It was subtle, but he saw the Smaller girl caught on. Good job Ms Lovato. We might be able to save you yet.
Demi chewed on the inside of her cheek nervously. "Okay, Fine. Where to flame pants?"
Chris laughed at the horrible name. It was meant as an playful insult. He knew it, but his mission was set. He needed to play the Hero. "Well, I was thinking Di pasquels. over on Abbot. I hear they have a nice lunch menu and its pretty decreet." Again, hinting to the woman that they wouldn't be overheard.
Demi nodded slowly. "Fine Fine...Hey Lea! Naya! Chris is taking me out for lunch. Catch you two later!" She yelled, standing from her stool.
Chris nodded, shirking to himself. Very good force is strong in this one.
...
Theyre leaving? Why the hell are they leaving?! Naya thought in panic. "We have 3 hours before the shoot, I wanted to talk to Demi. Okay well not talk...Well maybe a little talk..."
Lea rolled her eyes, watching the girl follow Chris and Demi with her eyes. "So when are you going to tell her." She asked innocently.
Naya shot a glare at Lea. No, she was NOT doing this. "I dont know what your talking about-"
"Bull shit Naya." Lea said with a smile that reached her eyes. "I see the way you look at her, its like a lost puppy following its master. Though...It doesn't even compare the way she looks at you." Lea returned to her script, reading over a few lines silently.
Naya slammed her hand on the table. "I look at her normally, like you look at her. Shes Demi Lovato for god's sake! Shes already a legend in comparis- Wait what do you mean the way she looks at me?" Naya cut herself off, blinking. The last part of Lea's words sinking in.
"Its not a secret that you broke up with Sean after meeting Demi. I'm surprised the tabloids wernt all over it to be honest. Maybe they just didnt catch it, but we did. " She stopped herself looking back up at Naya. " Chris and I being that we that is. " She took a dramatic breath. "We havent talked about it of course, but just know. Its bound to happen. Weather its you making the first move. Or Demi making the first move. " She rolled her eyes. "Although Demi has made moves, MANY moves. You just didn't bite. " She said with a wink.
Naya rolled her eyes. Moving over to the couch, she plopped down. "I've never been with a woman Lea. Especially someone like her. On screen, its different. Its an Act. Here...In real life, its raw , its emotional. Hell, yesterday I was reading a Fan Fic about Demi and Myself, that Demi had been reading and I nearly-"
Lea's head shot up. "Demi was reading a fan fic? About you two? Not about Santana and Dani?"
Naya quirked a brow, staring at the girl. "Yeah, So-"
Lea clapped her hands together, obviously excited. "This is perfect!" As quickly as the words escaped her mouth, she rushed over to the coat rack. Pulling out a bejeweled pink laptop from a bag.
Naya glared at the sparkling laptop, wondering how Lea wasn't blinded. "Really Lea...I think it needs more puke."
Lea frowned, Opening the laptop. "Quiet! Were going to write a fan fic. Actually..." She thrusted the Laptop at the Latina , Microsoft word open. "YOUR going to write her a fan fic. She reads them right? She'll see it. When she does , and she finds out it was you...Oh this will be ADORABLE!" She clapped her hands together a few times, squinting her eyes with excitement.
Naya stared at the screen, blinking a few times. "Write a...I dont even know how?!"
Lea waved her hand. "Then go on that Site and ASK. You said there was one that Demi liked, one that she read. Do you remember the username?"
Naya didnt need to think. The name was so ridiculous , how could she forget. "Yeah, Sanilovin. But what does that have to do with anythin-"
Lea snatched the laptop, opening up Explorer, and going onto fan fiction. Naya crossed her arms, quirking a brow. "What!" Exclaimed Lea. "I like reading them too!"
Naya rolled her eyes. "Am I the only one who doesn't."
Lea didnt look up from the screen, clicking away."Probably."
Naya grumbled, tapping her fingers on her arm impatiently. "What are you doing Lea..."
Lea held up a hand. "Its...Magic Naya. Let the master work..." She continued to click away. Suddenly assaulting the keys. After what seemed like 15 minutes Lea cleared her throat.
"Dear Ms Lovin. I am writing you to inform you that I enjoy your work! Recently I have been wanting to confess my feelings to my crush. She is allot like Demi Lovato and you seem to channel her so well! I thought about writing her a Fan Fiction of my own to confess my feelings and make her notice me. If you could respond to me Via Razorhair I would appreciate it! Thank you!" Lea read out loud.
"DONT YOU DARE SEND THAT!" Naya screamed, lunging for the laptop.
Lea cackled evilly. Hitting the send button. She had left that in an Anonymous review for the author to read. "There! Now we wait!"
Naya sneered. "I really hate you sometimes Lea."
Lea could on grin. "Giving you some Ideas Naya. Doesnt hurt to ask."
...
Demi and Chris arrived at Di pasquels a few minutes after they left via Cab. As Chris had said, It was small, nice , and reminded her allot of breadsticks on set. She had never eaten there, or Dani had never eaten there. But the Description of the eatery was not kind. She hoped this place was better.
Christ ordered a White Wine and a plate of sausage spaghetti. , Demi fought the urge to make a comment about this. She , on the other hand, order Chicken Alfredo with a Virgin Pineapple upside down cake as a drink. Chris could only shake his head.
"If you were a man i think that your drink tastes were a bit fruity." He said with a chuckle.
Demi laughed nervously. As they waited for their food, it was uncomfortably silent. Demi couldnt look up at her Cast Mate , as if afraid she did something wrong.
"Well this is different. Demi Lovato at a loss for words...Now. Demi, tell me. How are you planning on Asking out Naya?" Chris asked curiously.
She knew it, Chris knew everything. She silently swore to herself. "How long have you known?"
Chris laughed, The waiter placing their drinks on the table and walking away. Picking up his glass, Chris swirled the contents slowly, his his other hand holding his chin as his elbow propped his head up. "Its Obvious Demi, You two have so much Sexual Tension I'm surprised it isn't bottled and sold as a stimulant."
Demi couldn't help but laugh at that, then let out a sigh. " What do i do Chris? She hasnt come out, how do we even know if she likes lady parts?"
Chris could only stare at her. "She likes yours, she cant stop staring at them."
Demi quirked a brow, crossing her arms. "Oh?"
Chris covered his face with his palm. "Yes, It is disturbing half of the time. I once had to leave the room to vomit. Images are not a good thing of you two."
Demi smiled. "It still doesnt mean shes a lesbian. "
"Labels arnt everything Demi." Chris said seriously. "Thats the problem in todays society. Your Black, your white, your Asian , your Mexican. " he took a breath. "Straight, Gay , Bi , Lesbian, even transsexual." He paused on his words. "Labels destroy things. Put things in boxes to be categorized."
"But your gay." Demi stated.
Chris rose his glass. "Damn right I am, but I dont let that define who , or what I am."
Demi gave a small nod with her head. "Alright, So she likes lady parts. Or, likes MY lady parts..." Her breath hitched at the thought. "Anyways...What do I do? I dont want to come on too strong, but i dont want to feel like this anymore. Being afraid to touch her, to go too far. "
Chris rose his hand pointing at the girl."Theres your problem. Demi dearest. You are a beautiful, and talented woman. Naya , weather she admits it or not. Broke up with Sean because you came along..."
"So thats wannabe's name..." She grumbled.
Chris stared at her. "Wannabe?"
Demi shrugged. "Didn't think it was worth my time to learn his name."
Chris grinned evilly. "Some one's Jealous...How cute."
The Girl glared at Chris, sticking out her tongue like a child. Just then, her pocket buzzed. The ringtone suggested it was her email. "Hold on Chris, Got an Email." She pulled out her phone, It was another review from Fan fiction. Cripes, that story had gotten allot of hits in the day it had been up. She tapped it, reading the message. How sweet.
"Whats going on? Anything Dire?" Chris asked curiously.
Demi shook her head. "No, Just a review from a fanfiction I wrote last night." She clasped her hand over her mouth. She could get in serious trouble for writing one with the agency.
Chris laughed, Snatching the phone from the girl. " A Fan Fic Eh? Well. Lets see what they wrote..."
Chris scanned over the message, his eyes narrowed, then widened in surprise. "No Way...This is rich!"
Demi blinked, utterly confused by the boy's reaction. "What? What is it?"
Chris held the phone in front of Demi, A smug look on his face. "The Email. Don't you recognize it?"
Demi squinted her eyes at the small screen. Nope she didnt. Why would she? "Nope, Cant say I do."
Chris smirked. "Demi, Thats Naya's personal Email."
Demi's Jaw dropped. She was blinking like a madwoman. "Thats...Nay-...Wait what?"
Chris took a deep breath, annunciating every word. " That. Is . Naya's . Personal .Email." The smirk didnt leave his face, only grew. "Seems like you have a Fan."
Demi's face flushed scarlet. "She...Oh god..." Her hands moved to her hair, tangling her fingers in the strands. "Oh god, If she finds out it was me shes going to freak. "
Chris shook his head. "Demi, Shes asking for Advice, She wants to impress her crush...I know that crush is you..."
Demi found she was no longer hungry. Her heart was beating far too fast. She did however, take a long swig of her drink. After a few seconds, she gulped. "What do I say?"
Chris thought a moment, then got an Idea. "Respond. I apologize for any delay but at the moment I cannot give you detailed advice. I will however respond later tonight..."
Demi looked at him Questioningly, but typed what he said. Sending it back to the email. "Okay..What did that do."
"Tonight, You give her Advice. Go to her, show her how you feel." He said Simply. "She'll put the pieces together."
Demi hitched her jaw , shooting daggers at Chris. "I'm going to Murder you..."
Chris leaned back in his seat somewhat smugly. " You love me."
...
Naya was surprised to see a response so quickly. After what seemed like an Eternity, Lea had stopped drilling Naya for information. The shoot was Canceled due to Rain , so they would pick up the next day.
Lea offered to walk the Latina to her trailer. But Naya simply responded with . "I can take care of myself, I'll cut a bitch if they try anything."
This brought on a Eye roll by Lea, leaving her to walk alone.
Naya enjoyed the Silence, though her thoughts kept her busy. Demi, it was all she could think about. Demi , the Vixen ,the Goddess with an Enchanting voice made for the heavens. She invaded her mind like a Plauge , but one she didn't care to cure. She barely realized she was approching her trailer before literally walking into the table set infront. Secretly, she was glad that no one was around to witness this.
Naya entered her home away from home. Staring at the space. It seemed so Quiet, she needed to Liven things up. She noticed the Laptop on the table and opened it. Maybe she would give Fan Fiction a shot. Get some Ideas for her story.
Why was it fucking turned off? She never turned off her laptop. It was a bitch to start up and took forever. She grumbled as it loaded, Evil start screens blinded her and caused her to mini rage, screaming obsanities at its existence.
First, Email. She wanted to see if anything had changed for the upcoming shoots. The Email from SaniLovin was there. Thinking It was something new, she opened it. Nope, still the same. It must have not registered. But she did notice something she hadn't before.
Sent from my Sprint Android.
...Keepin it real...
Where had she seen that before? It seemed so Familiar. She stared at the screen, shifting her jaw back and forth with Curiosity. It was then she felt a buzz in her pocket. It stirred her from her thought process.
Of course, It was from Demi.
Hey Naya, The shoots canceled . Want to have another Horror flick night? No Kernels will be harmed, I promise. -Demi
Sent from my Sprint Android.
...Keepin it real...
Naya's jaw dropped. SANILOVIN WAS DEMI? No, it had to be some sort of fabrication her mind was trying to play. There was no way... Unless...
Her hands started on the computer. Typing in fan fiction. She had to see what this Mystery authors Email address was. If it was Demi's...
Bringing up the site, she looked around the page trying to find a search bar. Its when a name caught her eye. There was no log in option. No, she was signed in.
Signed in as Sanilovin.
It was Demi, it had to be. The only other person that was in her Trailer in the last day was Demi. Her heart raced, her breath almost ceased. Yet, she was excited. It all made sense, the words in the story sounded real because they were written by her... Everything she wrote, she wanted. Demi Lovato had the hots for her , and now she knew.
This brought a smile to her lips.
Picking up her phone, she texted Demi back.
Sure Dem, Make sure you bring your Pj's incase you decide to spend the night again. See you at 7?
Naya pressed send, Almost seconds later ,she got a response.
7 It is! See you then Rivera! -Demi.
Naya smirked, Yes. Yes she would. Naya Rivera however, had no plans to watch a movie that night.
She would make her Fantasies come true.
...
The END!
Kidding, Ya'll would kill me. :D