Reality Swap

Chapter 4

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Heather was still lying back on Naya's bed, staring up at the brunette in shock. She was trying to process all of this information, and most of all figure out how the hell something like this could actually have happened. This couldn't be true, there was no way Santana Lopez had switched places with Naya. Santana was a character on TV, she wasn't a real person who could be here in front of her physically.

Heather couldn't help but also be a little impressed though, that this girl had found her spot so easily. Taylor even had to kiss her neck for a little while before coming across that certain spot that made her toes curl, and goosebumps form all over her body. Santana had instantly gone right to it, with absolutely no problem.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day?" Heather hears Santana's voice, making her shake her head willing herself away from all thoughts. She blinks her eyes a few times and trying to focus on the Latina she had been unknowingly staring at.

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out except a small squeak, and she quickly closes her mouth back, clearing her throat. "I-I don't know what to say." She finally says; eyes still wide. "This is….

"Confusing as hell." Santana finishes for her, earning a head nod out of Heather. "Think about how I must be feeling." She mumbles, sitting on the bed, crossing her legs over each other. "I have no idea, where I am or who anyone is." She says, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and frustration.

Heather inhales deeply, and sits up on the bed, studying the Latina. She carefully reaches over and grabs Santana's hand, lacing their fingers together. "I know you are scared….and confused," She starts, making the brunette look up at her. "I'm confused also, but I promise we will somehow figure this out." She says, nodding her head giving the girl a firm look. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Santana looks deep into Heather's blue eyes; searching them for reassurance. This wasn't her Brittany, but she did for some reason feel like she could trust her. Maybe it was because although she wasn't Brittany, a part of her was. "Okay." Santana answers simply, nodding her head also.

Before any other words could be spoken, Heather's phone starts ringing from the other side of the room. The blonde lets go of Santana's hand and gets up, picking her phone up off the dresser. "It's Taylor." She informs the girl before hitting answer, and putting the device to her ear. "Hey babe." She says as she makes her way out of the bedroom for some privacy.

Santana couldn't help but give an eye roll as she watched Heather retreat out of the bedroom to talk to her boyfriend. She hears the other girl giggle from behind the other side of the door, and has to stop herself from puking right there. This wasn't her Brittany, but she looked a lot like her, and she didn't like watching her act that way with some guy. It still made her sick to her stomach.

Santana takes her eyes away from the door, and looks around the room where she notices pictures everywhere. She walks around the room, studying them and notices almost every single picture was of her and Brittany or more so Naya and Heather.

She can't help the smile from forming on her lips as she looks at the numerous pictures. They looked extremely happy in all of them, and were touching each other some way in each as if they weren't touching the world would end. It reminded her of herself and Brittany.

Santana hears Heather's voice get louder as if she was approaching the door, making her turn her attention in that direction. She hears the blonde say I love you and of course Santana once again rolls her eyes; a scowl forming on her plump lips. She watches the blonde come back into the room, sliding her phone into her pocket.

Santana turns her attention back to the photographs and feels Heather walk up behind her. "What are you doing?" Heather asks, curiously.

"You and this Naya girl, you seem very close." Santana observes, not moving her attention from a photograph as she speaks to the blonde behind her. "You guys almost look like a couple." She adds, turning to finally look at the blonde who's eyes widened slightly at the statement.

Heather lets out a small laugh, and waves her hand in front of her face, "She's my best friend. Of course we are close, we love each other." She says with a shrug, trying to pass it off as if it were no big deal. Best friends act like that right? It isn't weird.

"The looks you guys are giving each other say way more than friendly love." Santana says with a smirk, raising one of her eyebrows at Heather, who's cheeks were becoming flushed. The blonde just simply waves her off, and turns around making her way back over to the bed, "I'm just saying, that look Naya is giving you; it's the same look I give Brittany. It's love." She says confidently, nodding her head for confirmation.

Heather looks at the Latina for a few moments, before letting out a laugh, once again waving her off. Although Heather couldn't help but think into the statement a little bit more. What if she was right? What if Naya did love her?

Heather quickly shakes her head dismissing the thought. That was crazy, there was no way that Naya was in love with her, and there was definitely no way that Heather was in love with Naya. They were best friends; a perfect two shot, and that was all.

"Okay, I have to get back to work." Heather says, standing up off the bed abruptly. She didn't want to be thinking about these things. Thinking about it would lead to revelations, and revelations could only lead to trouble.

"What am I supposed to do?" Santana asks, confused, looking up at the blonde.

Heather lets out a sigh, and looks at Santana before looking to the other side of the room at Naya's laptop that was sitting on her desk. Heather walks over and pulls it off the charger and walks over to the bed, patting the empty space next to her for Santana to sit down. "I am normally against this." The blonde starts, opening up the laptop, and turning it on.

"Against what?" Santana asks, completely confused, watching as Heather types in Naya's password. "You know her password?" She asks with a smirk, glancing up at the other girl, who just rolls her eyes.

"Again, she is my best friend." Heather clarifies, annoyed. The desktop appears on the screen and Heather opens up the internet where google was her homepage, "You are going to google Naya." She says, typing in the name Naya Rivera in the search bar. "Learn all you can, and I will be back to check on you later." She says, handing the Latina the computer.

Santana just simply nods her head as she opens up the first suggestion on google, and starts reading over the information, not acknowledging the blonde who was now walking out the door.

A couple of hours later, and many web pages later, Santana had moved to the living room, and was now sat on the couch reading all she could find on Naya Rivera. She had to admit to herself this girl was kind of badass, and although she was different than herself, she liked her.

She goes to the top of the suggestions page and switches the search to images, where she scrolls through countless images of Naya Rivera. It actually freaked her out slightly, looking at the pictures. It looked just like her, but she had no recollection of any of the photos, or where they were taken. Majority of them had the blonde that looked so much like her Brittany, and again they were posing for the camera much like couples would.

Bored of googling Naya for the past few hours Santana decides to google the blonde in the pictures known as Heather Morris. She reads some basic information on the girl and learns she was a dancer and actually toured with Beyonce. That impressed Santana greatly, and she couldn't help but feel Brittany could do the same once they get out of Lima. But first she had to get out of this…somehow.

The brunette reads over a few interviews until she comes across one that was particularly interesting. It was an interview on twitter to where Heather had stated she thought Brittany and Artie belonged together.

Santana felt her blood begin to boil as she read over the same sentence about 20 times, just making sure she wasn't reading it wrong. How the hell could anyone think Artie deserved to end up with Brittany? He had treated her like complete shit, and took total advantage of her. Not to mention treated her like she was a 5 year old, and a stupid one at that.

Not being able to look at the site anymore, Santana slams the laptop closed, and folds her arms over her chest letting out a huff. She knew this was just one girls opinion, and really she knew nothing about the situations, but it still pissed her off.

A few hours later Santana sat on the couch, flipping though television channels bored as hell, when finally she hears the front door open. She leans her head onto the back of the couch trying to see who was at the door although she knew it was more than likely Heather.

A few seconds later the blonde walks into the room with carry out bags in her hand. "Hey I got-" She starts, only to be interrupted by Santana's angry voice.

"What the hell is this!" She questions, turning the opened laptop on the coffee table to face the blonde.

Heather gives her a confused look, and sets the bags down on the counter before making her way into the living room. She sits next to Santana and pulls the laptop onto her lap, scanning over the opened webpage. "My twitter interview?" She asks, looking back over at Santana; confusion on obvious on her features. "You were supposed to google Naya, not me." She scolds.

"You think Brittany should end up with Artie?" She asks incredulously, ignoring the blondes last statement. She folds her arms over her chest angrily and gives Heather her best HBIC scowl.

"Yeah, I think they're good for each other." She says with a nod, before placing the laptop back onto the coffee table. She walks back into the kitchen, and Santana angrily follows her.

"How exactly are they good for each other?" Santana asks, eyeing the girl carefully, as she began taking boxes out of the plastic bags, completely not even phased by the angry Latina.

Heather lets out a sigh, and pinches the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb, "I've already had this argument with Naya." She says annoyed, not looking up at the fiery Latina.

"Good, at least someone knows what's up." Santana says firmly. "Seriously how could he possibly be good for her?" The Latina asks, moving closer to the blonde, leaning up against the counter, trying to get Heather to stop what she was doing, and actually answer her.

Letting out a more frustrated sigh, Heather stops her actions and looks over at Santana. "Look, it's complicated okay, but I like that she is a good dancer, and loves to dance, but Artie can't. Also Artie is smart, and she isn't so much. They compliment each other." She explains calmly, as Santana's anger just grows even more.

"He treated her like shit! She would always call me upset because he was ignoring her or something because of some stupid video game, that was obviously more important to him than her! And he is so insecure, he was always accusing her of cheating, just because she was talking to someone!" Santana yells, trying her best to get through to the clueless blonde. "And he called her stupid." She says lowly, anger boiling inside of her just remembering the incident.

"She is stupid." Heather says pointedly, before turning back to opening the boxes.

Santana looses it after hearing this, and the next thing Heather knows, she's pinned up against the wall roughly. "She is not dumb." Santana says lowly; her voice filled with venom as she stares at Heather coldly, her face only inches away from the blondes.

Heather's eyes widen slightly, and she pushes at the Latina, but Santana doesn't budge. It freaked the blonde out seeing Naya like this, and she had to try hard to remember that this wasn't Naya, it was Santana.

"Take it back." Santana demands, pressing Heather even harder against the wall.

Heather just puts her hands up, surrendering, "Okay I'm sorry, she isn't stupid." She says, her voice laced with fear. She knew Naya would never hurt her, but Santana she wasn't too sure about. If Naya were here, she'd be kicking Santana's ass right now, for lying a finger on her. "Just calm down." She adds, making Santana just glare at her, but let her go.

Heather stays up against the wall and watches as Santana storms out of the kitchen. "Shit…" The blonde mumbles, standing up, and straightening her clothes out.

She carefully walks into the living room where she sees Santana sitting on the couch with her legs pulled up to her chest, staring blankly at the wall behind the television.

Heather stands in the doorway, watching her carefully, trying to get a read on her emotions. Although this girl was tiny, and it looked like Heather could snap her in half, Heather knew better. This girl was feisty, and had hidden strength. She had witnessed that in the kitchen. Also size never mattered, it all depended on skill, and Heather couldn't fight to save her life. She was never one for violence.

"I'm sorry." She hears Santana whisper a couple minutes later; her voice breaking the silence.

Heather looks up at Santana who was still staring at the space on the wall, and gives the Latina a small smile, before moving closer to her, still keeping a small distance between them, "It's fine." She says, before slowly sitting down next to her on the couch, "I know you were upset. I'm sorry I disrespected your girlfriend." Heather says, looking down at her lap.

"Brittany isn't stupid, and you of all people should take up for her." Santana says, her voice still slightly angry. "You do "play" her or whatever. This whole thing is still confusing." She adds with a sigh.

Heather just nods her head in response, "I do, and the writers told me she was the dumb blonde of the group. She was just more of a background character then though." Heather explains, "But you have to admit some of the things she says or believes are pretty ridiculous."

Santana just shakes her mutely, moving her eyes down to the coffee table, "Her mind just works differently than most people's." She says softly, making Heather look over at her confused, "When you are a child you believe anything is possible, and you never think about consequences or what other people will think. You do what you want, because it will make you happy." She explains as a small smile forms on the Latina's lips. "Brittany still has that. She is definitely not a child, but she somehow got to hang on to that optimistic thinking that most people lose as you get older." She adds, as Heather slowly nods her head processing the explanation. "As you get older you start to get more pessimistic about things, and all most people can think of is other people, and what they will say or what they will think. We over analyze everything." She adds, looking over at Heather.

"I never looked at it that way I suppose." Heather says with a shrug.

"Most people don't. They just hear her say something a little out there and automatically judge her and label her as stupid." The brunette says, moving her eyes back down to the coffee table. "I sometimes wish my mind worked like hers." She says with a smile.

Heather studies the Latina for a few minutes as they sit in silence. She had never really thought that deeply into Brittany's character because honestly, she didn't find a point, she had always believed this was a fictional character and just read what she was told to read.

But she couldn't deny that what Santana had said about Brittany was beautiful, and very deep. She was right about Artie, and everyone else just thinking she was stupid, without giving it another thought. But Santana say deeper; she knew the blonde; she paid attention. And she knew she wasn't as stupid as people thought she was.

A few silent minutes later, Heather stands up off the couch, making Santana look up at her. "Are you hungry?" The blonde asks softly, looking down at the Latina who just nodded her head. Heather smiles and offers her hand on to the girl, and helps her off the couch before leading her into the kitchen. "I picked up some sushi. Naya is obsessed with the stuff so I thought maybe you were too." She says with a shrug, looking back at Santana, hopefully.

"I've actually never had it." Santana admits, looking into one of the boxes, grimacing at the sight of it. "Isn't it raw fish?" She asks; disgust lacing her voice.

Heather lets out a small laugh, and nods her head, "Yes, but it tastes really good. And the texture isn't like you would think." She says, pulling a piece out with some chopsticks, offering it out to the Latina.

Santana scrunches her nose up at the foreign object in her face, but leans in and slowly takes it in her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. She chews it slowly for a few seconds before opening her eyes, and spitting it out, "That shit is disgusting!" She shrieks, moving over to the sink, and spitting, multiple times.

Heather can't help but laugh at the girl as she watches her desperately try and get the taste out of her mouth. "I'm sorry, I guess I shouldn't assume you like what Naya likes." She says, before placing a piece in her own mouth. "But I definitely believe now that you are not my Naya." She says, as Santana pours herself a glass of water, downing it.

"Yeah, that's only what i've been trying to tell you for oh, how long now?" She asks with a glare, making Heather just smirk once again. "What else is there to eat?" Santana asks, as she starts going through the cabinets and refrigerator.

"There is plenty to eat, Naya is always cooking so she is stocked up." Heather says, as she continues eating the sushi, and watching the Latina rummage through the fridge.

Santana stands up and turns towards the blonde, raising an eyebrow, "Cook? She likes to cook? I don't cook." She says with a laugh. "She doesn't have any like hot pockets or something microwavable?" She asks, continuing her hunt through the fridge.

Heather just lets out another snort, shaking her head. "No, she doesn't, and yes she loves to cook." The blonde states, standing up from her chair. "I'll fix you something just go sit down and stay out of trouble." She says, pushing the girl towards the table.

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Almost half an hour later, Santana was back in the living room lazily lounging on the sofa, waiting for Heather to finish cooking, when she hears a knock on the door. "Heather!" She yells, glancing towards the kitchen, "Someone's at the door!" She shouts louder, receiving no answer from the blonde.

"It's your door!" She hears the blonde yell in respnsere from the kitchen, making her roll her eyes, and groan.

Santana rolls off the couch and stands up, "No it's not!" She shouts back, but walks to the door anyways, opening it up to reveal the same man who had been there when she woke up this morning. "Um hey." She says awkwardly, resisting the urge to punch him in the face. He seemed like a creeper to her, because he was in her house and she had no idea who he was, but he seemed to be friends with Naya, so she knew she shouldn't actually hit him, no matter how much she wanted to.

"Hey, how are you doing?" He asks, breezing past her, walking into her house, before she had a chance to even invite him in.

Santana just shuts the door and turns to him with an annoyed expression. "I'm feeling a little better." She mumbles, staying in her spot by the door. Even though he was close to Naya, that didn't mean she trusted him. "What are you doing here?" She asks, making him turn to look at her.

"I came to check on you." He says as if it was obvious. "You were being really strange this morning Nay." He says softly, walking closer to her, making Santana subconsciously take a step backwards, as he looks at her confused.

Santana gives him an uneasy smile, and averts her eyes to the kitchen where Heather was, "I appreciate that…" She trails off realizing she didn't know his name. She just clears her throat and looks back over at him, "But Heather is here, and I'm feeling a lot better." She says, trying to convince him she was okay, and he could go.

It wasn't just that she felt uncomfortable around him, because she didn't know him, but also he thought she was Naya. They still hadn't figured out what to do about the current situation, they had just on some level accepted it was true. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to act like Naya in this life, or try and convince everyone she was Santana. The latter of course would prove to be harder to do, considering she almost couldn't even convince Heather, and that was just one person.

Telly just nods his head in response, and offers her a small smile, "Where is Heather?" He asks, making Santana point to the kitchen. Telly makes his way into the kitchen and sees Heather bent down pulling some chicken out of the oven, before setting it down on the stove top. "Hey gorgeous." He greets, making her turn around and smile brightly at him.

"Hey what are you doing?" She asks, turning her attention away from the man, to turn the oven off and check on some vegetables she had cooking in a pot.

"Came to check on Naya." He says, with a shrug. His eyes then scrunch up in confusion as he realizes what she was doing, "Um, why are you cooking?" He asks curiously walking over to her side, leaning against the counter, looking into the pots she had going on the stove.

Heather glances over at him, before shrugging her shoulders, "I'm cooking for Sa-Naya." She says, quickly fixing her own mistake.

Telly raises an eyebrow at her, "Naya never lets anyone in her kitchen, not unless you are just helping, and she only trusts few people with that." He says with a smile; amusement and confusion lacing his voice.

Heather just glances nervously at him, before responding, "Yeah well she wasn't feeling well, so I convinced her to let me make her something." The blonde replies, turning the stove top off. "It wasn't easy, I'll admit." She adds with a forced laugh, before moving to the other side of the room to grab some plates, "Are you hungry?" She asks, turning back towards him.

Telly just nods, confusion still covering his face, trying to figure out what was going on. "Yeah, sure." He finally says quietly. He knew something was up with the girls, he just wasn't sure what yet.

Before he gets a chance to say anything more, Santana walks into the room, looking awkwardly between the two. "Heather, could I talk to you for a minute?" She asks, making Heather turn around and look at Santana who was giving her a hard glare.

"Um, sure." She says confused, before smiling at Telly, and following Santana out of the kitchen. "What's up?" She asks confused, wiping her hands on a dish towel she had brought from the kitchen.

"Did I hear you ask Telly to stay for dinner?" Santana whispers loudly, placing her hands on her hips, glaring at the blonde.

Heather gives her a confused look, and glances back at the kitchen, making sure Telly was still in there, before looking back to the Latina, "Yeah I did, I didn't know it was a problem. Telly is one of our best friends, he is always here." She says with a shrug.

Santana lets out a frustrated sigh, and rolls her eyes, backing away from Heather. "Okay I get that, but I don't know how to act around him! I don't know how to be Naya!" She exclaims, flailing her arms around, "He is going to know something is up, he probably already does." She says, before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"He probably does think something is up." Heather says with a nod, as Santana just folds her arms over her chest with a huff, "But it's not like he would ever guess what was actually wrong." She adds with a shrug, "Just be nice, and friendly, and you will be fine." She says placing a hand on Santana's shoulder.

Santana snorts and looks up at Heather, "Me? Nice? You obviously don't know me." She says with a smirk, making Heather give her a look, "Okay, I'll try." She says, putting her hands up in defense. "But nobody else!" She says firmly, giving the girl a stern look, pointing a finger in the blonde's face.

"Okay, nobody else." Heather agrees with a nod.

Before either girls could say anything else they hear a knock on the door causing them to break their gazes from one another and look at the door. Santana looks back over at Heather who was staring at the door, biting her lip, "Do not open that door." Santana commands in a firm tone.

"But-

"No!" Santana cuts her off, before she even had a chance to explain a good reason as to why they should answer the door. "You promised no more people!" She scolds, pointing a finger once again in the blonde's face. Another knock is heard from the door, and Heather lets out a whimper looking from the door to Santana's stern face.

"Is nobody going to answer that?" Telly's voice is heard, making them both look to see him walking out of the kitchen. He walks over to the door, and opens it, as Santana throws her head back and slaps her hand to her forehead.

Heather just smirks at the Latina before turning her attention to Kevin who had just walked in, "Hey guys whats up?" He asks, walking over to the two girls, "Bee, how you feeling?" He asks, putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug.

"I've been better." She mumbles into the hug. She looks back at Heather who was standing behind Kevin, and gives her a glare. Heather just gives her a stern look, telling her through her eyes to be nice. Santana clears her throat and pulls away from the boy, still feeling awkward with him around. She knew this wasn't Artie, but she couldn't help but feel anger when she saw his face. "Thanks for checking on me." She says, forcing a smile onto her face.

The Latina looks over to Heather who gives her an approving smile, and nod, making her smile also.

"No problem." Kevin says smiling at his best friend, "What smells so good?" He asks, looking between the three of them for an answer.

"Chicken, you want to stay for dinner?" Heather asks, and she can feel Santana's eyes boring holes into the side of her head.

"Do you even have to ask?" He says with a smirk, before following Telly into the kitchen.

Heather slowly turns towards Santana with an apologetic face, and Santana was giving her a scowl. "Santana, I'm sorry, but he-

Santana cuts the blonde off mid sentence by putting her hand up, effectively causing Heather to shut her mouth. Santana just shakes her head and glares at her before walking into the kitchen with the boys.

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