"Heather," The brunette began, "I don't know, but I think I may be..." Naya ran to the toilet because she felt as though her bladder may actually burst. When she returned the blonde was just standing in the middle of the dance studio with her back to the temporary choreographer; Ben.
When Naya was back in the room, Ben couldn't handle the tension. "Look, you girls seem to know what you're doing for now, so...I'm going to grab a latte and I'll be back in like 15." He said as he awkwardly grabbed his things from the ground. As soon as Ben was out of the room, Naya burst into tears for the second time that day. This time it was Naya who reached for the blonde, she needed someone's arms around her.
"Have you taken a test?" Heather asked once Naya had settled down a little bit.
"Not yet. How can I? I can't go to the on set doctor, because she's legally required to tell Ryan, I can't go to a normal doctor because then all sorts of rumours will be started and I can't just walk into a chemist and be all like 'Yeah, I'd like three clear blue pregnancy test.' Can I?" The blonde didn't know how to react. "Sorry Heath, I didn't mean to be rude, it's just I'm very stressed, you know?" Naya had completely calmed down now and Ben had returned to the room. All of a sudden Heather was struck by a brilliant idea. "Ben! Can you please do us a favour? You're so super gay and this would probably be a weird request if you weren't – but, could you please go and buy 3 pregnancy tests for us? We'll tell Ryan you had a family emergency and you'll be back in an hour tops." Ben was aback at the question, but went along with it anyway.
"Sure! Oh- make sure you drink heaps and don't pee till I get back!" Ben called out as he left the room again. He seemed genuinely excited now.
"Heather, can you please stay with me and please, don't tell anybody. I couldn't deal with-" Naya was cut off by the soft touch of Heather's lips brushing against hers. Naya didn't understand, but she did know she enjoyed the feeling. She couldn't figure out why Heather was kissing her, or why it felt different to when and Santana and Brittany kissed. Every time they had to screen a kiss Naya felt something, but it was nothing compared to what she felt now. It sent electric shocks the whole way through her body, butterflies in her stomach, an aching in her heart. Part of her wanted it to stop. Brittana wasn't real; it hadn't been for a long time anyway. There was one night, back when Naya and Heather had only just learnt that they were going to playing intimate roles opposite each other. They'd experimented together, you know, just in case they had to do anything on screen. The girls both wanted to be reassured that they'd both be comfortable in that situation. Naya was now lying with her back pressed hard against the wooden floor of the dance studio. Heather began slowing down, they'd been making out for quite some time now and she didn't want to get ahead of herself. The kiss in the first place had been a big risk; she wasn't sure if Naya would return the kiss, let alone make out with her for five minutes. Heather continued to slow down until the girls lips had completely parted, leaving both the girls lying next to each other, wondering what had just happened. For the first time all day, Naya didn't fell like crying. She did however, feel like she was going to be sick. She sat up right, hoping the feeling would pass, but after a few seconds she fled to the bathroom clutching one had to her stomach and the other to her mouth.