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Disclaimer: I don't know Naya or Heather in real life, and it's just what goes on inside my crazy HeYa mind ;) oh and I don't own any part of Glee, if I did…that Brittana story line would be much better than it is now. Oh, nor do I own the song by Rihanna

California Wishing

Part 4

…maybe I've been California dreaming…

Naya rested her head against the cool tile of the bathroom floor, hoping that if she squeezed her eyes closed tight enough, the spinning sensation would stop. She was going to make sure Lea and Dianna paid for making her drink way too much tonight. Sure she could have stopped them, but who says no to free alcohol. Truth was, she hoped she could just pass out and not wake up again until after the tour was over. It was no secret how Heather acted once she was on tour. Knowing that Heather had decided not to leave him was going to make this years tour that much harder. There was only one thing she could do, and that was to get over one Heather Morris.

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Heather drove as quickly as the law allowed to Naya's house, feeling like the normally short drive was exceptionally longer than usual. Tears of relief flowed freely from her swollen blue eyes and down her flushed cheeks as she replayed what had just happened with Taylor in her mind. For the first time in a long time there was no guilt hiding in the back of her mind as she was on her way to Naya's instead of being with Taylor. As soon as she got to Naya's she jumped out of her car and let herself into the house. She followed various articles of Naya's clothing up the stairs, through her bedroom and into her large bathroom. She couldn't help but smile at how cute Naya looked curled up on the bathroom floor, half undressed but her smile quickly turned into a frown and a wave of concern passed through her as Naya let out a soft moan. "Nay?"

"Heather?" Naya asked without opening her eyes. She could just tell that Heather was there, she knew her that well.

Heather knelt down beside Naya, moving her dark hair out of the drunk girls eyes, while softly caressing her cheek. "Are you ok?"

Naya groaned again in response. She tried to sit up to talk to Heather, but the spinning came back in full force, and she laid down again. She was too embarrassed to look Heather directly in the eyes, not to mention the fact that as soon as she slightly opened her eyes, she saw two Heathers hovering over her.

"Why did you let yourself drink so much?"

"Blame Lea and Di," Naya slurred together.

"You're a big girl Naya, you know how to control yourself. I don't buy you blaming those guys. It's my fault, isn't it?" she added quietly.

Naya made another attempt to sit up straight, slowly opening her eyes. She could never blame Heather for anything, let alone her own actions at the bar with Lea and Dianna. "It's not your-" was all she was able to get out before emptying the entire contents of her stomach into the toilet.

Heather held Naya's hair back and gently rubbed her back, while she continued to be sick. This was not the time to talk to Naya about leaving Taylor, her good news would have to wait until the morning. "Think you're ok to go to bed now?"

Naya wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she sat back against Heather. Now that her stomach was just about empty of all the alcohol she had foolishly consumed, she was beginning to feel a little better. "I think so. How did you know I was sick?"

"You left me a message."

"Oh God, I did? I'm so sorry Heather, I never meant to ruin your last night with Taylor. I didn't say anything too bad, did I?"

"No, no." Heather reassured her. "It was pretty much you babbling in your cute drunk voice, but I knew I needed to get here to come help you. Taylor, well, he understood. Ready to try to stand?" Heather gripped Naya tightly around her waist, helping her into a standing position. "Just walk slowly ok, and lean all your weight on me."

Naya gladly let herself be supported by Heather, resting her head on the taller girl's shoulder, clinging to her as they slowly walked towards her king sized bed. She breathed in the familiar scent of Heather's perfume, feeling that familiar flutter in her stomach whenever she was around Heather. This was definitely not helping her move on at all.

Heather gently sat Naya down on the bed, then helped her swing her legs over the edge. "Are you going to be ok while I get you water and aspirin?"

"Yes. Don't feel like you have to stay, go home to Taylor, I'll be fine."

Heather had to bite her lip not to just spill everything to Naya, but she needed to be sober for this conversation, now just wasn't the right time. "You're not fine, and I'm not leaving you in this state, end of story." Heather walked back into the bathroom to get some water and the aspirin. "I hope next time you think about your actions before drinking this much," she said, placing the glass of water on the night table. She gently sat beside Naya, trying not to move the bed too much. "Here, take this."

"I'm never drinking again," Naya mumbled as she took the pills from Heather.

"I've heard that before," Heather said with a smirk. "Now lay your head right here on me, and get to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

Despite the little voice in her head telling her it was a bad idea, Naya snuggled into Heather, laying her head on her chest, using the gentle rise and fall to lull her to sleep.

Heather smiled down at Naya, thinking this was how she wanted to spend every night from now on, she just hoped that Naya still felt the same way.

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Naya groaned and pulled a pillow over her head as the sun came in the large window, rudely awaking her from her sound sleep. She felt around for Heather, feeling the bed empty, and thought she had imagined the whole thing in her drunken stupor. Removing her head from beneath the pillow and slowly sitting up, the aroma of someone cooking downstairs told her it wasn't a dream. Throwing a large t shirt on, she slowly made her way downstairs, happy that she wasn't hung over, and she knew she had Heather to thank for that. She paused at the entry of her kitchen, watching Heather expertly flip pancakes, while humming along to the radio. A smile crept on her face, she just couldn't help but smile when she was around her. Everything she did was cute, and perfect, and she had no idea how she was going to get over her feelings for the beautiful blonde.

Heather spotted Naya out of the corner of her eye as she was placing the pancakes on the table. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. "How are you feeling?"

"Surprisingly well, thanks to you. I'm really lucky to have you as a friend," Naya said carefully.

"Best friend," Heather said, still smiling.

"Best friend," Naya repeated, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach as the realization that it was all they would ever be sank in. "What are you making?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Chocolate chip pancakes. Sit, eat."

"What do I owe this honor?" Naya joked as she sat at her place at the table.

"I want to talk to you, actually."

Naya looked up at Heather when the cheerfulness in her voice suddenly turned serious. "I actually wanted to talk to you too."

"Ok, well, I want to explain more about what happened in that meeting with Ryan. I didn't suggest cutting the kiss, but I didn't fight for it either."

Naya held up her hand, signaling Heather to stop talking for a minute. "I may have over reacted in the meeting. It's just that we fought so hard for that story line to be taken seriously, but you don't have to explain yourself to me. I've actually been thinking a lot about everything," Naya paused. "About us. It wasn't fair for me to ask you to choose between me and Taylor. I need to respect that you are in a relationship, and I need to be the supportive best friend. You're much too important to me to lose you. If it will make you happier or easier on you, I'll suggest a new love interest for Santana to Ryan."

Heather didn't say anything for a minute, letting Naya's words sink in. "I don't want Santana to be with anyone else but Brittany. Could you imagine what the Brittana fans would do if that happened?"

"There'd be another riot," Naya said, laughing.

"On the other hand, it is kinda weird living our lives out on the show. I don't know what to do. Anyway, I have something to tell you, Nay."

Naya saw uncertainty flash through Heather's piercing blue eyes. "Is everything ok? Did I do something I don't remember last night?"

"No, you were fine. It's me, it's what I did last night." Heather took a deep breath before continuing. "I left Taylor last night."

Naya couldn't believe what she was hearing and couldn't help but choke on a piece of her pancake she had just put in her mouth, and dropped her fork to the table. "You did what?"

"Watching you leave Ryan's office in tears tore me apart. I couldn't help but feel like I was losing you as you left and it killed me. It is way past time that I stop running away from what scares me, and admit that I love you, more than just a best friend. We've always had a spark from the first day, and I chose to try to ignore it and stay with Taylor. I didn't want to hurt him, I didn't want to hurt my mom, but in the mean time, I was hurting you. You're the last person in the world I would ever want to hurt. I wanted to make everyone else happy without really thinking about what would make me happy. That's you, Naya, you make me happy."

Naya had always hoped for this day, but now that it was happening, she had mixed emotions. On one hand she wanted to jump for joy and grab Heather and never let her go, but on the other hand, she was so scared that if she fully gave her heart to Heather, she may run back to Taylor, and Naya didn't think she could handle that.

"Say something, please," Heather pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. "I thought you'd be a little happier."

"Don't cry, please. I am happy, I'm shocked, but happy. I guess I never really thought you would actually leave him."

"A long distance relationship is hard. We are both changing, and while I do love him and care for him, I'm not in love with him anymore. I thought it was better that I did it before the tour than after. Now we can have fun and be ourselves and not worry about anything."

Naya knew she should be happy, excited, jumping up and hugging Heather, but something in the back of her mind made her refrain from those actions. "I think we should take it slow, you know? I don't want to jump into a relationship and have it not work out, or lose you. I love you Heather, I've loved you for a very long time, I don't want to mess this up."

Heather smiled, that was better than nothing. "Ok, we'll take it slow. You're worth the wait," she added with a laugh.

Naya relaxed and laughed along with Heather, "Oh you're good for my ego. By the way, these pancakes are amazing. You must make them for me everyday."

"I can do that for you. Oh, can you help me? Woman's Health magazine wants me to give them some tweets, and they are going to tweet them live during the season finale. You know how I hate twitter and really doing that kind of stuff, what should I write?"

"Of course I'll help you. You know, maybe we should play up the Bartie thing a little, keep everyone guessing, and no one will really suspect anything about us, you know?"

"So you want the fans to kill me?"

"No, of course not! I'm just saying, we're talking about us possibly entering into a relationship, and it's no ones business who I'm with and I'd like to keep what we have special and out of the lime light. If you talk about how you actually like Bartie, that may throw people for a loop and keep us out of the gossip circle for a while."

"Ok, Nay, I trust you." Heather reached across the table, taking Naya's hand in hers, rubbing her thumb soothingly over Naya's smooth skin. "I'm really glad we talked."

Naya leaned across the table, tightening the her grip on Heather's hands, and softly placed a kiss on Heather's lips. "I'm glad we did too."

…California wishing on these on these stars for your heart…