"What's going on?" Ryan asked, trying to stay calm.
"Um well. I had to take some pregnancy tests and I was too nervous to wee so Heather suggested that maybe Santana and Brittany should take the test, not, so we got into character and I took the tests and then, we were very... In character."
Then Naya realized the tests would be ready now. She stood up and rushed to the sink where she'd left them, putting her underwear on as she walked.
"So you're telling me that you thought you might be pregnant but you were nervous and that lead you to having sex with your co-star on the bathroom floor? Is that right, Naya?"
"Actually, I had sex with her." Heather said, trying to clarify for Ryan. Naya just stood there, staring at the sticks on the sink. Tears were rolling down her face and she was shaking.
"Nay. Babe. What do they say?" Heather asked, blocking Ryan out for a bit.
"13 weeks. They all say 13 weeks." Not she was really crying. She couldn't be pregnant!
"Oh, babe. I'm so sorry. Come here." She held her arms out for the brunette who fell into them and continued to cry.
"Ryan, I'm so sorry." She chocked in between sobs. Ryan was sitting on the floor near the two girls now.
"It's alright. Why don't you two... get cleaned up and dressed and then come over to the auditorium. I was coming to tell you there's a cast meeting in 10 minutes." Poor Ryan really wasn't prepared for this. He seemed a little shaken up.
"We'll be there," Heather started before taking a deep breath, "Just please don't tell anyone."
"Sure." He retorted with his back towards the two girls.
"Well, it serves him right for coming into a girls bathroom..." Heather said as Naya ran to the nearest toilet to throw up in. The girls sat in silence for a few minutes before redressing themselves and fixing their hair.
"Did I seriously just orgasm in front of Ryan Murphy? Creator of the show that made me famous? Just minutes before finding out I'm pregnant?" Naya questioned in disbelief.
"Do you want me to answer that?" Heather asked innocently.
Naya ignored the question, partly because she didn't want to hear that it had actually happened and partly because she just wanted crawl into a hole and sit there for the rest of her life.
"You ready to go? You know he'll wait until everyone's there." Naya said, trying to focus on what the meeting might be about and not the small person inside of her.
As the two walked into the auditorium all eyes turned to them and some people began to whisper. Naya's eyes were darting around to find who was whispering, but the noise ceased before she could find the culprit.
"Sorry everyone. We got ah- caught up in the-" Heather cleared her throat, "Choreography."
"Take a seat, girls. We want to get started at some point today." Gosh, he can be such a jerk sometimes.
"Okay. Look, Ryan. I know you're embarrassed or pissed or whatever, but if you ever talk to me or my girl like that, you will force me to kick your ass. Do you understand?" Shit! Naya couldn't believe she'd actually just said that. My girl? What the fuck was I thinking? She thought Ryan might fire her on the spot, or tell everyone about what in the bathroom. She wasn't sure which would be worse. Naya began to apologize as Heather took her to their seats. "Ryan, I'm sorry. I-" Ryan cut her off.
"Looks like someone's channelling their inner Santana today. Okay, moving forward. The reason I've gathered you all here is to just catch up with you all. It's been a while since we all talked and I just wanted to know where you're all at." Now it was Ryan's turn to clear his throat, "Who has something they'd like to say?" No one really knew what to say, what was Ryan on about? Cory's hand slowly rose to the air.
"What do you want to know, Ryan? I think we're all a little confused." Ryan started pacing the stage.
"Well, I'd just like to know how you're all holding up. These past few weeks have been hard for some of you and I've been pushing you guys to be better and that's a hard road. Trust me, I know. So, I'd just like to know how you're all going." Everyone was taken aback by how Ryan was acing, but Diana spoke up.
"Well, I'm not gonna lie. It's been pretty easy for me. I mean with Quinn graduated and off at Yale, I'm just a guest star now and it's been pretty good."
"Okay, listen, you pretty little blonde. I will kick your ass too! We work so hard and really push ourselves to be better and work harder and you with your blonde hair, your freaking innocent smile, your bleached white teeth and your beautiful sundresses, have the courage to come in here and tell us how easy this all is now you're a guest star? I'm only a guest star these days too and I'm still struggling. Heather and I have spent countless hours rehearsing our dance today, more than usual. I'm exhausted, totally run down and oh yeah. I forget, I'm also 13 weeks pregnant! So I'd really appreciate if you could not shove your wonderful time down my throat. I don't give a flying fuck!" Naya ran out of the auditorium before anyone could pick their jaws up off the ground. Heather was the first to go after the brunette though, followed by Diana.