This is only a short chapter, but I'm writing the next few today!
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WARNING: HEYA FIC NOT BRITTANA!
Summary: Naya reads HeMo's interview from Fitness magazine. A short fic about her reaction, and the aftermath of it.
Rating: T
Words: 2776
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Glee, let alone the wonderful cast. This isn't true, and it's just an idea (unfortunately).
And They Say Reading Is Good For You:
Chapter Seven:
The weeks go by painfully slowly. Naya does the same thing most days, ignoring most of the cast unless she has to talk to them, she records her songs alone (unless she has too) in the recording studio, she films on set reluctantly - but all in all she gets her job done.
It's given Naya some time to think, some time to reflect on everything in her life. And it's also given her time to observe relationships. She notices that Lea and Dianna have become really quite close, like freakishly close, she's learnt that Mark, whilst still being a lovely guy, is boning everything in sight - including the few extras that Ryan hired a week or so ago.
But one thing she's made sure not to observe is her best friend, well ex-best friend, or whatever they are. She's purposely avoiding her, making sure to do her scenes when she knows Heather isn't on set, or out with Taylor.
Despite not acting like she cares, in reality it's ripping Naya apart. Every day she follows the same cold-hearted bitch routine, but when she arrives back at her trailer, or apartment (which luckily Brad has given her some opportunities to go back to, to get some space) she for all intense and purposes, falls apart on her living room floor.
It's a Friday evening, and Naya's just arrived home after a long day at the recording studio. Apparently she's singing another goddamn love song to Brittany, which she knows is going to be incredibly tough to sing considering the situation.
She walks into her living room and throws her purse and keys on the coffee table, before sitting down and placing her legs on the table top. With a heavy sigh she rests the back of her head against the sofa and closes her eyes.
The dull ache in her heart still remains. Even though it's been weeks, it still hurts just as much as it did before. But Naya's gotten used to it, she's styled her life around it so she does't have time to focus on it. Well up until now anyway.
She's sitting on her sofa, wishing she could start new, go back to the day she met Heather and change everything so she wouldn't have to end up feeling as pathetic and broken as she does now.
She doesn't love you.
She loves him, she's marrying him. You read it yourself.
Jesus, all this because of one fucking magazine article.
And they say reading is good for you.
Naya scoffs at the irony and hangs her head forward, rolling it from side to side to relieve the crack that's begging to escape from her bones. After a few slow motions, a tingle runs down her spine and she opens her eyes once more, rubbing her knuckles against her tired, empty mocha orbs.
She reaches for the TV remote and clicks the standby button, bringing the screen to life and showing the film 'The Notebook'. She doesn't even remember the last time she switched on her TV in her own apartment, she should probably call the cable company and cancel her subscription, save a bit of money at least.
Instead, she grabs the blanket from behind her and settles underneath it, kicking off her shoes and allowing them to make a large thud as they hit the hardwood floor. After tucking her legs underneath her, she rests her hands in front of her, over the blanket and plays with her fingers.
"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day."
"Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out. "
She listens intently to Ryan Gosling's words, who is kinda hot but it doesn't give her the same thrill Rachel McAdams does. FUck. Shut up.
The film was such a fucking cliche, everyone knows they'd end up together in the end. But somehow it's still endearingly sweet and makes the Latina's heart swell, almost as if she's jealous that two people can find each other like they had, and fall in love and end up together despite all their difficulties.
"When I'm with Noah I feel like one person and when I'm with you I feel like someone totally different."
"Allie, it's normal not to forget your first love but I want you for myself. I don't want to convince my fiancée that she should be with me."
"You don't have to. I already know I should be with you."
She wonders to herself if this is what Heather is like, confused between the two. But instead of dwelling over what she hopes could have been, she clears her throat and stands up, heading towards the liquor cabinet. If she's going to watch the rest of the film, Jack Daniels is going to have to accompany her, along with a few of Mr Newports kids.
As she opens the liquor cabinet, biting her lips and craning her neck to spy over the several bottles in order to find the one she wants, she hears a knock on the door and she rolls her eyes.
"Of course." She says into the empty room, shutting the cabinet door and looking down at her appearance.
Light purple v neck t-shirt and a pair of jeans doesn't exactly scream celebrity, and she just hopes to God she looks rough enough not to look like herself. A quick glance in the mirror confirms the paled skin, dark, empty eyes and disheveled hair and she opens the door, not entirely suprised by the unexpected visitor.
"What do you want Di?" She asks, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms.
The blonde smiles and raises both eyebrows, looking over the Latina's shoulder into the empty apartment. "Can I come in?"
"Why?" Naya deadpans.
"Um, because you've been a complete bitch over the last couple of weeks and I decided to come see and forgive you because that's what best friends do."
The Latina narrows her eyes and feels the wash of guilt as it impacts her body. She has been a bitch, she knows she has, but in all fairness two of her best friends betrayed her, and that's not something she's going to take lightly.
"Fine." She answers, stepping to the side to allow the blonde to enter.
Dianna brushes past the brunette and makes her way into the the apartment, taking a seat on the edge of the sofa and staring at the Latina, still standing by the door. She drumbs her fingers lightly against the fabric as she holds herself up.
"Look Nay, you need to get your act together."
Naya shakes her head and rolls her eyes as she closes the door, heading through the other entrance to the kitchen and returning to the search in the liquor cabinet. She grabs the bottle, and the lighter beside it when she remembers she doesn't have any cigarettes.
"Here." Dianna says, chucking the Latina a pack and smiling as she leans against the doorframe.
Naya looks down at the packet on the counter beside her and smiles, "Thanks Di."
"Thought you'd need them."
The Latina opens the glass cabinet beside her, and grabs two glasses. "You want one?"
"Do you really have to ask?" The blonde replies, chuckling lightly.
Naya pours the amber liquid into the two glasses and hands one to Dianna.
"Naya..."
"Please don't Agron. I really don't wanna talk about her, or anything to do with here. Especially that night." The Latina says sadly, dipping her head and swirling the glass to watch the liquid slosh against the sides.
The dull ache increases as images of the other blonde make themself present in her mind. And she can feel her lower lip quiver as if she's about to start crying, but she inhales deeply and looks back up to meet bright hazel eyes.
"Can we just talk about something else?"
Dianna narrows her eyes and crooks her head to the side. "You can't hide from her forever Rivera. But if that's what you want, then it's fine, we'll talk about something else."
"Thanks." Naya replies, gesturing to the living room. "C'mon then."
A few hours later, both of the women are doubled over in laughter at something Cory had done whilst filming.
"...And I'm not even kidding, he full on face planted the ground, and then tried to act normal."
Naya's inhaling and exhaling heavily, allowing the laughter tears to stream down her face and she wipes them away with the back of her hand. "Oh God.."
"It was so funny. Like cry my eyes out funny." Dianna adds.
The laughter dies down until they're both trying to catch their breath, and Naya runs her fingertip around the edge of the glass until a quiet whistling forms. The Latina studies the blonde infront of her, and suddenly notices the happiness brightening behind the hazel eyes.
"So what's up with you? Anything interesting happen lately?" She asks, crooking her head to the side.
She swears a little red flush forms on her cheeks but when Dianna looks up, there's nothing there. "Nah, not really."
Naya detects the lie and nudges her in the shoulder lightly. "Di! Come on, what's the goss?"
The blonde tries to conceal the smile by biting her bottom lip and dipping her head. "Nothing really. Just found out the person I like broke up with their partner."
"I didn't know you liked someone! Who is it? Oooh tell me." She says excitedly, bouncing on the sofa lightly.
The blonde shys away from the touch and grins, "I'm not gonna say just yet. Don't wanna get my hopes up."
Naya nods and accepts the fact the blonde isn't going to tell her. She knows Dianna well enough to know when she's going to give in or not, and due to her emotions and actions - she's figured she isn't going to tell.
"Well, fair enough. Good luck anyway Di, get in there." Naya says grinning, adding a wink in for effect.
"Shut up Rivera."
Naya wakes up the next morning with a lighter pressure on her chest, and she's incredibly greatful that Dianna had come to see her because it made her feel a hell of a lot better. She changes her routine, and decides to arrive on set with a smile - which causes some curious expressions to form on some of the cast members faces.
She says a quick hello to Chris and Jenna who are standing by the snack table, munching on bagels and laughing, and then gives a quick nod in response to Brad who mouths to her you okay?
She takes a seat in her designated chair, and suddenly she feels like some kind of movie producer as she reads through her script. After chuckling to herself, Lea approaches her with raised eyebrows.
"Naya?"
The Latina looks up and smiles at the smaller brunette, "Hey Lee."
"Uh, hi." Lea replies, grabbing Kevin's chair and sitting in it. "You're in a good mood?"
Naya smiles and nods slowly, "So?"
"Just strange considering how you've been acting these last couple of weeks."
The Latina feels guilt hit her again and she shuffles in her seat, dropping the script onto her lap before clasping her hands over it. "Yeah, about that, I'm sorry. Been a bit of a dark patch."
"Yeah, kinda guessed that one Nay." Lea responds, adding a giggle onto the end.
Naya crooks her head to the side when she notices the dark bags below the usually shiny brown eyes and furrows her eyebrows. "Are you alright?"
Lea swallows and clenches her jaw, looking like she's about to cry and Naya reaches out, taking the womans hands in her own. "Lea?"
"Yeah?"
"What's wrong? You're sad?" Naya comments, staring deeply into the sad brown orbs of one of her best friends.
"I'm fine, honestly."
The Latina raises both eyebrows and tilts her head forward in a disbelieving expression, "Really Nay? I'm the Queen of lying and you my friend, are in my territory."
Lea opens and closes her mouth, alternating between biting the left and then right side of her lip as she tries to form the words inside her head. Naya can see the internal battle she's having, and instead of demanding to know what's going on, she wraps her arms around the short brunettes frame and hugs her tight.
"You don't have to say, but I'm here if you wanna talk." She pulls away, holding Lea's shoulders and dipping her head down to lock gaze with watery brown eyes. "Okay?"
Lea nods and smiles, trying to look as sincere as possible but the Latina can see the sadness behind her eyes.
"Right, c'mon now, Berry and Lopez have got a scene to shoot." Naya adds smiling. The shorter brunette stands along with Naya and they both make their way over onto the centre of set where most of the cast are huddled.
It's Naya's first instinct to search for the blonde dancer, but due to her few weeks of severe training, she's managed train herself not to follow it. So instead she stands next to Dianna, hands clutched together in front of her and her mind focused on Brad, Ryan and Ian standing in front of them.
"Right, guys." Ryan starts, stepping out of the little triangle the three producers had created. "We have someone new joining the cast today."
Naya furrows her eyebrows, and her faces contorts into a confused expression. She turns to look at Dianna who's showing the same emotions and they silently question each other. The Latina does a once over and every single cast member is looking exactly the same.
"Um, but they haven't been scripted Ryan?" Lea adds, stepping in front of the members.
"Yeah, are they replacing someone or something?" Cory asks, looking around the crowd.
Brad steps forward and immediately locks gaze with Naya who's watching everyones moves intently. She can feel an itch in the back of her neck and the preparation her stomach is doing in order to drop.
"Here she is." Ian smiles, and gestures with his hand towards the set entrance where a tall, skinny woman walks in.
She has bluey/green eyes, bleach blonde hair and a pretty huge rack. She had the face of someone who probably wears way too much make-up, and there's something off about her face which makes her slightly unnattractive. If Naya didn't know any different, she'd say this woman belonged in the Playboy mansion or in the Red Light District.
Ian steps forward and the blonde approaches him with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. "This is Karen Johnson. Karen, meet your cast members."
The blonde waves frantically and bouncing excitedly on her spot, "Hey guys! Can't wait to work with you!"
Naya examines the girl and can't help but notice she's the very unnattractive version of Heather, and her stomach drops immediately. Her faces plains out and she realises just what's going on.
"Wait, hold up," Amber starts, holding her hand up in a very 'Mercedes' way, "Who is this chick and what the hell is going on?"
"She'll be replacing Heather and playing Brittany." Brad says firmly, flickering his gaze between Ian who's grinning and Naya who's suddenly turned incredibly pale.
The whole cast turns and stares at Naya with an incredulous look.
"What!" Lea half-yells.
"What the fuck!" Mark joins in, stepping towards the Latina.
"Seriously! What!" Kevin says.
Naya shakes her head, trying to will the intensive ache pounding at her body. Sharp shooting pains are eminating from every fibre in her body and her mouth drops open. "Did she say why?"
Ryan shrugs, "She just said she wanted a new start."
"Then why the hell didn't she tell anyone!" Harry yells, raising his fists in the air.
Naya examines all the cast, watching their faces turn from sadness to anger at the sudden departure of their bouncy dancing blonde.
"I knew." A voice calls, Naya watches Harry turn and stare at the person beside the Latina.
"What?" Naya asks, turning her whole body so she's facing her blonde best friend.
"I knew." Dianna repeats. "I knew she was leaving."
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