Thank you all for sticking around during my abnormally long writing hiatus! Not gonna rant about how sorry I am, but, I'm super sorry for how long it's been!

Anyways, enjoy the chapter! Trigger warning! Violence and blood. Shit's about to get real.

Forgetting Heather Morris
Chapter 10
I'd Have to Say, Yes

Run. Don't look back. Don't look at all the doors on either side of this never ending fucking mess of a hallway. Just run until whatever is chasing you can't reach you. Keep going. Don't stop.

Her heart was pounding in her ears and she was trying to run faster but it felt like her legs were filled with concrete and her arms couldn't pump fast enough. She could feel the breath of whatever was chasing her grazing the back of her neck, but she couldn't look back. Looking back meant completely acknowledging its presence and she didn't want to do that.

She wanted to keep running until she found the right door to turn into and get away from the monster. Instead, the hallway kept on going; single light bulbs hanging from strings above her buzzing as she sprinted past them. It was weird, but she knew that each door she passed wasn't the 'right' door and that she had to find the right one fast or she would be too late.

Just as she rounded another corner of the never ending maze of hallways, she saw it. She doesn't know why and she doesn't know how she knows it's the right door, she just knows. And with a renewed energy, she sprinted as fast as she could, trying her hardest to break away from the monster and get her feet to move faster.

She was close now.

10 paces at the most.

But the monster was close too.

And right when she reached for the knob to swing open the door that would lead to her safety, she felt the warm breath of the beast next to her ear and a hand grip her wrist,

"You're wrong." It growled mercilessly as the grip tightened. "You made a mistake."

"Heather, wake up." Naya whispered into her ear and shook her a little; trying to be gentle but firm all at the same time.

When Heather finally came back to reality, she realized she must have fallen asleep in the middle of the movie. The grip she felt around her wrist was still there, and when she looked down she noticed Naya shaking her arm, trying to wake her from the dream. The breath was still on her ear, but the voice had changed; evolved into that soft whisper that only her best friend had.

She rolled a little and realized she had her head in Naya's lap; something that had been happening a lot during their movie and take out nights. Usually it would be the other way around, Naya's head in Heather's lap, but the brunette knew who needed to take comfort in a head rub more, and her lap was always open to her blonde counterpart.

"You ok?" the soft voice whispered, Naya's body hunched over so her lips were grazing Hemo's hair with only the slightest amount of pressure.

"Yea." Heather responded immediately, still a little breathless from the weird and crazy dream she had just been pulled away from. "Just a bad dream."

Naya gently started brushing Heather's hair back out of her face and ran her fingers through the blonde locks hoping to calm the girls' breathing. "Want to talk about it?" Naya asked.

In all honestly, Heather didn't know what to say. She could remember bits and pieces, like the running and the doors down the long hallway, but she couldn't remember who was chasing her. She remembered the words that were spoken to her before she woke up, and even now, in this warm embrace, she couldn't stop the shiver that ran down her back at the thought of what the monster had said: 'You're wrong… you made a mistake.'

What in the hell does that mean? She thought as she shook her head to clear her thoughts and also to tell Naya that there wasn't anything to talk about. She could tell her; she knows she could. She could just explain the stupid scary dream and move on with their night, but something about it bugged her.

Something about the way she was frantically searching for the 'right' door and the 'right' knob to turn. And how the voice behind her told her that she had been wrong when she found the 'right' door and that she was making a mistake.

She had been having these types of dreams a lot lately. Dreams where something or someone was telling her that she was a bad person, bad actress, bad dancer, friend, singer, lover etc etc and it was starting to freak her out a little. She knew about doubt, she had experienced a lot of that over the last couple weeks since her break up with Taylor, but it was like her subconscious was trying to torture her a little more before she could move on.

"Did you hear me?" Naya's voice floated back into Heather's ear and she knew she had gotten lost in her mind for a second and missed a question. Naya must have noticed her confusion because she asked again.

"Do you want to just call it a night?" Heather noticed she seemed a little hesitant to suggest it, but lately Naya had seemed that way; hesitant. Hesitant to hug her when they saw each other after a little time apart, to not initiate any type of physical contact until she was sure Heather wouldn't pull away… just, hesitant.

Heather knew it was because of her and her break up; she knew Naya didn't want to push any boundaries between the two of them, but since it wasn't something they had ever discussed, it just made things more confusing. They were so used to being able to just be; they never had to think about this kind of stuff before and now they were tip toeing around it instead of just dealing with it.

"I don't want you do leave…" It was out before she could swallow the words, but Heather didn't regret saying them. They hadn't spent a single night together since Heather returned from Arizona and right now she just wanted Naya to stay with her. She wanted to just hold on to her while she slept and wake up the next morning knowing she was right there.

"Are you sure Hemo?" Naya asked, "I don't want to rush anything, especially you. You don't have to feel obligated-"

"Don't ever use the word obligated when it comes to me and you." Heather said quickly, cutting across whatever ridiculous thing Naya was about to say. Heather flipped over until she was looking up at Naya from her lap, watching how the brunette's eyebrows knit together in thought over staying and obligations and everything else. "I want you to stay… and I will never feel obligated to do anything if it involves you, ok?"

Naya just nodded her head slightly, still in awe at how amazing this girl in front of her can be.

And half the time she doesn't even realize it! Naya thought as she ran her hands through Hemo's hair again, a small smile on both of their faces. It was something she needed to hear and she knew I was something Heather needed to say. Just having that little bit of reassurance made her whole body feel lighter.

But she was also grateful that Heather wasn't lying on her chest right now, because, even though they had slept with each other and stayed at each other's houses before, this felt different. And the pounding of her heart and the flock of butterflies in her stomach were sure to give her nervousness away.

"You wanna know what this reminds me of?" Heather spoke softly into the living room, the main menu on the DVD they were watching providing the only light for them.

"What's that?" Naya whispered, head falling forward off the back of the couch to look down at the girl in her lap.

"That day in Mexico when we hung out in your suite." Heather's face cracked into a small smile at the memory of that afternoon.

"You mean the day you woke me up from a nap, pushed your way into my room, and then seduced me with your wicked ways?" Naya's face held a smirk that caused Heather's cheeks to turn a deep shade of scarlet.

"Seduced you." Heather snorted, rolling off the couch and standing up. "I don't think it takes much to make your knees go weak for me Ms. Rivera." She winked, openly flirting with Naya for the first time in weeks. Before Naya could say anything, Heather lunged forward, smacked the top of Naya's thighs, and took off running toward the stairs.

Naya knew it was a clear invite to chase her and in the moment, she was only happy to do so. This was them. This was how they used to be; so fun and carefree, something they hadn't experienced with each other in a long time, and Naya felt a weight leave her chest completely as she heaved herself up off the couch and took off toward her best friend, screaming half-hearted threats as she went.

By the time it was all over, both girls lay face first on Heather's bed room floor; laughing and trying to catch their breath from running around the entire apartment more times than they could count.

"We need to do shit like this more often." Naya said, rolling over to face the ceiling and laughing lightly at how out of breath she still was. She could see Heather roll onto her side out of her peripheral vision and Naya rolled over to face her.

The blonde had a huge smile on her face.

"Why are you smiling like that?" she couldn't help but ask because it was the first time she'd seen that particular smile in a long time, and it was contagious, her own smile forming just slightly on her lips.

"I don't know," Heather responded, and she couldn't help but tack on a little more when she saw Naya purse her lips. "Maybe it's because I'm just really happy right now." She smiled coyly at the brunette next to her and scooted closer, continuing to explain herself.

"And maybe because you make me really happy. And because I can finally do this without feeling even slightly guilty about it."

And as she spoke those last words, she rolled quickly to hover over Naya, her body laying half way on top of her best friend, her lips only a hairsbreadth away from the plump ones below her. They made a moment's worth of eye contact, both asking permission with their eyes to continue where they both knew, and wanted this to go, and without any hint of hesitation, their lips crashed together in a heated exchange of passion.

Neither knew how long they stayed on the floor, lips and mouths retracing old paths along jaws, necks, and tops of collarbones. Hands re-learning every dip and contour of each other's bodies, like the memory of their muscles just needed a simple reminder and then they remembered every spot that would cause the other to squirm.

Their clothes had yet to come off, but it wasn't about that in this moment. Right now, it was just about rediscovering each other, slowly, at a simple pace, so they could enjoy each other's presence again.

Two weeks later

Things were finally getting back on track for the two young women who had shared their fair amount of heartache with one another. Their relationship had finally 'left the gate' and they were beginning to get back to their normal, everyday, completely head over heels in love with each other ways.

They hadn't had 'the talk' yet, but neither felt like they should push it. They just wanted things to fall into place at its own pace, and like they always said, fate had laid a hand, so for now, they'd let fate deal with the specifics.

On the Glee set, everyone knew that they were building toward a solid relationship. They had moved back into their trailer together, much to the pleasure of Dianna who was grateful to have her space back and to the dismay of Ryan who knew the 'no sex in the trailers' rule was about to go out the window.

But what Ryan didn't know was that that rule had yet to be broken between the two girls. It was an unspoken one between them, but both had seemed to decide to really slow down and start new; which meant that they had yet to sleep together, even though Heather had been single for over a month.

Not that they didn't want to; God did they want to! Both girls had been chomping at the bit to just feel one another again, but some things are just meant to be waited for. And for the first time in either's girl's life, they knew they had to get their ducks in a row, sort of speak, before anything else could happen.

One of those ducks involved Heather revealing the true nature of her and Naya's relationship to her family, most specifically, her mother. That was one hurdle she had yet to travel over and one that was going to be difficult to traverse, but she hoped that her mom loved her enough to see past everything and see how much she loved Naya and how much Naya loved her.

"Don't hurt yourself Hemo." Cory said as he entered the choir room set and plopped down in a seat next to her, his Finn Hudson flannel shirt fluttering against her thighs that were revealed from her short Cheerios skirt. "You look like your eyes are gonna pop out of your head…. Beef jerky?" he produced a large strip of jerky and waved it in Heather's face, which she would have accepted if she hadn't been distracted by a certain brunette coming onto set in her equally short Cheerios skirt.

"Yea, you're not even listening anymore." Cory said through a laugh as he spotted Naya walking toward them. He jumped up and headed toward his own chair in the middle front of the room; his mark for the next scene, leaving Naya's seat open for her to sit down.

"Hey you." Naya said as she sat on Santana's mark for the shoot.

"Oh helllooooo." Heather drew out, obviously eyeing Naya up and down, causing the brunette to blush furiously even under the heavy make-up that seemed to be covering her neck.

"Tracy in wardrobe told me to tell you that you gotta quit sucking on my neck so hard. They barely got these hickeys covered." She said as she pointed to her neck, explaining why she was caked with foundation, making her skin look a little darker than normal.

A regular person would blush and maybe even squeak out an apology for leaving rows of hickeys up and down someone's chest, neck and collarbone, but not Heather. Her face held a triumphant grin and she even fist pumped the air a couple times before both girls burst out laughing, oblivious to their audience as they discussed the state of Naya's ravaged neck.

"Get a room!" they heard from two rows down, a very 'Rachel Berry' tone to Lea's voice as she too took her place on set. They both looked toward the sound and couldn't hold back their smiles when they realized that there wasn't a single serious face in the room; all of their co-workers, their friends, held smiles. All of them ecstatic that these two had finally figured their shit out and was on their way to actually making each other disgustingly happy.

"Longest. Day. Ever." Dianna said quietly as they trudged back toward the lot that held their trailers.

"Right? Why did me and you have to stay so damn late to keep doing those takes?" Naya asked, even though she knew the answer. Her and Di kept busting out laughing when shooting a scene and they couldn't get the take right to save their lives. So bitching about it wasn't much use, but Naya really just wanted to be with a certain blonde right now, and that was enough to make her irritable even on the best of days.

"Alright, well you two have a good night, I'm gonna head home! See ya tomorrow for drinks or something?" Dianna asked, referring to their normal Saturday evening routine.

"Yea, definitely. We don't have plans, so I'll text ya later on!" They both parted ways, both with smiles on their faces for different reasons. Di because she was excited to go home and Naya because of the amount of 'we's' and 'you two's' that have been in a lot of conversations recently regarding herself and Heather. They were becoming that infamous 'two shot' again and she loved every minute of it.

This thought added a spring to her step as she made her way toward her and Heather's trailer; knowing a kiss hello and a walk across the lot holding hands toward their cars was waiting for her.

Oh the little things. She thinks as she reaches the steps and extends her hand toward the door. Right before she reaches it, she pauses, noticing the noise that was now erupting from her trailer.

"I was supposed to move to L.A. with you! And you just fucking ended it! All of it! And I want to know WHY!" The male voice boomed from inside, startling her and keeping her from opening the door. The voice made Naya's stomach crawl and her blood boil at the same time. She was frozen in place, dumbfounded, as she stared at her trailer door as the voices inside swelled to epic proportions.

"Because I don't love you like that anymore Taylor!" Heather's voice seemed to jar Naya from her internal rage but she still couldn't move, "I told you all of this." Heather's voice was softer now, pleading with the boy who obviously showed up uninvited, trying to make him understand her decision.

Naya wanted to burst in and tell him to leave, but she was more interested in letting Heather settle this business without her. She wasn't above ease dropping though, so she sat down on the step of the trailer and continued to listen.

"How can you just not love me anymore?" He asked, "How is that possible? I know the distance was tough, but I could come here Heather. I could come here and we wouldn't have to be apart."

"No Taylor, it wouldn't work-"

"It could work though!" He said, cutting her off and keeping her from telling him everything he didn't want to hear. "We could make it work. Just give me a chance."

Naya couldn't help but feel bad for the boy, but then again, he had his chance, several of them as a matter of fact, and she couldn't help but feel a little smug that she was one of the reasons Heather was telling him it couldn't work between them anymore.

"Tay… " Heather sounded tired, like she just wanted this to be over with. "It just won't work. It can't work. I don't love you anymore-"

"Who is he?" Taylor asks, and the fact that he cut Heather off again was causing the blood to boil a little stronger through Naya's veins.

"Does it really matter?" She responded.

"WHO IS HE?" He roared, causing Naya to jump to her feet. She almost had her hand on the door when a sound from inside the trailer caused her to stop for a split second. The sound of glass shattering sprung her back into action and she had the door wrenched open and was inside in moments.

The scene before her made her once boiling blood run cold.

A vase of flowers that Naya had gotten Heather looked like it had been smashed against the far wall, closest to where Heather stood. Upon looking closer, Naya could see Heather clutching her forearm, blood seeping through her fingers where the vase had obviously hit her.

She made eye contact with Heather for a split second, assuring herself that she was ok for the moment, and immediately turned toward the man in the trailer.

"You son of a bitch!" Naya lunged at Taylor, nails raking down his face, then drawing back her fist and punching him as hard as she could. There was a satisfying crunch, but in the moment she wasn't sure if it was his nose or her hand that was broken. She was hoping it was his nose; it'd be the second time she'd maybe broken it and this time, she wouldn't feel even slightly bad about it.

Taylor had stumbled back and fell onto the couch, more surprised than anything by the sudden appearance of Naya in the trailer. Blood was trickling down his nose and he kept swearing under his breath, his normally calm façade returning after realizing how bad the situation had gone for him. This was not in his plan; his plan was to win Heather back, and after his outburst, he was almost certain he'd lost that chance.

Heather stood stock still, not daring to look down at her arm as she breathed in and out through her mouth, hoping not to catch the scent of the blood pooling out of her arm. She hated that smell and she knew if she looked down, she would probably faint, and that wouldn't help her situation at all at that moment.

She looked up to see Naya standing over Taylor, almost daring him to try and stand up. Heather didn't want that right now. Naya might think she's tough shit, and yea she hit him really hard, but if it came down to something physical, Taylor could do way more damage.

"Naya." She said slowly, immediately earning two sets of eyes on her, "I need you."

At those words, Naya was at her side in an instant, completely forgetting about the boy behind her and focusing her full attention on Heather.

"Don't take the pressure off." Naya said quickly, glancing around for something to wrap Heather's arm with. She felt something brush against her arm and looked over to see Taylor holding out his button down shirt; she didn't want to take it, her pride wasn't going to allow it, but one look at Heather's paling face made her swallow that pride and take it.

She started to wrap the shirt as tightly as possible, hoping there wasn't any glass in the cut that would only make the bleeding worse.

"Heather I'm so sorr-"

"You shut the fuck up Taylor. You don't get to say anything anymore!" Naya spit out as she tried to keep Heather on her feet, "This is your fault!"

"Nay, let's just go, I'm going to need stitches." Heather said, trying to diffuse the situation and get the hell out of there before either of them could say anything else. She was already feeling light headed from all the blood; she didn't need any other reason to feel sick to her stomach.

Naya grabbed both of Heather's biceps, giving them a slight squeeze to get her to look up. When blue eyes met brown, the spinning in Heather's head seemed to slow down to a stop. She gave a half smile and nodded her head, indicating she was ready to leave. Naya leaned in quickly, placing a chaste kiss on her best friend's forehead and began leading her out of the trailer.

A small crowd had formed outside of the trailer consisting of Dianna, Lea, and Mark, all of whom had heard the commotion from the trailer and came to check on things. As Heather and Naya emerged with Taylor on their heels, everything seemed to happen at once. Di and Lea rushed to the group, taking Naya's keys and running across the lot to the parking area to get her Range Rover so Heather wouldn't have to walk so far.

Mark pulled out all the stops and simply stepped in between Heather and Taylor, effectively stopping the younger man from going any further.

"I don't want any problems, I just need to talk to her." Taylor said, pleading with his voice and eyes to try and get Heather to look at him.

"She doesn't need your help bro." Mark said sternly, crossing his arms across his chest, his Mohawk making him look even more intimidating than he already was. Taylor knew he wouldn't win that fight so he stepped back, watching closely as Naya continued rubbing her hands up and down Heather's arms trying to calm her.

He watched as Heather would stop looking at the ground for a moment to stare up at Naya's face from her position on the neighboring trailer steps they sat her on. He watched as a small, reassuring smile would pop up on Naya's lips and how Heather would reciprocate the look. He saw how Naya was hovering, almost like she was protecting some she loved very much. Someone much more than a friend… more like a lover.

He might be a bit insensitive and oblivious to some things, but he wasn't blind. He took a deep breath, trying to process this information as he thought of a way to ask the question that was now burning in his mind. He tried to step around Mark but failed, being blocked by the older man who sidestepped with him, effectively cutting off his view of Heather and Naya.

Naya wasn't paying any attention to the drama around her, the only thing she was focused on was Heather and wondering what in the hell was taking Di so long with her car. Finally she looked up and noticed her own Range Rover coming toward them and she gently pulled Heather to her feet, steadying her against her body as she walked toward her car.

Di and Lea jumped out and helped load Heather into the passenger seat. She kept telling them to chill out and that she wasn't dying, but neither girl listened as Lea buckled the seat belt for her and Dianna checked the make-shift bandage before shutting the door. Naya had to go back into the trailer to grab her and Heather's purses, which was a whim decision because she didn't know if Heather knew her medical information and they would need that at the hospital, before walking back toward her car.

Right before she got to her door she heard footsteps coming toward her; they weren't moving fast, just with a purpose. She turned to see Mark and Taylor walking toward her, Mark ready to reach out and grab the other guy at a moment's notice. She let out of a sigh and turned back toward her car, not wanting to hear what he had to say.

"Do you love her?"

The words stopped her in her tracks. She didn't want to turn and face him; a part of her was actually a little scared to do so. She wasn't sure what she would find in his face; repulsion? Anger? She didn't want to find out, but as she opened her door and put one foot into her truck, she turned around and to say one last thing to the boy before driving away.

"Yes."

The ride to the hospital was a little intense. Heather was freaking out about possibly getting blood on Naya's seats while Naya was freaking out about how pale Heather was getting.

"Fuck the seats Heather!" Naya said as she wove in and out of traffic.

"It would look like you tried to kill someone." Heather said as she stared over at her driver, "I can't have you going to jail because people thought you killed someone."

Naya snorted out a laugh, realizing that only Heather would be concerned about jail time while she bled to death in the passenger seat. Ok, Naya knew she was being over dramatic and knew that Heather wasn't going to bleed to death, but still, that t-shirt was soaked with blood and Heather was looking a little pasty.

"You feeling ok?" Naya asked, leaning over to touch Hemo's forehead, checking for any sign of illness due to the injury.

"Yes mom." Heather mumbled, then suddenly sitting upright in her seat as she said the words. "Shit. My mom's gonna find out about this!"

The look of terror on her face made Naya feel so many emotions at once. First, she was worried that Heather was going to have a freaking heart attack at the thought of her mother finding out about her injuries. Second was the feeling of her heart dropping to her stomach. She understood why Heather would freak out now, because once her mom found out about the injury, she would ask what happened. Heather, who couldn't lie to her mom even if she wanted to, would tell her about Taylor, the fight, the vase, and then would have to explain the break up. Then she'd have to tell her how Naya was taking care of her and that there was no need to freak out.

"Heather, it's ok." Naya said, some functionality returning to her body as she pulled into the Emergency Room parking lot. She put the Rover in park and turned to see Heather looking at her as if she had three heads or something. "Seriously sweetheart, she doesn't have to know anything. Just tell her about the break up, Tay freaking out, and that's it. You don't have to bring me up at all."

The words hurt her to say and she had to look away before Hemo could notice, but she didn't want to rush Heather into something she wasn't ready for, and if she had to wait, she'd wait. She already told Heather that whenever she was ready, she had her back, and until that time came, she'd play the best friend role better than anyone in the world.

"Ok." Heather breathed out; the look on Naya's face still etched into her brain when the brunette said she didn't have to tell her mom. She wasn't stupid. She knew that that was exactly what Naya wanted, but luckily for her, she had the most amazing best friend in the world, one that wouldn't push her.

"Let's get you inside." Naya said lightly, opening her door and coming around to help Heather out.

Eight stitches and a couple of lies later, Heather and Naya were leaving the hospital and heading back toward Naya's house. They, well Heather, had decided to tell the doctor that she had fell into a table with the vase on it, causing it to crash to the floor and for her to land on top of it. Naya thought it sounded like a loud of bullshit, but the doctor seemed to buy it.

"Alright my little Loratabbed-out friend, it's time for you to go to bed." Naya said as she gently led a pain killer poppin' Heather into her house. The doctor told Heather to only take one of the pain pills, but she took two for good measure, knowing that she'd be ok and knowing that it would help her sleep through the night.

"I'm s'not a pill popper Nay Nay oh playmate.."

Great, now she's mixing up children's songs. Naya thought as she half dragged Heather into her room to put her to bed. She wanted to make her shower, but decided against it when she noticed that Heather could barely stand up on her own. Instead set her on her bed while she found her some clothes to wear and some make up remover to clean up her face.

"Arms up." Naya said as she came back over to the bed and reached for the bottom hem of Hemo's shirt. She heard Heather hiss out in pain when the shirt ran over her arm; even with the extra padding from the sterile wrap covering the stitches, she still felt the slight rub of the cotton shirt.

"No shirt Nay." Heather mumbled, clearly not wanting anything rubbing against her arm when she slept.

Naya smiled a little at the glazed over look in Heather's eyes and swiped a few stray hairs from the blonde's face as she nodded her head, agreeing that that would probably be easier anyways.

"Head back a little though baby, I've got to get this make up off your face." And Heather did what she was told; leaning her head back, a goofy smile on her face as Naya began removing the day's worth of 'Brittany' make-up.

"What are you smiling at?" Naya laughed out, Hemo's smile never wavering as Naya ran the remover pad under her eyes.

"You called me baby." Heather said, her eyes looking more focused now than they did a few minutes ago. "You haven't called me baby in a long time."

Naya couldn't help but smile a little, a blush running up her face to the tips of her ears.

"Yea well," Naya said coyly, "you're my baby, right?"

She asked, trying hard to act completely immersed in the face cleaning process and not on the pounding of her heart against her ribs. A lot hung on this simple question; it would answer all the unspoken things they haven't said to each other yet.

Are they together now? Are they allowed to tell people? Are they going to go public or keep this a private thing?

Ok, so not all of those would be answered, but the most important one, the one that Naya wondered most about, was going to be answered.

Were her and Heather officially together.

And with a few simple words, Heather finally put all of Naya's thoughts at ease.

"I'd have to say, yes."

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