(Early- April, 2011)

Darkness. That's what those days seemed to bring our main brunette. A sense of darkness. She never really knew that was a real feeling, until she was forced to face it.

Three more days and the second week without barely any interaction takes place. Obviously, once Taylor moved in, they barely talked out of Glee. In fact, they wouldn't even talk much at Glee either. But this time, Heather wasn't the one who was being distant. It was actually Naya. Heather kept trying to get her alone because she noticed how shitty the actress felt and she needed to know if it had anything to do with her, but the other girl wouldn't let her. Whenever she'd get too close, she'd walk away or start talking to anyone else. She also tried to contact her out of Glee, but Taylor would never leave her alone for more than five minutes. It was getting on her nerves. He kept begging for sex, but for some reason, she didn't want any. I guess she knew she'd be thinking about Naya the whole time.

Lea and Dianna faced Heather, asking her directly if everything was alright between her and Naya. The last thing they knew was that they ended up as friends. Heather obviously said everything was fine, even if the pairing didn't believe her. She wondered why they didn't ask Naya directly, but then concluded that she was probably being distant with them, too. But tonight was the night she was going to get her alone and make her face the problem. And nothing was going to get in the way of that.

She finally got a chance after the fourth hour of shooting, when she spotted the brunette drinking some water in the parking lot. She immediately walked up to the distracted Naya, silently, so she wouldn't get caught.

But Naya was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to notice anything around her. She wanted to leave as soon as she could. She couldn't stand being in the same room as the blonde for too long. It was torture. It hurt her. It would hurt her to look at her. She was disgusted, thinking about how Taylor had probably kissed her right before she arrived to set. It made her stomach hurt, to know Taylor got to do whatever he wanted with the blonde. She could sometimes even smell his cologne on her and it made her sick. And then she remembered what Holly Holiday had said, how whenever you have sex with someone, you're having sex with everyone they've been with, and Naya would just want to scrub her body clean. She felt… disgusted of herself. She never even remembered telling the blonde she actually wanted to have sex with her… her body would just take her over her apartment and the rest was history. Her body wanted her so much but her mind couldn't even stand to look at her.

She was falling apart and she didn't know how to stop it.

"Naya?" She hears a familiar voice.

The smaller girl snapped back to reality. Ugh. "Yeah?"

"We have to shoot a group scene soon, remember?" Heather reminded her, worry evident in her voice.

"Oh." Naya shook her head. "Right. Sorry."

Heather looked at her sides, making sure no one was listening. "Are you okay?"

The distant girl threw her empty water bottle away. "I've told you a million times: I'm fine." She tried to walk past the blonde, but her voice stopped her.

"Nay, wait." Hemo delicately but quickly reached for Naya's hand. Physical contact. She hadn't felt any in almost two weeks. Her limp arm came back to life and her body, involuntarily, faced Heather again.

"What?" She asked, trying to seem uninterested, even if her heart was thumping against her rib cage. Again, involuntarily. She cursed herself for letting Heather have that effect on her.

The blonde nervously looked everywhere, making sure they were really alone. Night shots were always a bit more private. She carefully got closer to the brunette, both of their breaths hitching. They hadn't been that close for far too long. "I know something's wrong."

Damn those piercing, blue eyes. Naya tried to speak but her goose bumps were getting goose bumps, making it hard to form coherent words.

Heather took that as a silent confirmation. "I'm sorry…" She tried saying, but Naya didn't even flinch. "I miss you…" She tried again. That seemed to do something, since the girl in front of her licked her lips. Heather gulped anxiously and dared to grab her hand completely, since Naya had never pulled away. Naya gulped, too. "I really do…"

Naya tried to look away. Don't let her control you like this… She's lying… She doesn't miss you…

"Naya, look at me." Heather said, noticing how the smaller girl was going back to her shell. "You need to talk to me. Please."

The shy girl looked back at Hemo's concerned look. She didn't even notice she was crying until the blonde brought it up.

"Nay, no…" She wiped a tear away with her free hand. "Why are you crying…?"

She honestly didn't know WHY she was crying. Emotionally, she wasn't feeling much. But her body was awoken under the blonde's touch. So it was working on its own. "I don't know."

"I need to know what's wrong." Heather looked into Naya's eyes, searching for answers. "Are you sad because of me?"

Naya's eyebrows furrowed. That was an unexpected question. "What?"

"I asked if this is because of me. Because of us."

The brunette thought about it. Why was she upset? She thought about everything… about her love for Hemo, her hidden sexual orientation, how they'd fuck behind closed doors, how she felt so alone… etc. But she didn't really get why she was so sad. None of that seemed enough for her to actually BE miserable. But she still was, regardless. She never actually wondered about what was wrong, she just felt. Thinking was too hard. It was easier to feel. But now that Heather brought it up… What was actually wrong?

"Naya?" Heather pressed on. "Come back to me."

"Sorry." Naya shook her head again, thoughts forgotten.

Heather heard a noise from the other side of the lot, so she quickly pulled Naya into a shadow, where they couldn't be seen from a distance. She pressed her against the wall, not realizing how sexual the act was. Naya's eyes widen.

The blonde looked everywhere again, until it all seemed to appear normal, so she faced the wide eyed, trapped girl. Heather gulped and pushed herself away a bit. "Sorry."

Naya nodded, her fingers shaking lightly.

"Look, I'm just worried about you, okay? I've been trying to talk to you for a long time."

"I know."

"Then why can't you talk to me? I don't understand what I did wrong here, Taylor just showed up. I didn't mean to set you up."

Naya sighted. Of course she thought that was what was bothering her. "This isn't about you setting me up, Heather. I know he came out of nowhere."

"Then what's wrong?" The blonde started to get agitated.

Naya pressed the palm of her hands against her eyes. "I don't want to talk about this."

"Naya, we work together." Naya didn't have to look at Heather to know she was getting frustrated. "We can't keep ignoring each other. You have to face me."

"God, Hemo!" Naya slid her hands down her face. "Don't you get it? I don't want to talk to you!"

"Why?!"

"What do you mean why?!"

"What did I do?!"

"Oh my God." Naya mumbled. "You still don't get it."

"Get what?"

The brunette sighted. "You know how I feel about you. I know you do. You even told me yourself."

Heather looked away.

"This isn't easy for me. You keep expecting a certain behavior from my part, but you don't even ask me what I want." She explained as calmly as she could. At least a part of it.

"Well, what do you want?"

"I don't know what I want." Naya lied without hesitation. She couldn't handle any more rejection.

Heather scoffed. "That's exactly why I don't ask you!"

Naya stayed quiet.

"Let's just act professional, okay?" Heather suggested.

Naya sighted. "I just need some space." And she walked away, leaving the failed blonde behind.

She walked back to the set, the light blinding her. A few seconds later, she got used to the view and walked to the choir room, where they were all getting ready for their next scene.

"Naya! Good, I was just going to get you! Where's Heather?" Ryan asked.

"Outside." She answered rapidly.

"Someone get Heather! We're shooting in a few minutes!" The director yelled and an assistant ran out.

Naya took one of the empty seats left and crossed her legs.

"You look fierce." Mark, who was sitting right next to her, said.

"What?" Naya questioned.

"Well, you came in, glared at everyone, took a seat, and crossed your legs and arms." Naya glanced down and noticed how her arms were indeed, crossed. "That's pretty fierce."

"Sorry," She uncrossed her tangled body parts and smiled. "I just got a lot on my mind."

Mark nodded. "We're all worried about you, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"We've all noticed how distant you seem lately. You aren't even talking to Heather anymore." He nodded towards the blonde who took a seat next to Kevin. "Everyone wonders what happened, we are all too scared to ask, though."

Naya smiled softly. Maybe she wasn't so alone after all. "I'm okay."

"Is this some guy trouble?" He asked, oblivious.

And her smile was gone. "No."

"I know it's a heart problem. You seem really heartbroken."

"And what makes you say that?"

Mark shrugged. "I just know heartbreak when I see it."

Naya glanced at everyone. They were all too busy to hear their conversation. Except Heather, who kept looking her way. She tried to ignore it. "Since when are you the heartbreak know-it-all?"

Mark snickered. "I've been heartbroken once or twice. I know how it is."

Naya licked her lips.

"I'm right, aren't I?" He whispered the next part. "Someone broke your heart."

Naya faced him. "Maybe."

"That's a shame." He leaned out. "You're a good catch."

"Tell that person that."

"I will."

Silence.

"How does one get over it?" Naya spoke up again. "A heartbreak, I mean."

Mark thought for a few seconds before answering. "You get laid."

Naya laughed. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, you get laid with a person who treats you right. Someone who appreciates you. And you start feeling sexy again. You stop any communication you may have with them and suddenly they aren't as important. You may still love them, that takes a while to get over, but it doesn't hurt as much."

"Huh."

"Worked both times." He concluded.

"Where did you find someone who appreciates you? That's obviously not some stranger."

Mark looked at her, straight in the eyes. "They were right in front of me."

Naya's breath hitched.

Before she could answer, Ryan came in and said they were going to start shooting. She acted the best she could, trying hard to forget about Mark's suggestion. But for some reason she couldn't. Maybe he was right. Naya hadn't thought about anyone else in a romantic matter for some time now, she was too self-absorbed with the blonde. And Heather had obviously moved on, maybe it was time for her to do the same. Sure, Heather missed her, but she wasn't going to do anything about it. And Taylor wasn't going anywhere. She needed to let go.

And who better to do that with than with her ex Mark.

He knew it would just be a rebound thing, he wouldn't take it seriously. And he could straighten her out, make her forget about liking girls. Maybe this was her cure!

So that night, she went home with Mark by her side. And for a second, it was all alright.