Hey guys!

Thank you so very much for all the reviews on my last chapter! I love reading what you all think of it, and I'm always pleased to see the mixed, but always positive comments.

I saw that some of you thought the end of the last chapter was slightly confusing - I totally second that. It was kind of confusing to write it actually, and it took me a while. I hope I made it as clear as I possibly could though. Maybe it didn't quite make sense, but it wasn't really supposed to. ;)

For the people asking if HeYa is gonna be together, my answer is: I'm a huge HeYa fan, and the reason I'm writing RPFics, is because I want them to be together! - I hope that answers your question.

Last, but certainly not least: It's past 12PM here right now (The Netherlands), which means it's Thursday, January 12th, which is... Naya Rivera's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAYA!

Enjoy!

Impossible Heartache

Chapter 10

Naya fumbled with her hands as Mark walked her to her door. He looked down at the ground and had his hands in his pockets, sometimes looking sideways at Naya. Now and then Naya glanced back at him, and saw a smile creep onto his face.

When they reached the door, they both paused. This was the moment where they would kiss goodnight after their date. Naya glanced up at Mark, who still had his hands in his pockets, looking down to the ground. He looked nervous, which made Naya smile.

She knew she liked him, but she wasn't sure how to act around him now that she suspected that Heather liked him too. She loved Heather, and she didn't want to hurt her feelings by being with Mark when that broke part of Heather's heart. She knew how that felt; part of her heart broke everytime she saw Taylor and Heather together.

On the other hand she thought Heather was being unfair. Now that Naya had finally found love, well someone who loved her, she wasn't gonna let Heather mess it up. Part of her wanted to be with Mark because she knew he liked her, and because she knew Heather was jealous. Maybe Heather needed some of her own medicine. But then again, Heather didn't know Naya was in love with her, so she couldn't know that Naya seeing Taylor and Heather together hurt her. Still, Heather had Taylor, and it was unfair of her to suddenly go after Mark. Why did she have to make this even harder? This was just so damn confusing.

Mark sighed deeply and finally looked up to Naya, who was looking back at him, sunken in her thoughts. Naya shifted her eyes between Mark's eyes, and finally something in her mind clicked. She liked him. She could do whatever she wanted. Heather had Taylor, she didn't have anything to do with this. She couldn't feel guilty for liking Mark just because Heather did, too.

Mark leaned down slowly, moving slower and slower every inch he got closer to her face. He tilted his head slightly to the right, keeping their noses from touching. He stopped when his lips were only inches away from Naya's, waiting for her to respond to him and give into the kiss.

Her mind spun with thoughts of Heather. Her head felt slightly dizzy from all of the feelings she was feeling at this moment. She tried hard to push the feelings out, and only keeping the ones involving Mark in, but regardless she couldn't help but feel... wrong. She felt bad for letting Mark think that she was into him just as much as he was into her. This thing started just to get Heather off her mind, but it hadn't helped.

The fact was, her heart ached more than ever now that she knew Heather liked both Mark and Taylor. It made Naya so jealous. Naya wasn't in love with Mark, she knew that. She wasn't jealous because Heather wanted Mark while it was Naya's boyfriend now, but because she wanted him, and not her.

Love is so unfair. This situation wasn't fair. But Mark liked her, and she liked him. Maybe it wasn't in the way that she was supposed to, but she could at least try. She would do anything to take her mind off of Heather. She could try to make the best out of this situation. As far as that was possible.

She leaned closer to Mark, finally closing the gap between their lips. As soon as her lips touched Mark's, she could feel his lips crash firmly onto Naya's. He finally removed his hands from his pockets and placed one on Naya's cheek, and the other on her waist, pulling her closer. Naya kissed him back, but it didn't make her feel special. She didn't see fireworks or whatever, she just felt Mark's lips on hers and his breath on her face.

This wasn't the first time she had kissed Mark; she had kissed him back when they had just started Glee. Puck and Santana were supposed to be a couple, and they had a kissing scene in the hallway. This kiss felt exactly like that one had felt like. It didn't feel real. It felt acted. Naya pulled away from the kiss, leaving Mark staring down at her with a smile on his face. She had a guilty feeling in her stomach as she looked up at him and gave him a smile back.

"Goodnight," he said with a soft, caring voice, caressing her cheek with his hand, before dropping it. She smiled back at him, but it felt slightly forced. She didn't want to hurt Mark, but she knew that kissing him hadn't felt right or special. She couldn't make herself like him in that way, but she also couldn't lead him on.

"G'night," she answered, before he turned around towards his car and she turned towards the door, walking into her house. She sighed deeply as she leaned against the door, rocking her head back and forth, bumping her head softly against the door. She wanted to shake all these feelings away. All those feelings just made her head burst. Love is impossible.

She decided to go straight to bed to free herself from her thoughts, and hopefully not dreaming about Heather. She took a quick shower before putting on a tanktop and boyshorts to sleep in. She crawled under the covers and hid her face under them, snuggling herself into a ball, hugging her knees. She felt herself slipping into a deep sleep, but she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift to Heather as she fell asleep.
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"Holy shit, Cory!" Naya screamed as he nearly dropped her to the ground. Cory made an uncomfortable sound before putting Naya back on the ground and stumbling back, letting his long arms hang alongside his body, his tongue slightly hanging out of his mouth while he was breathing heavily, clearly showing that he was exhausted.

They were currently filming The Sue Sylvester Bowl Shuffle: AKA Thriller. They were practicing the choreography for the mash-up Thriller & Heads Will Roll, and Naya was dancing with Cory, who definitely wasn't the greatest dancer of the cast. He was supposed to lift her up a few times throughout the dance, and eventhough Naya was one of the lightest members of the cast, he was still failing miserably. Naya's hips were sore from all the times that Cory and her had practised the lift now, and his arms seemed to grow weaker by the minute.

Naya looked around looking at the rest of the cast, who were doing a lot better than them. Heather, ofcourse, was dancing perfectly. Naya's gaze was caught on her flawless body. She made dancing seem so easy. She was mesmirized by Heather's movements before she was shaken out of her thoughts by Zach Woodlee, their choreographer.

"Naya and Cory take five," Naya sighed. She didn't want to stay behind on the dance. She didn't want to be the one messing up when they were actually shooting the scene. "Cory, can I talk to you for a second?" Cory eyed Naya nervously, who bit her lip in response. He turned to Zach nervously, as she walked to the side to sit down on a chair and drink some water.

"Hey Naya!" she heard a familiar voice next to her. She turned around to see Taylor walking towards her.
"Taylor!" she said with fake-excitement. She couldn't help herself; she just didn't like the guy for different reasons. "What're you doing here?" she smiled.

"Just thought I'd surprise my girlfriend," he winked at Naya, who tried her best to keep the smile on her face.
"How long have you been here?" she asked, wondering if he had been watching Heather for long.

"A while," he simply answered, "You know you're a really good dancer, Naya." he smiled at her, making chills run down Naya's spine. She quickly turned her head away to hide her grimace.
"Uhm, thanks." she finally saidc, "I was kind of messing up, though." she honestly told him.

He firmly shook his head, "No, Cory was the one messing up. You were great, really." Naya frowned. This was weird.
"Heather is way better obviously," Naya said, hoping to change the subject. She didn't really want to talk to Heather about Taylor, but she couldn't think of anything better.

Taylor nodded thoughtfully, turning his head towards Heather who hadn't noticed him yet and was dancing excitedly. Then his eyes trailed off to Naya again, who was also looking at Heather.
"Mark is really lucky to have you." he said, smiling down at her.

Naya's body tensed. What did he think he was doing? She slowly looked up to him only to see him smirking down at her and winking at her again. Was he seriously flirting with her right now? Was he flirting with her, while his girlfriend, the sweetest girl on earth, was less than twenty feet away from them? She felt rage building up in her body as she clenched her jaws and turned away from Taylor again.

"I mean, ofcourse I have Heather, but..." he said, still with that smile on her face. Naya turned to him, disgusted by his words. How could he say these things when he was with Heather? He was such an ass!
"But what, Taylor?" she said her voice full of anger, dissapointment and disgust. She wasn't gonna let him do this to Heather, eventhough she had never thought Taylor fully deserved Heather, he had been good to her most of the time. She just couldn't believe what he was doing right now. She didn't want him to break Heather's heart again.

He simply smirked down at her, clearly not realizing that Naya felt like punching his face off right now. That disgusting smile of his only made it worse. She closed her eyes, breathing angrily through her nostrils before turning around and walked out of the building. She couldn't stand being with him any longer right now. She couldn't believe him. She had to tell Heather. She couldn't let this guy just flirt with other girls behind Heather's back. But how could she tell her? Maybe she wouldn't even believe her. She would break Heather's heart.