#11-Dianna and Naya

Naya opened up the door to reveal a very broken Dianna. Poor Dianna had clearly been crying for hours, her face was puffy and weak. She was dressed in track pants and some old Harvard tee, her hair roughly tied up instead of cascading around her delicate face like normal. She had clearly been through the wars, so to speak, but Naya still thought she was beautiful; broken yes, but beautiful all the same. No words were spoken, Dianna simply walked into Naya's embrace, and Naya held her as the sobs took control of Dianna's body.

A few days had gone by and Dianna had loved staying at Naya's house. Naya rented with a few other non-Glee friends and it felt good to be surrounded by people, even if she wasn't really up to interacting with them much. Dianna was emotionally exhausted, and as a result found herself taking naps often as well as a lot of time to herself. She woke from a nap, disoriented by her surroundings once again, before recognising Naya's living room. She snuggled further into the blanket she was wrapped in, another kindness Naya must have paid to her when she had fallen into her slumber. One eye open she listened to the conversations happening in the next room over.

"I'm just saying she wouldn't be calling you this often if she wasn't trying to make a move on you Naya! We were at the club not even a week ago and she's called you what, ten times? That girl is seriously persistent!"

"Oh puh-lease sister! I hardly gave her a reason to think I was interested. It was one dance, and I wasn't exactly selective. You know how I get when I drink."

"Well that's true. You'd even hit on me if you'd had a few drinks!"

"OK that's going a bit far! My standards are a bit higher than you sister friend," Naya joked as Dianna heard her roommate slap a tea towel at her.

Dianna knew she shouldn't eavesdrop but it was hard not to, especially when she was so intrigued by her cast mate's open sexuality. There wasn't much left to hear though cause Naya came in cradling a cup of tea that she rested in front of Dianna, who had gone back to pretend slumber.

Naya only smiled at the sight of such a calm Dianna. She felt sorry for her, whatever caused her to show up here the mess she was must have been bad, especially if she couldn't bring herself to speak of it. She lifted Di's head from the pillow and instead scooted in so that Dianna's head was resting in her lap. In an effort to comfort the girl Naya ran her fingers through her blonde locks, caressing her scalp with her long fingernails. Dianna was savouring the glorious feeling wondering how something so simple could feel so damn good. She knew she had to 'wake up' but she hoped the tenderness wouldn't end when she did.

"Mmm…" Di said, alerting Naya to the fact she was conscious once again.

"Morning sleeping beauty. You doing okay?" Naya asked, still raking her fingers through the girl's hair.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you, really, for everything. I can't believe after just a few weeks of knowing me you'd let me show up unannounced and crash here. You're a real angel Nay."

Naya couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm hardly an angel, trust me on that. Any of my idiotic roommates could tell you that. But I do care about you. Are you ready to talk about what had you so upset?"

Dianna removed her head from Naya's lap, sitting up so she could face the Latina.

"Can we not? It's not that I don't trust you; I just don't want to ruin our time together. I'm really enjoying being here with you."

"Of course Di. Whenever you're ready. What do you want to talk about instead?"

Di seemed to be contemplating for longer than necessary. She was to-ing and fro-ing on whether to bring this up. Looking into Naya's gorgeous chocolate brown eyes she knew the girl wouldn't be upset for her inquiry.

"How come you don't call me sister?" Naya looked taken aback so Dianna continued, "I've heard you use it with some of the other cast mates and your roommates and it's really affectionate and cute. But you only ever call me Dianna or Di, which is cool, but I guess I'm just wondering if there's some reason you don't feel comfortable with considering me that close a friend. Gosh that sounds so dumb," she said hiding her head in her hands.

Naya blindly shook her head at the adorable sight in front of her. She lifted up Di's head and held it so that Di was forced to look into her eyes and hopefully then believe the words she was about to say.

"Gorgeous girl, its not that I don't consider you a close enough friend."

"Well, w-what is it then? I'd like to fix it."

Naya was hesitant. She didn't want Dianna to push this conversation to the point of no return. She knew that Dianna would push her away, she'd freak out if she knew the truth. Honestly, Naya felt stupid enough feeling the things she did, let alone having to voice them out loud. Dianna persisted though, pouting her bottom lip and insisting that nothing Naya said would offend her. Naya sighed, deeply, knowing she wasn't going to let up.

"I can't bear to see you as a sister Di, that's why I don't use the term with you. When I see you I see hope and light; I see a girl that makes me smile with one look; I see a girl that doesn't know how beautiful she is; I see a girl I want to hold when she cries; I see so very much. That's why I can't call you sister. I see you and I want to love you and do things unimaginable to a family member. And, argh, I know this is crazy, I know you're straight, I know I don't have a chance but you asked for the truth so there it is."

Dianna looked deep into the vulnerable eyes of the girl that cared so very deeply for her; that in her darkest days understood her and loved her without question. How could she ever ask for more than that? She opened her mouth to speak what she'd been dying for days to scream, "Kiss me you idiot."