Reality Swap
To the review who told me to move the story along because it's about to get boring: A, Kill yourself. B, As if. Enjoy :)
Santana feels herself wakeup the next morning, but doesn't dare open her eyes. She takes in a few deep breaths, hoping that the warm body lying up against her was Brittany's. Slowly, she opens one eye, taking in her surroundings, before shutting it back tightly.
She takes in another deep breath, hoping this time when she opens her eyes, it will be her or Brittany's room. She opens both her eyes, blinking them a couple of times, focusing them, and adjusting to the harsh light. She sees the familiar room of Naya, and lets out a groan, running her hands over her face. She glances over at the blonde's sleeping form, before rolling over onto her side, facing away from her.
She didn't know what else to do to be able to switch back. They had tried countless techniques online, and she was sure the last one would work. That's how all the movies ended; the people had to come to some life altering realization before they could switch back. She had come to hers. She knew she needed to come out of the closet, for herself and to be able to be with the one she truly loved. She was beginning to think maybe they would never switch back.
Santana feels movement next to her, but doesn't roll over or let the blonde know she was awake. She lies still a few more minutes, and feels Heather get out of the bed and walk out completely. Santana was pretty sure Heather could tell she wasn't her Naya, even without speaking to her, and she was probably just as disappointed.
The Latina rolls over onto her back, and glances over at the empty bedside, then the bedroom door that had been shut back. With a sigh, she sits up and runs her fingers through her hair, before just staring at the wall in front of her. She had no idea what to do now. Her brain was empty with other methods they could try to get them switched back, and she was physically and emotionally drained from all of it.
After a few minutes of just staring blankly around the room, she musters up enough energy to get out of bed, and make her way into the bathroom. Perhaps a shower could help her, if not, just make her feel slightly better.
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Santana ended up taking an hour long shower. She just stood under the water, until it went from scolding to freezing. Even when it had turned cold, it hadn't even bothered her. She only forced herself out when she began to shiver; figuring getting sick would not help her to get back home.
After getting dressed, and fixing her hair, she walks out of the bathroom and sees Heather in Naya's room, getting dressed. The blonde looks up, and their eyes meet briefly, before Heather breaks their gaze, and pulls her shirt over her head. "We're going to be late for work." The blonde says in a tone that reminded Santana of Brittany. It was her monotone voice she used all the time. A voice she never heard Heather use.
"Are you okay?" Santana asks hesitantly. She already knew the answer, and she actually winced at the stupidity of the question, but stood her ground anyways, staring intently at Heather.
"I'm fine." The blonde answers half heartedly, as she searches around the room for something. Santana opens her mouth up to protest, but Heather cuts her off, "Where the hell are my shoes?" She just about yells, as she frantically looks around the room.
Santana tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and watches the blonde's frustrated motions. She sees the shoes halfway sticking out from under the bed, and walks over, grabbing them, before presenting them to the blonde. "You don't seem fine." Santana observes as Heather snatches the shoes out of her hand with a mumbled, thank you.
"I'm fine." Heather says once again as she places the flats on her feet. "We're seriously going to be late, let's go." She says, before breezing past Santana, walking out the door.
Santana takes in a deep breath, exhaling slowly, before following Heather out the door. Heather was right, they were going to be late, which is why Santana didn't press the subject any further. But she was definitely not letting it go; they'd talk later.
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Santana makes her way over to the food table, after just doing a scene with Heather. She had to kiss the blonde once again, and her head was reeling. It was like her body and mind was confused and arguing with each other every time she got close to Heather. She knew the blonde wasn't Brittany, but it was like a part of her was confused and her body still reacted to the closeness of them.
She takes in a deep breath, and pours herself a cold cup of water. She brings it up to her lips, and starts drinking, only stopping when it was empty. She tosses the cup into the trash can next to the table, and begins scanning over the food with her eyes. She really wasn't hungry; she had just needed a reason to excuse herself from Heather, Dianna, and Lea, who had joined them as soon as cut was yelled.
The Latina purses her lips together, as her hands move over all the different snacks before finally settling on a chocolate chip cookie. She grabs it and brings it up to her lips when she feels an arm snake around her waist, making her jump. She turns and sees Lea standing next to her with a big smile on her face. "You okay?" The tiny brunette asks, squeezing Santana's waist, comfortingly.
Santana clears her throat and awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other. She was still having a hard time adjusting to this girl being Lea, and not Rachel. She had almost snapped at her when she saw it was the Diva who had been so close and touchy with her. "I'm fine." Santana manages, trying her best not to make it come out snappy.
"Are you sure because you've seemed out of it all day? Actually, all week." Lea admits, laying her head on Santana's shoulder. "You can talk to me y'know." She adds with a smile, tightening her grip on the Latina.
Santana tried hard, she really did, but she just couldn't be this close to this girl. She knew it was Lea, and so far she hadn't had a problem with her, but all she could see when she looked at her was Berry. She pulls herself away from Lea's grip a little too quickly, making the smaller girl stumble, and look at her confused.
"Naya, what's wrong?" Lea asks, looking at her friend concerned.
"What's going on?" Santana hears another voice ask. She turns around to see Dianna walking over to them. She puts her arm around Lea, and looks at Santana with suspicion.
Santana swallows hard, looking between the both of them. She wasn't sure what to say. "I'm sorry." She mumbles before brushing past both girls.
She walks outside and heads for her trailer, when she feels a hand wrap around her arm, stopping her. She turns around and is met with the hazel eyes of Dianna, "What's going on with you?" Dianna asks, looking at Santana firmly, yet concerned.
"I'm fine Quinn." Santana snaps back, before even thinking about what she had said. Her face falters briefly, before hardening it back, hoping the blonde missed it.
"Did you just call me Quinn?" Dianna asks, looking at the girl confused. "Naya, really what is going on with you?" the blonde asks, before placing a hand on Santana's cheek. "Are you feeling okay?" She asks gently, sliding her hand up to the Latina's forehead.
Santana grabs the blonde's hand and pulls it away from her face, before sighing. "I'm sorry Dianna." She says, bringing her hands up to her face. She shakes her head a few times, before taking in a deep breath, and looking back up at the blonde. "I just have a lot going on right now, and I'm kind of scattered." She explains, and it wasn't exactly a lie. It was actually very accurate.
"Is this about Heather?" Dianna asks curiously, making Santana's eyes widen in surprise. Obviously Naya wasn't too discreet with her feelings for the blonde dancer, which actually made Santana smirk.
Before Santana had a chance to respond though, the said blonde comes walking over to them, looking at both girls in confusion. "What's going on? Lea said you were upset or something." The blonde says, looking over at Santana.
Dianna looks between the both of them, pulling her lip in between her teeth. "I'll talk to you guys later." She says, excusing herself. She gives Santana a look, before walking away from the two girls.
"What's up?" Heather asks looking at Santana slightly concerned.
"Nothing, I'm fine, I just got a little weird around Lea, and Dianna got all upset." Santana says with a shrug. "No big." She adds, before brushing past Heather, making her way out to their trailer.
Heather follows hot on her tail, and steps inside right after her, before shutting the door behind them. "No big?" The blonde just about shouts, making Santana roll her eyes. "You are supposed to be laying low. You can't have them getting suspicious." Heather lectures, as the brunette just tries her best to ignore her. "Santana!" She yells trying to get her attention. "Are you listening to me? We have to talk about this!" She shouts, before letting out a frustrated groan.
Santana turns on her heel, and places her hands on her hips, "No. You know what we need to talk about?" She asks, as Heather just eyes her in response. "You're feelings for Naya!" She counters, raising an eyebrow at the blonde, whose stance was a lot more timid now.
She looks down at the ground, and scrapes her foot against the floor. "I don't want to talk about that." She says lowly, not looking up to meet Santana's eyes.
"You have to Heather." Santana says, firmly. "This may be the only way of getting Naya back." She says; her voice much softer. She makes her way over to the blonde, and hesitantly places a hand on her shoulder.
The blonde looks up and meets Santana's dark eyes. She licks her lips, and nods her head once, "No. What I have to do is get back to work." She says, before brushing past Santana, and walking out of the trailer, slamming the door behind her.
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Later that night the girls walk back into Naya's house, and Heather throws herself onto the couch. They had been at work for 16 hours straight consisting of singing, dancing, and acting. They were both exhausted.
Santana drags herself over to the couch also, and sits next to the blonde, placing her legs in her lap. She lays her head back against the couch and exhales deeply, letting her eyes fall shut. She knew she still needed to talk to Heather, and she needed to do it now, no matter how sleepy she was.
Clearing her throat, she musters up all the energy she could, and picks her head up, and looks over at Heather, who looked as if she was already asleep on the couch. "Heather." Santana says; her voice low and scratchy, from being so tired. The blonde lets out a grunt, acknowledging the Latina, but doesn't bother opening her eyes or even moving. "I think I thought of a way for us to switch back." Santana says, staring at the blonde.
A silence falls upon them for a couple of seconds, before Heather opens her eyes. She looks down the couch at Santana, and eyes her for a minute. "We've tried everything." She says in a low voice. She was positive she had been over every option at least three times, and she had come to realize she was never getting Naya back.
"Not everything." Santana says matter of fact. Heather's eyes narrow and she stares at the brunette a few more seconds, almost as if she was trying to read her mind. She pulls herself up into a sitting position, suddenly more awake, and waits for Santana to explain. "I think you need to realize something also." She says, making the blonde's face morph into confusion. "I came to a life altering realization, and now you need to." She explains a little less vague, but the blonde continued looking at her confused.
"Like what?" Heather asks confused. "I have nothing to do with this. This is between you and Naya." Heather adds. She pulls her legs off of Santana's lap, and pulls them to her chest, hugging them tightly with her arms.
"Maybe not." Santana says simply, with a shrug. "Maybe this switch wasn't just about me and Naya. Maybe I'm supposed to help you also." Santana explains, as the blonde's eyebrows furrow. "God knows you need help." Santana adds, rolling her eyes.
Heather's head jerks back slightly and her mouth opens. "What do I need help with?" She asks, confused, and slightly offended.
"You're feelings for Naya." Santana says smoothly, with a shrug.
The blonde's head snaps up, and her eyes widen. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing but a squeak comes out, making her quickly shut it back. She looks down at her lap, and clears her throat, trying to collect herself, before looking back up at Santana. "I do not have feelings for Naya." She says with a small laugh, as she stands up from the couch, making her way to the kitchen.
Santana stands up and follows right on her heel, "I think you do." Santana counters. She hears Heather scoff, and watches the blonde grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, and take a long sip of it. "I think you love her, and you are just a big hypocrite." Santana accuses, folding her arms over her chest.
Heather slams the water bottle down on the counter and groans loudly. "I am not a hypocrite! I am not in love with Naya!" She yells, before trying to brush past Santana, only to have the brunette grab her arm, stopping her.
"Are you lying to me or yourself?" Santana challenges, looking deep into her blue eyes. She has a challenging look in her own, and Heather's dart back and forth between Santana's with fear and uncertainty. The blonde swallows hard, and jerks her arm away from Santana, and walks out of the kitchen, but Santana is hot on her trail. "Hey!" She yells, running in front of Heather to stop her once again. "Look, if you don't have feelings for Naya then look me in the eyes and tell me. If you can do that, then I'll back off." Santana says with a shrug.
Heather's bright blue eyes once again dart between Santana's quickly. She opens her mouth to tell Santana what she was supposed to say, but the words just couldn't seem to come out. Tears begin filling her eyes, and her lip starts quivering.
Santana's harsh gaze softens as she watches the internal battle Heather was having with herself. She had been in Heather's shoes not too long ago; she knew exactly how hard this was for her. "Heather…" Santana says softly. She reaches out for Heather's hand, but the blonde snatches it away, before storming out the front door.
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Santana throws her cell phone down on the couch with a frustrated scream. She runs her fingers through her hair as she continues pacing around the living room. Heather had still not returned back home, and she wasn't answering her cell phone. She had called all of the other cast mates and Ashley, Heather's roommate, and nobody had seen her.
Santana was actually beginning to get really worry about the blonde. She had been extremely upset when she left, and Santana wasn't sure what Heather may do, or where she may go. She had driven around the city for a little while, but it was a huge city, and she had almost gotten lost. Luckily for her, Naya's car had GPS.
The brunette sits down on the couch, and buries her head in hands. She glances over at the clock on the wall above the TV and sighs. It was almost one in the morning and she hadn't seen Heather in over 24 hours. She was absolutely exhausted, and out of ideas on how to find the girl. It didn't help that she knew nothing about her, and had no idea where Heather may go when upset.
"Where are you Heather?" She asks aloud, sliding down into the couch. She props her feet up on the coffee table, letting her head rest on the back of the couch, closing her eyes. She knew Heather had feelings for Naya that she had been bottling up, and now that they were being forced to the surface she was freaking out. Santana understood her fears more than anyone, and she actually wanted to help Heather deal. Also this could be the only way she could get back to Brittany.
A couple hours later, Santana wakes up with a start, hearing someone knocking on the door. She quickly gets up off the couch, and maneuvers her way over to the door. She flips the living room light on, causing her to squint her eyes closed tight, from the invading light.
Another knock is heard on the door, and she quickly opens it, revealing Heather who had tears streaming down her cheeks. "Heather?" Santana asks, confused.
The blonde was chewing on her bottom lip, trying to contain the sobs that were taking over her body. She opens her mouth a few times, but doesn't succeed in speaking. "I…I forgot my key." She finally chokes out, before a whole other round of tears take over her body.
Santana's eyebrows furrow and she quickly pulls the blonde into the house, and into a tight hug. "Hey, it's okay." She whispers, running her fingers through blonde locks. She closes the front door, and holds on to the blonde tighter as they just stand there embracing each other silently. "What happened?" Santana finally asks, not loosening her grip on the blonde.
The blonde sniffles, and hiccups a couple of times, before pulling back slightly. "I…" She starts only to stop. She takes in a deep breath composing herself, "I love Naya." She finally says, letting even more tears flow down her cheeks.
Santana smiles softly at the blonde in front of her, and pulls her into another hug. She was so proud of Heather for finally accepting her feelings, and admitting them to herself and someone else out loud. This was a big step for her; one that Santana herself had just recently took also. "I know." Santana answers, as she feels the blonde burry her head into the crook of her neck. "And it'll be okay." Santana assures her, rubbing her hand in soothing patterns over the blonde's back.
"I broke up with Taylor." Heather admits, making Santana pull away from the hug, and look at the blonde surprised. "I didn't want to do it over the phone, but he said he couldn't come and visit for another month, and I had to do it." She explains, and Santana can only merely nod her head. She was shocked Heather had not only accepted her love for Naya, but also broken up with her boyfriend in the span of one day; although Santana had seen this coming for the past week.
"Are you okay?" Santana asks, and mentally slaps herself. Obviously the girl wasn't alright. She had gone MIA for over a day, and was now here she was sobbing in her arms.
Heather merely nods her head, and pulls away from the hug completely. She walks over to the couch and sits down, staring at her hands in her lap. Santana stays standing in her spot, and just watches the blonde carefully. "He's so upset." She says, keeping her gaze down on her hands. "I never wanted to hurt him." She adds, shaking her head, her voice small.
Santana sits down next to Heather and wraps an arm around her shoulders. "It isn't your fault Heather." She says, making the blonde look over at her, unconvinced. "You can't help who you fall in love with. He knows you didn't intentionally hurt him, he's just upset he lost you." She explains, but it didn't make Heather feel much better. "He'll get over it, and besides, you'd be hurting him even more, if you were to stay with him when you loved someone else." She adds matter of fact.
The blonde nods her head at the statement, knowing Santana was right. That's what she had told herself over and over, before breaking up with him. Although, she did still love Taylor. He was her best friend, and they had been through so much together, she just wasn't in love with him anymore. Not as much so as she was with Naya anyways. "I know, you're right, it's just hard. I do still care about him a lot." She says, and Santana nods in understanding, pulling the blonde closer to her.
Heather laid her head on Santana's shoulder, and the two fall into a comfortable silence. The only sound that was heard for minutes was the soft sniffling of Heather.
"Naya is never coming back." Heather says quietly, after a couple minutes breaking the silence. She feels a new wave of tears hit her, and just when she thought she had no more tears inside of her, they begin falling from her eyes, running down her cheeks. "I miss her so much."
Santana sighs, and hugs Heather closer to her, laying her head on top of Heather's. "I miss Brittany too." Santana admits, as she feels her own tears stinging her eyes. "I'll be right back." Santana says suddenly, before carefully getting out of the blonde's grasp.
Heather watches in confusion as the brunette disappears into the kitchen. She reappears only seconds later with a bottle of wine, and two glasses in her hand. She holds the bottle up with a small smile, and waves it around, "Wine?" She offers the blonde.
Heather stands up off the couch, and walks over to Santana, taking the bottle out of her hand. "We need the hard stuff." She replies, before walking back into the kitchen. Santana follows her, and watches as the blonde digs through a cabinet, before pulling out a bottle of tequila. A wicked grin appears on the brunette's face, and she walks over to Heather who was already taking a long sip, and grabs the bottle form her hand, taking her own drink, loving the feel of the liquid burning her throat.
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About an hour later both Santana and Heather are laid up on Naya's bed, junk food and beer bottles, surrounding them. They're laughing loudly, and neither really knows what they're laughing about nor do they care.
Heather has the bottle of Tequila in her hand, and takes a swig of it, before nestling it in between her legs in her lap. The bottle was about 2/3's of the way gone now, and was just about full when they had found it.
Santana takes a swig of her beer, but stops short when she realizes it was empty. She pulls it away and holds it up above her head slightly, squinting at the glass bottle."No!" She shouts as she begins sobbing, "It's gone!" She shouts, throwing herself back onto the bed. She tosses the empty bottle down onto the ground, and surprisingly it doesn't shatter, just rolls across the room a couple of feet.
Heather looks over at her and starts laughing, but holds out the tequila to her. "Here, drink this." She says, holding it only a few inches away from Santana's face. Santana sits up quickly, and grabs the bottle, taking a few swigs, before pulling it away from her lips, and passing it back to the blonde with a grimace.
"That still tastes like shit." Santana mumbles as she wipes her tears away. She had been crying on and off for the last half hour over nothing. It was always what happened to her when she got drunk, but tonight it seemed even worse. She was too drunk to try and figure out, but if she had to guess, she'd say it was because she was upset by other things. "Hand me a Twix." The brunette slurs out, pointing across the bed at the pile of candy.
Heather looks at all the choices next to her, blinking her eyes, trying to focus them and find the Latina a Twix. She sees a blur of gold, and grabs at it only to receive air. After a couple of more tries she comes in contact with a Snickers and passes it off to Santana.
The brunette catches it and looks down at it for a few good minutes with a frown, before bursting into tears once again, "I wanted a Twix!" She shouts, throwing the candy bar across the room. She breaks down into sobs, and Heather moves over on the bed, wrapping her arms around her. "That wasn't a Twix!" She yells once again, and Heather tries calming her down. "You're not a Twix." She mumbles, her sobs beginning to slow down.
Heather pulls back slightly, and looks at the girl confused, for a moment, before shaking her head. "No." She replies simply.
"I want my Twix…" Santana slurs out as a fresh wave of tears hit her. She buries her face into the blonde's shoulder, and wraps her arms around Heather's waist, holding her tight. Heather blinks her eyes a few times, and tries once again, successfully finding the correct candy, and offers it to Santana, who swats it away, sending it flying across the room. "Not that Twix." She mumbles into Heather's shoulder.
The blonde even in her drunken state, realizes what Santana was talking about, and it wasn't candy at all. "I want my Twix too." Heather agrees laying her head on top of Santana's. "Although, Naya's more like a Milky Way." The blonde says with a thoughtful look on her face.
Santana pulls away slightly, and looks over at Heather and smirks. Heather smiles softly at the girl and the two of them just stay staring at one another silently for a food few minutes. The smiles slowly fade away from their faces as the realization of just how close they were to one another sunk in. Their eyes both dart back and forth between eyes and lips, as their minds become even foggier than before from the alcohol.
And before either knew what happened next their lips were attached to one another's. Neither knew who had made the first move, but neither cared. The kiss got heated quickly, as hands began groping at body parts, and moans began filling the air.
A few minutes pass, and Heather was practically in Santana's lap, but the brunette pulls back abruptly, confusing Heather. She sits back, and blinks her eyes a few times, trying to focus on the Latina in front of her, but she was seeing three of her.
"I can't do this." Santana finally says, pulling away from the blonde completely. She throws her feet over the side of the bed, and buries her head in her hands. "Fuck!" She shouts, slamming her fists down on the bed. She was pissed at herself for cheating on Brittany, and she was even more pissed at herself for giving up on all hope that she was ever getting home. She just wanted all of this to disappear, and to wake up the next morning in her own bed, wrapped up in Brittany's arms. This was all a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
She lets out a sigh, and turns back to the blonde, who she finds laid back on the bed, snoring softly. Santana runs her fingers through her hair, and stands up from the bed. Swaying slightly, she grabs onto the bed, steadying herself. Once she has her footing she makes her way over to the lights, and flips them off before slowly finding her way back to the bed.
Not even bothering to fix the blonde's position, she crawls into the bed, and snuggles up under the covers. She glances over at Heather who was lying on top of the covers, and lets out a sigh, before sitting up, and pulling the covers over Heather also. She lays back onto the pillow, and stares up at the ceiling. "I just want to be back home." She grumbles, before turning over onto her side, letting herself fall asleep.
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