Thank you TeamBrittanaGermany :) for warning me saying that there's an error and the chapter is unavailable. I don't know why it happened.

Author's Note: Truly sorry for the long wait. I had a lot going on at work and at home. I was also busy watching the whole three seasons of the show so that I can find a way to enable the story to go parallel with the show. And of course, the hiatus is killing me! Just 2 more weeks.. So, this chapter is from Heather's POV, it's long and a bit boring but bear with me :)

dessinatrice-x-depressif: Thank god for google translate :) I'm glad you liked it.

GleeFullParadise: Thank you :) Taylor will try to pull her to her old life in the future but HeYa is endgame :)

tin-foil-hatz: Thank you for your thoughts, they are much appreciated :) I think I didn't realize how Naya's character turned out so similar to Santana. I think I couldn't help it because we don't get to see how Naya is in real life, Santana is much more familiar. Naya's character in this fic is not completely Santana, she carries some attributes from me as well. I love sarcasm and I was super closed too before meeting my girlfriend. And yes, huge fan of Imagine me and you :)

onebratsis: I don't have specific chapter limits, I guess we'll see where it takes us :)

Thank you guys so much for your constructive criticism and pushing me to write faster with your reviews and alerts. Chapter 12. Here we go.

Time travel might not possible for our daily technology, but people travel through time everyday even without knowing it. When you are with the people you love, time flies. Looking at it from my perspective, I knew that tonight was going to feel like centuries.

Everything was still so strange. It felt like I had been pulled away from the one person I knew in my life and I was forced to go home with these strangers, also known as, my family.

My mom was still crying while we were heading home because of the initial shock of the events. I wasn't even able to talk and kept my mouth shut. Luckily, my roommate, Ashley, was explaining everything to her and Taylor, about me and Naya. Afterwards, I learned that my mom was about to faint inside the police station so she and Taylor were outside, trying to calm her down and they weren't in the room to listen to Naya's interrogation. It felt nice that Ashley made Naya sound like a superhero, which was not entirely incorrect. I was also grateful to her that she skipped the part where Naya kissed me.

Ride back home was very informative for me. It turned out that my mom lived in Arizona and I came to LA few years ago to pursue my career and met Ashley. Taylor was my boyfriend since many years and he was a baseball player in a college team. From her words, I understood that he wasn't always around.

Whenever Ashley and I made eye contact, I could tell she was looking for answers in my eyes. She actually witnessed the moment when Naya kissed me but we didn't have any chance to be alone to talk about it yet. I wanted to know whether it was a usual thing for me or not. Ashley was not surprised and she handled it pretty well. I mean, she didn't really react but she didn't make any comments either.

'Naya is probably home by now… It feels weird not to have her around…' I thought to myself.

I need to say, I was a little disappointed in myself when they dashed out my entire life in 15 minutes. I learned that I was also a college dropout. But it was also nice to know that I was a type of person who can stand on her own feet. I was living on my own for years. This means I'm capable of handling myself, right?

Although I'm not pretty sure I'm the brightest when it came to decision making. I could tell it by just looking at the guy I chose to be with.

Taylor was a really good looking guy. Arm candy. He was muscular and tall but he looked a bit childish. After listening to his struggle of my disappearance, I honestly thought that I was the most important thing in his life. It was also a nice idea that I really mattered to some people in this world. Feeling loved and wanted warmed me up.

My first impression of him really crashed down during our ride back home though. He was mostly trying to highlight the thing he had done as heroic. You know, he ran after me when I got inside the car and he also had seen Naya's license plate, which was resulted with my inevitable so-called rescue. He looked like he was really proud of himself. Then I've realized, he was mostly interested in his own little version of the story. Not mine. He wasn't really interested in that he finally found me. He was mostly focused on how he gave the most important clue to the police that helped them to find me.

When we entered mine and Ashley's house, they showed me around. I slowly walked inside the house and examined every little part of it, hoping that it would revive my memories but I guess that part of my brain was still sleeping. After a few hours, my newly-met mom and roommate were cooking dinner in the kitchen while my "I'm-%100-sure-that-he-is-a-neanderthal" boyfriend and I were sitting in the living room. One thinks that he would use this opportunity to catch up with me, but instead, he was focused on watching the game on the TV. I was determined to try anything to trigger my memory. I was talking about him in my sleep after all. It was worth a shot. We needed to bond.

"Hi…" I said and sat next to him.

"Hey babe." he said in return without even taking his eyes away from the TV.

"I got a clean slate but I can't even imagine how hard this must be for you. One day your girlfriend disappears and when she comes back she doesn't even remember who you are." I said with a crooked smile.

He set himself straight on the coach and looked at me.

"I just still don't understand how you can't remember me. It sort of bruised my ego."

Is he serious?

"I mean," he continued, "It's me. How can you not remember me?"

I had realized earlier. The words 'Me' and 'I' were how Taylor started and finished his sentences. I was just shocked that how he could still make this thing about 'him'.

"Okay," I said in a defensive voice, "First of all, I don't even remember my mom. I was just trying to be sympathetic, you know, trying to make a connection with you. I didn't forget things by choice. It's not like I pressed 'Delete all contacts' button in my brain on purpose. The doctor said my memories may come back any minute. But I just need to trigger them."

"You're running out of time, Heather. You better hurry up and pull that trigger or whatever. You know I'm gonna go back in a few days. Do you really wanna waste our remaining days?"

Waste?

I kept looking at him, expecting him to say he was joking. Apparently, he wasn't. No, I didn't know he was going back. I thought he would be there for me. Then again, I have to admit, a part of me was relieved to hear that. I really really really didn't want him to be around me forever. Especially when I have to figure out what was going on with Naya.

Naya…

My stomach cramped.

"It's not an actual trigger, you know. It's not like I'm doing this on purpose."

"I know a few things to help you. I'm your cure babe. I'm gonna make you remember." he said and without even giving me another chance he pressed his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth.

I was so desperate that I would try anything. I waited for fireworks, sparks or a raid of flashbacks in front of my eyes. Maybe a scene of the first time he kissed me or the first time I saw him. I waited to remember my feelings for him but nothing happened. I didn't even feel a damn thing and I was supposed to be in love with this guy. I was hoping that my body was going to show a reaction automatically. Although this would only complicate things. All I could think about at that moment was Naya. Without even knowing, I was comparing them. Naya introduced me to a new series of feelings… Feelings that I didn't have for Taylor apparently. She was occupying my thoughts every single second yet I was so pathetic that I was actually letting him kiss me. I felt Naya's taste being erased and it disturbed me. I pushed him away from me all of a sudden.

"Babe? Did it work?"

"No.."

He looked at me with disappointment.

"It will if you try harder." he said blankly.

"I am. But it's not helping. You're practically a stranger to me. This doesn't feel right."

He slightly nodded and turned his head away to continue watching the game.

I didn't understand him. I was waiting for understanding but obviously he was blaming me. I got up and started to wander inside the house to see whether I can find something I can relate to. They had shown me my room so I thought it would be better to start from there. Remembering things felt like a super power to me at the moment. A power that I knew I had, but didn't have any control over. Something that I could not turn on whenever I wanted.

I stood in front of the mirror in my room and looked at myself. I wasn't ugly. I was actually very content with my body. Still, the person I was looking at was another stranger.

"Hi," I said out loud. "I'm Heather Elizabeth Morris."

That sounded wrong.

"Hello, I'm Heather."

No. It wasn't working.

My room seemed plain and simple. Apart from the crazy board that had many pictures on it. Most of them were me and Taylor; he was the only one I could recognize in the pictures. And also there was another photo which was obviously set apart from the other photos on purpose. There was a blonde teenage girl; that's easy. It's me. Next to me, there was mom. She looked younger. Then there was a man whose arm was on my mom's and my shoulders at the same time. I immediately figured out that he was my dad. I got his eyes.

A childhood memory can send you back to the past where you had that comfort zone of not worrying about anything. A dream or a wish can teleport you into the future where still you can make your hypothetical choices to prevent or enable what is going to come next. What's actually hard is to stay stuck in the present. No memories to reminisce, therefore no future to dream. Present is the part where you need to take immediate action and you need to take them fast. To be here in "the now" is really a bitch.

I gently removed the photo from the board and went to the kitchen where my mom and Ashley were cooking.

"Do you need any help?"

Ashley looked at me and smiled, "No offense Hemo, but you are not the cooking type. One time when I was away, you almost set the house on fire." She said. "But it wasn't your fault. They should have written 'Not for microwave' on the cover."

I liked the fact that Ashley was calling me 'Hemo'. I don't know, it was maybe because I was still not used to my name. It was a nice alternative.

I didn't know why but I felt comfortable talking to Ashley. She somehow felt… familiar. She looked like a funny and an easy going person. She was the only person who was not tensed about my condition while talking to me. I smiled back at her.

"Um…" I coughed, "Mom?" I was still getting used to the idea of calling this woman 'Mom'.

"Yes darling?" She was busy chopping onions.

"Is this dad?" I showed her the picture.

She left the knife on the counter and approached me. She looked at the photo I was holding and tears were already started to fill up her eyes.

"Yes, Heather. He's your dad." She replied.

"Will he be here tonight as well?"

When they told me that my mom flew from Arizona to here when she heard that I was missing, I wondered where my father was. He still hadn't showed up.

My mom and Ashley looked at each other for a brief moment and my mom sat down on the chair with exhaustion. Even though I was found, she wasn't still relieved. The black orbs under her eyes indicated that she had rough nights for the past couple of days. Her face tensed with defeat. She was still looking at the photo.

Another bad thing about amnesia: everything feels like a surprise and at that particular moment it is completely unpredictable that whether it's a good one or a bad one.

"Oh god…" she said and wiped her tears, "This was hard already, now you have to go through this again… After all those years when you have finally accepted everything…"

"Accepted what?"

"Baby…" she gently said, "Your father died of cancer when you were 14… We are on our own since then…"

"Oh…"

Okay, didn't expect that. Considering her reaction when I showed her the picture, I was thinking about a divorce.

I looked at the man in the photo again and looked at the smiles on our faces. We looked happy.

"Okay…" I said, "Good to know this one."

"Hemo," Ashley came near me, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, I don't have any memories of him, I feel that it would be much harder if I had, but now I feel kind of sad but not something like 'I'm gonna lock myself in the bathroom and cry' type of sadness. I just feel… empty."

"Oh poor baby, come here!" My mom wrapped herself around me. She was crying insanely. I felt bad because I wasn't really feeling her pain even though I was forcing myself to.

"I'm fine, really." I said. "During the past couple of days, I got myself used to the idea that I was all alone in this world. But turns out I'm not. I am trying to see the glass half full."

"You were always the strong one, Heather…" my mom said, "Maybe we can talk about it in detail later?" she asked and planted a kiss on my forehead. I nodded and she went back to chopping the onions.

Ashley stroked my shoulder and winked at me as I heard the doorbell ringing.

I ran towards the door and opened it. Naya was standing in front of me, holding a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Finally!" I said in relief, "I thought you chickened out!"

"I almost did." She smiled nervously and handed the wine over me.

"I'm so glad you're here!" I jumped on her and squeezed her in my arms.

"Well, that makes one of us."

"You look good and you smell good."

"And you smell like onions." She said. "Could you—please… It's getting harder to breathe."

I let her go. She took a deep breath.

"Thanks." She said and looked inside the house. "I still don't know why I agreed to this. I'm not even supposed to be here."

"This is the exact place you're supposed to be right now!" I whispered and pointed my finger at her. "You're gonna help me get over this night!"

"Who's gonna help me get over this night then?" she whispered back and her eyes were focused on something else. I turned my head over and saw Taylor was looking at us very carefully.

"How's the bonding going?" she asked.

I just shrugged. It wasn't the place to talk about him and surely Naya wasn't the one I should be talking about Taylor.

"Heather?" I heard my mom calling me from the kitchen, "Is it Naya?"

"Yes, mom. Naya is here."

She came out of the kitchen and walked towards us while drying her hands with a towel.

"It's rude to keep the guests waiting at the door that much." She said and hugged Naya. "We're glad you made it."

I could tell Naya was still nervous being around my mom. I guess she still couldn't get used to the idea that my mom was not mad at her. She was mostly grateful. Naya looked at me for a second then looked back at my mom and put a nervous smile her face.

"C'mon then, get inside. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

Here is a little science lesson. One type of memory is motor memory... or muscle memory. This enables an amnesiac to work a toothbrush, dial a phone or even skip a rope. Then there's something called emotional memory, things you just know automatically. Like; 'don't touch fire because it'll hurt' or... 'Tonight is going to be a disaster.'

No one was talking at the dinner table. There was so much to talk but I guess no one dared to say anything about the last three days. I was really happy that I could postpone the explaining for a little while. There were only the noises of plates and forks and also Taylor, who was chewing really loud.

I looked at Naya. Her eyes were focused on the plate and she was trying not to make any eye contact with anyone. For a second, it felt like I was the one who was invited to have dinner with her family. I wasn't familiar with these people any more than she was. Except the fact that the most alike people on the table was my mom and me, and Naya was standing out among us with her perfect milk chocolate skin and her ebony hair.

"It's delicious, Susan." Naya said politely and broke the silence. "Thank you for inviting me." My mom smiled at her.

I was trying to stay away from one particular memory I had today, which was Naya kissing me at the police station. I could see that things were tense between us as Ashley saw us. Ashley was also the one who gave my mom the idea of inviting Naya over for a little thank you dinner.

I felt like I blushed with the memory of that particular scene. I looked at her for a brief moment. Things were pretty strange between us since she came. I could tell that she didn't want to be here and she was only doing this for me. To keep me in her life. Otherwise, as far as I'd known her she would have just kindly declined the offer and disappeared. She was, again, compromising for me. That felt nice.

I unconsciously smiled to myself while thinking about these and lifted my eyes up from my plate to stare at Naya again. I could stare at her all day. She looked at me and smiled as well, as if she felt that I was looking at her, just like she did every time I looked at her even when her eyes were closed. Her looks and smiles didn't have that loving feeling anymore. She was mostly agitated and confused.

Taylor was also good at catching glances too. Whenever Naya and I exchanged smiles and looks, I saw him watching us. It was creepy.

Dinner was nice. I hadn't eaten anything much for the last few days. Although it was a bit spicy, it was tasteful.

"Why do they call it 'Chili' when it's so hot? Shouldn't it be called 'hottie' instead of 'chili'?" I asked as I took another sip of water.

Everyone looked at me like I was nuts. I was just trying to break the ice and make the weirdness go away although they should be the ones doing that.

When I started to think that I embarrassed myself, Naya came to my rescue.

"Because… Heather," she paused before saying my name. I bet it felt weird for her too. "It's made of Chili peppers. A type of pepper comes from South America. Chili is the native name of the plant." she said.

"Wow…" I said. I was amazed that she knew this. Was that common knowledge? You know, one of the things I forgot?

"What do you do for a living, Naya?" my mom asked and changed the subject.

"She's an actress." I blurted with my mouth full.

"An actress? Really? Have we seen you?"

"I.. don't think so." Naya replied shyly. "Mostly small roles."

"She got the role of a new TV series. It's a musical." I intervened again. I wasn't going to let her be any more modest about herself.

"Oh my god, that's like, really cool!" Ashley said. "There's gonna be musical TV series? I swear they stole my idea!"

"You say that all the time whenever people come up with new ideas." Taylor joined the conversation. "Is this a small role again?" I didn't like the way he made it sound like.

"It's just a recurring role for now, depending on my performance they might be promoting me to a series regular. I even don't know yet whether I have the part or not. Blondie is just getting over-excited." She looked at me sternly as if she was warning me. I knew what that look meant. 'Stop talking about me. I don't want to be the center of attention. This is weird for me already.'

"Blondie?" my mom asked me.

"Yeah, that's what she was calling me before we figured out my name… Because, um, I'm blonde." I explained.

Awkwardness again.

"Gosh, that's amazing!" Ashley continued talking, "Is it like Grease but a TV show version?"

"Sort of.. I'm not sure yet. I just auditioned for the role. They are pretty strict. You gotta be a full package." Naya said. "You need to dance, act and sing. They still haven't informed me about the result. So, I don't know."

"That's still awesome." Ashley said excited, "You're the closest thing to a celebrity in here. Except for Hemo maybe. Tell me more about the other shows that you were in."

Naya looked at Ashley for a brief moment. I was confused as well because of the thing she said.

"Umm.. Okay.. So.. There has been many but I think the most significant ones would be…" she looked away to remember and started counting, "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Family Matters, The Bernie Mac Show and an episode of CSI: Miami. I also auditioned for American Idol but, no luck" she nervously smiled.

Wow. I didn't know anything about the things she said but… She really was famous already.

"I knew you looked familiar! I think I watched that episode!" Ashley shouted excitedly.

"This is lovely." I heard my mom say. "Speaking of American Idol, my Heather auditioned for that TV dance competition, what was it called sweetie?" she asked me.

"What?" I asked. I was on TV? Dancing?

"'So you think you can dance'." Ashley replied.

"Yes!" my mom said, "She made it through the green mile but couldn't get to the final. Beyonce saw her on the show and grabbed her. Heather was on her world tour. My baby danced with Beyonce!"

Who the hell is Beyonce?

I was really confused. Naya looked at me her eyes wide open and her jaw dropped. I didn't know who Beyonce was but clearly she knew.

"I'm so proud of her." My mom said and stroked my head which messed up my hair. Naya was still frozen and looking at me.

"Wow… That's- that's amazing. I didn't know that…"

"She's a professional dancer. Her future is bright." my mom added.

I looked at my mom with confusion. I'm a professional dancer? Like, I'm earning money from this? Why didn't they tell me this before? I felt like I was a loser, a college drop-out and unemployed. Now they're telling me I'm a pro dancer?

I looked at Naya and saw that she was smiling at me. She looked like she was also proud of me. She reached to squeeze my hand, I flashed her a smile instantly as I came in contact with her touch. It was almost like a reflex. It felt nice. I missed her touch and this feeling, although it had been only hours. Her touch reminded me of the moment when kissed me a few hours earlier. My heart started to pound and had a weird feeling in my stomach. I didn't know what was going on. I was confused already. While they kept talking, I started to think what was going to happen next between me and her. I mean, were we just going to pretend like nothing had happened, were we going to talk about this or just bury it deep? I needed to talk to her.

"So, Naya…" my mom said, "What did the doctor say about Heather?"

"He said because of the impact, she damaged her hippocampus –that's the part deals with the memory- and that caused a memory loss."

"It will mend itself, right?" Ashley asked.

"It's… not certain. She may remember everything any second or it can come back partially. It's just a matter of time." she said. "Actually," she took my scans out of her purse "I brought these with me just in case you want to show them to another doctor."

My mom took the scans and looked at them. I don't think she understood what she saw. Then she looked back at Naya.

"Thank you. This is so kind of you to do all these things for my baby girl…"

"It wasn't really a problem." Naya smiled.

I was the audience on that table. All these people were talking about me like I wasn't there. The only person who remembered that I was sitting next to them was Naya who was looking at me occasionally. But she wasn't completely herself. She was sort of avoiding me as well.

"How did this happen to her? Did anyone see anything?" she then calmly asked.

"No…" Ashley said. "Hemo likes to practice alone. It seemed that she was trying to jump over some obstacle, like trying an air somersault over it or something, and there were bars, you know, for balance, and it seems she failed and hit her head hard to the bars which knocked her unconscious. That's just my theory. She should be trying a dance move that required a high speed or a high jump."

Naya bit her lips and shut her eyes for a few seconds before covering her face with her hand. Then she looked at me in pain between her fingers as if she felt the pain I had felt when I hit my head. Without even knowing, I immediately took my hand to the bump on my head.

There were still gaps inside my brain about the moment that I gained my consciousness. I remember a place with mirrors. I remember being on the floor, telling myself to get up and getting out of the building staggering. I remember the feeling as if my head was burning and the blood flowing down my cheeks mixed with rain. I wanted to run away. I wanted a place to hide. And I also remember what I felt the moment I saw Naya's face as if she was known to me.

"I don't even want to think what would happen to her if it wasn't for you, Naya…" my mom said with a trembling voice. "She could have been killed…"

Naya was speechless. She just grimaced. When she finally came to her senses she looked at me directly, without avoiding for the first time that night.

"Thank god she's okay now. I didn't do anything actually. I didn't know what do to. I guess it was fate. I was just in the right place at the right time." she said and then smiled. "I truly enjoyed her company. It is still such a shame that we met under such unfortunate circumstances…"

"Tell me, Naya." Taylor said all of a sudden and dispelled the series of emotions in the air with his voice. "Didn't it ever occur to you to take her to the police?"

Naya's face changed and she looked at Taylor with fury. Taylor was doing this on purpose. He had a problem and I honestly didn't know what it was.

"If you see someone hurt, would you call an ambulance first or would you call the police?" she asked and looked at Taylor with a blunt expression. It felt like they would get into a fight any second.

"I firstly wanted to take her to a hospital. I suggested that the first night I saw her," she continued, "but she refused and said she wanted to get some rest. She was confused. So was I. I don't have strangers jumping inside my car every day saying that they have amnesia. This was my first experience."

"But she was with you for whole 3 days. Why not later? What's your angle?" Taylor insisted.

Naya slightly leaned towards Taylor and squinted.

"My angle? Are you accusing me of having an ulterior motive?"

"We were worried sick here while you were enjoying her company."

Everyone was silent until Naya raised her voice with anger.

"Excuse me?"

"Taylor!" I yelled. Was he really implying what I thought he was implying?

"C'mon! This is so obvious!" Taylor raised his voice. "Clearly, something's going on. Tell me I'm wrong, Heather."

"I—" I couldn't think of anything.

"This is just insane." Naya protested.

"Oh yeah? Do you think I'm blind? Sitting here all night watching you two- "

"Taylor." My mom interrupted with an ice cold voice. "Stop it. You're being rude."

We were all shocked. Naya's face was read with anger. She was panting. Taylor looked at my mom with an unbelieving expression on his face. He wasn't expecting this interruption. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and put it on his plate.

"I lost my appetite. "

I was too stunned to say anything. I wasn't even sure what I would say. I was angry and embarrassed. That's why he was so weird and agitated. He realized everything. Now this was going to add more problems for me and Naya as if we didn't have enough confusion.

"Okay," Ashley said suddenly and got up. "Who wants dessert? I bought cheesecake."

There was a dead silence again. Naya licked her lips and nodded to herself. I wish I could read her mind. I was feeling that these were all my fault. Then she looked at me and sighed. I knew she was trying to calm herself down not to put me in a more difficult situation than I was already in. She smiled and my heart melted. I knew her smile meant everything was going to be okay. Her gorgeous smile always made me feel good. My heart started pounding faster again. I wished I could be alone with her. Just for a second. I could deal with Taylor and the world later, but I only wanted to be away from all these eyes and I wanted to shut my brain down and get lost in her eyes. Then I felt extremely guilty. Because I realized that, at that particular moment, I was wishing something completely wrong. I was wishing that… they hadn't found me.

God, I can't breathe.

"I'm gonna go and help Ashley…" I said and went to the kitchen.

Ashley was carefully putting the cheesecake to a service plate. I stormed into the kitchen.

"Hemo is in the kitchen." Ashley laughed without looking at me. "This is the second time today. I'm getting emotional, it's like a personal record for you."

I was pacing like a crazy person with my hand on my head. Emotions were overflowing.

"Ashley… Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. But if it's about Taylor, I don't know anyone who could perform an exorcism."

"No, it's not about him… I have—I have to ask you something."

She left the plate on the counter. I was still trying to breathe and pacing back and forth in the kitchen.

"It's kind of personal but I think you're the only one who can help me."

Ashley looked at me for a brief moment, then suddenly panic surrounded her face.

"I think you should talk about this to y-y-your mom…" she stuttered, "I'm not sure I can help."

"What? No! I can't talk about this to my mom!"

She stood in front of me and stopped me by holding me on the shoulders.

"Can you please stop? You're freaking me out."

I tried to relax by taking a deep breath. I really needed to talk to someone about this. I had so many questions and they needed to be answered by someone.

"Sorry."

"Okay. We can do this." she looked deep into my eyes, "Don't panic, okay? Look into my eyes." She grabbed me on my shoulders, "Here I go." she sighed, "Hemo. You're not dying. This happens to every woman every single month. It is just for a couple of days. It's called having your period and you're not dying. It's healthy. You used to be actually pretty happy about this when it happened."

What the hell was she talking about?

"I'm just gonna give you some tampons but I'm definitely not going to show you how to use them." she let go of me and took her purse which was on the chair and started searching inside it "All I can say is you just need to stick it inside your -"

"Tampons?" I interrupted her, "No! That's not what I -.. Can you please listen to me first?"

She stopped and looked at me while her hand still in her purse.

"You're not having your period?" she asked surprised.

"No, I'm not!"

"Thank god!" she said and tossed her purse aside "Okay. So what's wrong then?"

"I'm so confused." I sat down on the chair. "Naya kissed me. We kissed and I have these weird feelings… in my stomach."

She raised her eyebrows and stared at me for a few seconds.

"It can be the Chili."

"No, it's not Chili! It happens every time when I think about her kissing me."

"Are you sure that she kissed you?"

"What do you mean am I sure? She did!"

"Maybe… you imagined it?" she asked suspiciously.

"I did not imagine being kissed!"

"I mean, I heard you hit your head pretty hard." she said. She wasn't even hearing what I was saying.

"Wh- Ashley! You were there, you saw us!" I finally yelled.

She looked at me and sighed. Obviously she was trying to avoid talking to me about this issue and I just stepped on it. I was determined to talk about it though.

"I don't know what to do. What should I do? What does this mean? I'm scared that things are going to get weird between her and me."

"First of all, I don't think it can get any weirder. C'mon." she said, "She kissed you and now she's in there with your mom and your boyfriend who made a scene about you two. Second of all, we can't talk about this. I can't give you any advice."

"Why?" And that way, my last hope was gone too. She was refusing to help me.

"Because, Hemo, you're with Taylor. I mean you were. Probably still are. Naya seems cool and I also have to admit she's insanely beautiful…" she looked up, "God must have created her in his free time..." she mumbled.

"Ashley. This is not about your girl crush on Naya. It's about mine."

"Look," she held my hand, "It's not my place. You're with Taylor. I can't be objective because…-"

I bit my lips. I didn't know whether I wanted to hear the rest of it. If Ashley wouldn't want to enlighten me on certain subjects, I needed to figure them on my own. But I didn't know how.

"Because you think" I said, "Taylor and I are supposed to be together and I should forget one of the rare memories I made and stop thinking about Naya." I completed her sentence. I was disappointed.

"No," she said "because I wish Taylor was found dead in a ditch and in the past I told you like millions of times that you should dump his ugly ass. Anyway. You're in a fragile state now. I can't decide anything for you. I'm not gonna be the one who will affect your decisions. You need to figure this out on your own."

"You… don't like Taylor?"

Why was I even shocked? I also found him hard to like.

"I don't know him that much and I tend to disappear when he's around because, well, I can't stand him." she said, "I bet he's a good person deep inside but he hurt you Hemo. Yours isn't the happiest relationship ever."

I felt the guilt being lifted off my shoulders. I was feeling so guilty thinking that I was betraying Taylor by having these feelings for Naya ever since I had discovered his existence. Somehow hearing that he hurt me in the past made me feel relieved. This might mean I wasn't happy with him.

"Do you remember how many times you cried in my arms because of him?"

"No…" I said softly. Of course I didn't.

"Well, I do. You guys are in this long distance relationship. You've been dating each other, I don't know, for how many years, but I do know one thing, you spent half of it crying."

"Then… why didn't I leave him?"

I really wished someone would answer this for me. Honestly, I wanted to know whether I would still be with him or not if nothing had happened.

"Once you told me it's because he's living away. Or maybe you couldn't find anyone else who would be worthy enough to dump him. I think you would have dumped him if you guys were like, seeing each other every day. Mostly, he's here couple of days in a month."

"I wouldn't call this a relationship.." I said slowly.

"Neither would I. So, I don't know what you want me to say. Dump Taylor and run into Naya's arms? I would be totally cool with that but I don't want to lead you and I think.. God I can't believe I'm saying this, but you should also give Taylor a chance too."

A chance? To him?

"Whatever that kept me to be with him, I think it's gone. Just like my memories. I don't feel anything for him. I felt nothing when he kissed me." I confessed.

"But you can't really know for sure that you won't regret for not trying and I don't want to be blamed for it."

"The only thing I'll regret, feels like letting her go just because I'll be busy trying to give Taylor a chance."

"You need to think both ways though. You were always telling me how your love blossomed out of your hate for him. You didn't like Taylor the first time you saw him. It grew gradually. Besides, how can you be so sure that what you're feeling for Naya is not because she sort of rescued you?"

I was absolutely positive this wasn't the issue. If it was someone else, I wouldn't be feeling the way I felt.

"It's not confusion… I'm confused, yes, but not about how she's making me feel… My feelings are higher than admiration or gratefulness." I said, "It's more complicated than that. Do you know what I felt when we were leaving the police station without her? Fear. The fear of not being able to see her again. I felt my life was over, Ashley.. Without even starting." I softly said. "It wasn't about not remembering anyone or anything else… It was only about her. And when she kissed me, there was no one else in that place besides us…"

Ashley slowly nodded and smiled at me. I knew she was satisfied with my answer.

"And you also don't know what I've been through…" I continued, "What we have been through."

She nodded again.

"There is also the fact that Naya does not feel anything for me at all." I sighed. "I mean I was almost sure that she liked me when she came tonight… But now, I'm not so sure. She's so cold. I can't reach her.

"Oh, please." Ashley laughed. "I was like, watching a romance movie. The only thing missing was pop-corn. She was the one who kissed you and as a third person, I'm telling you, no one kisses someone like that in front of everyone. Well, at least not while they are sober."

"I don't know…"

"She's in there with your mom, she's enduring this torture just for you. Plus you didn't see the look on her face when Taylor kissed you earlier. She was like 'Barf'." She imitated Naya.

I did see that Naya looked away when Taylor kissed me at the station. Ashley was right. Why else would she be here?

I was still determined to figure out why I was feeling that way about Naya.

"Okay." I said, "So.. Maybe you would know, because I don't remember anything but… Did I ever have, you know, umm…" God this was so hard. "Homo-erotic tendencies before?"

"Homo-erotic tendencies?" Ashley asked surprised. "Apart from sounding just like Oscar Wilde right now?"

"Who?"

"God. Never mind. No, you didn't. Although…" she started to play with her necklace.

She knew something.

"Although what?"

"There was this one time we went to a party."

She paused.

"And…?" I asked.

"Sorry." she shook her head, "I forgot. Usually when I say this, you're like 'Oh my god!' and you remember everything."

"Ashley, is this going somewhere?" I was getting impatient.

"Right. Okay, we went to a party. You got really drunk and danced all night with a girl, she was like super hot, she was- wait that wasn't you. That was me. Sorry. I remember now. You were at home busy with being depressed."

"So, I didn't have such feelings for a woman before."

"No you didn't. At least not that I know of. Besides, if you were gay, I bet you would wanna tap this" she pointed her ass. I couldn't help myself from laughing.

"I'm not so sure you're my type." I said. We continued giggling together.

"Maybe not me, but apparently she is. I would love to hear the details of her enjoying your company some time." Ashley said flirtatiously.

"That's not what she meant, okay? We didn't do anything." I was still laughing but I could feel that I was getting blushed.

"If I arrived a few minutes later, I bet you would have." she smirked and playfully hit me on the shoulder.

"Oh, just shut up."

"I mean, I just met her and even I'm kind of gay for her." She chuckled.

"Who's gay for me?" Naya entered the kitchen, she had a sullen face and she started to look around, "Where's the wine? I need wine."

"Long night?" Ashley asked. Naya simply nodded. "I'll grab the bottle." Ashley said and left the kitchen.

Naya seemed upset. I guess it wasn't such a good idea to leave her alone in there.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"The problem is I'm trying to have a decent conversation but that douchebag is trying to provoke me with his irritating comments. Every time I open my mouth, he has a thing to say in return and I'm not even talking to him!"

"He suspects that we—uhm, we have a thing and he's pretty pissed that I don't remember him. Earlier he kind of blamed me for losing my memory as if I did that on purpose and he said his ego was bruised because I didn't know who he was."

"Oh my god." Naya snorted.

"Yeah." I said. "So, do you feel better? Are you calm?"

"Getting there. I'd feel much better if I just have a glass of wine."

I hesitantly approached her and looked into her eyes before pulling her to myself for a hug. I breathed in the sweet scent of her skin. Her tense body relaxed between my arms and she gave in by wrapping her arms tightly around me. She buried her face into my neck and took deep breaths. The feeling gave me tingles.

"I've missed this…" she whispered.

"Me too…"

"I can't do this... It's so hard…" she said and held me more tightly.

"What's so hard?" I whispered into her ear.

She took her time and did not respond me instantly.

"Not being like this all the time… I don't like hiding. I'm lying in there. I'm acting in front of your mom."

I slightly held myself back to see her face, my arms were still wrapped around her. Her face was only inches away from me.

"You're one hell of an actress then. I thought things were weird between us because you were like 'Yeah, sure whatever. I'm so glad Blondie is back with you guys. You can have her'."

She smiled, "Of course I'm glad that you're with your mom. But I'm not that happy. I'm exaggerating. I don't know why I came here at the first place but now I just don't know how to walk away."

"I'm glad you came…" I caressed her cheek and smiled at her.

"Me too…" she smiled back and sighed.

She pulled me in for our previous position again. She was resting her head on my shoulder.

"Naya?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can't we… Can't we stay like this… Like, just for a while?"

She squeezed me harder and kissed my neck. Her lips started to leave trails towards my lips. My skin was burning.

I could smell her lips. They smelled like chocolate and her scent was making me feel dizzy. We were just standing there. Our arms were wrapped around each other, pressing our bodies together. I wanted her… I had been struggling with myself starting since the moment I saw her that night.

She closed her eyes and finally leaned towards me. I did the same. I needed it. I needed something to hold on to. She was like my drug. Even though we kissed before, my heart was pounding like crazy as if I was a little girl who was about to get her first kiss.

We startled as we heard someone's cough. Naya quickly let go of me and stepped away.

"Seriously guys." It was Ashley again. "You should put a sock on the doorknob or something. I'm tired of walking in on you."

Naya jolted her head back in relief. For a moment I also thought that my mom walked in on us.

Ashley did not care about us at all. She was carrying three wine glasses in one hand and there was the wine bottle in her other hand. She put the glasses on the counter and started to pour down the wine.

"Where's mom?" I asked her.

"I found her asleep" she said. "I didn't want to wake her up because this is the first time she has ever looked so peaceful since she came. Naya wouldn't mind, right Naya?" She handed the wine glass to Naya.

"Of course not." Naya replied and took a large sip of wine.

"And Taylor?"

"He's out, I don't know where he is." Ashley said. "I guess this was it for our little dinner party. So.." she took her own glass, "I'm just gonna finish this upstairs in my room if you guys don't mind. It's been a long night. A long week actually."

"Sure, of course." I mumbled.

"Okay.. I'm out then. It was nice meeting you Naya."

"Ditto." Naya smiled at her. Ashley winked at me and got out of the kitchen.

We just stayed there in silence and looked at each other for a minute.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" Naya asked.

"I don't know. We can go out maybe?"

"Really? Like, now?" she pouted.

"Yeah. Oh, I almost forgot." I smirked. "My wishes…"

"Gosh. No. New rules." Naya protested, "I didn't know you were a dancer, okay? It's not fair."

"I didn't either and we made this deal before figuring this out. So as my first wish…" I paused to build up the tension. "I wish you.. to take me out on a date."

"A date?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah. An official date that you'll plan."

She looked away for a few seconds to think and then she looked back at me and smiled.

"Okay. Your wish is my command. Change your clothes. We're going out on a date."

Author's note: Soo.. Naya and Heather will go out on a date, some alone time after the shocking events and some privacy for romance without Ashley interrupting them constantly. The next chapter will reveal Naya's fate of Glee and we'll just see whether Heather can be involved too or not :) See you guys soon!