A/N: This part/night is broken into three parts, so don't worry it will make a full loop by the next part. To make up for lost time, this chapter is a long one, and quite a bit happens. Hope you all like it!

I Am The Liar And You Are The Saint
Chapter 14

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010. It was a day Naya Rivera could never forget. A day that changed everything she knew… Naya imagined that if the world would end, it would feel a lot like this. Everything had been so great, almost perfect. Then everything had to get fucked up. It was a reminder that she was Naya Rivera… she could never get what she wanted. Reality crashed on her shoulders, making her realize she wasn't Santana Lopez who could easily tear down the world with a quirk of her eyebrow. She was anything but… 'Happily ever afters' were saved for fairy tales and heterosexual relationships. Naya would never get the luxury. She sat engulfed in a pool of sheets on a bed that was definitely not her own. She was clad in only very large, oversized shirt that hung over one shoulder and her undergarments. She pulled at the cut off tee, collecting the material between her fingers. She couldn't recognize it. She began to replay what happened the day before for the millionth time, forehead in the palm on her hand. As the images flooded her mind so did the unshed tears; she reminded herself of all the regretted actions and choices of the night before. When she woke up it was Wednesday, September 29th, 2010. Naya was utterly terrified of what the day was going to bring her next…

The thought filled her heart heavy with worry, sadness, and most of all guilt.

How did I let this go so far? You ruined everything…

September 28th, 2010: 7:15 AM

"Scarlett or Natalie?"

Naya scowled, swiveling in her hair and make-up chair, "Don't do this to me."

"What? It's a simple question!" Heather exclaimed with bright eyes. She sipped her coffee casually as she lay out sprawled on Naya's couch.

"Easy for you to say…"

It had been about five days since shooting the Duets scene, putting Naya somewhere on Cloud 9. Her weekend had consisted of nothing but Heather as their relationship had returned to that inseparable stage they had when they first met. Friday night after shooting the scene, Heather had come over and Naya made her dinner. The night was innocent, even though Naya had to get her head out of the gutter several times throughout the evening. Naya basically dished to Heather on her past… what could you call them? Female extravaganzas? Whatever they were, Heather joked and cried and held on to Naya at all the right moments.

The extent of their physical intimacy was simply cuddling on Naya's couch watching a marathon of Teen Mom. At the end of the night Naya decided to be chivalrous, and suggested Heather should go home for the night. It took all the will power and strength she had to do so. Naya's heart fluttered a little contentedly by the way Heather seemed so disappointed. But it was only appropriate. She knew if she stayed the night, Naya wasn't so sure if she would have been able to control herself. Just to clarify to others, namely Lea, when she closed the door she did not do her 'Naya' dance around her house nor did she squeal like a thirteen year old teen back from her first date… Oh, who was she kidding? She is a horrible liar.

To top it off, Heather told Naya that Nate was going to be gone for a few days to go back home to visit his family. His mom had enough of brief phone calls and vague texts. She demanded that her son come home to see the family. Nate tried to get out of it at first, his excuse being that he may miss the premiere of Heather's featured episode Britney/Brittany. But Heather guilt tripped him into going.

"There's no way I'm letting you ignore your mother…"

"But—"

"No buts! She already hates me enough when you decided to move so far from home for me. They're your family! You're going and that's that!"

Naya wasn't sure how she should take the information and why Heather had so insistently pushed Nate to go home. She didn't know if it meant something more or if Heather was just messing with her head again. Naya just tried her best to ignore it. She was going to take Nate's absence to her full advantage. Even if she was only limited to simply hanging out with her, she would take it. It was selfish, she wouldn't deny that. But she had a taste of Heather and she knew something was there. Now all she wanted was more.

After so many years carrying her secret heavily on her shoulders, the wonderful relief Naya had felt after she had consoled Heather about her sexuality was nonetheless liberating. She was surprised to find that the confession had somehow made the two even closer. It made her regret not telling Heather earlier, but it didn't matter… they were making up for lost time. It was as if they were restarting their relationship. They were discovering each other all over again and it felt amazing.

"Come on, Nay! Choose!"

"It's a hard decision! It's like choosing between champagne and vodka… It depends on the occasion…"

"You did not just compare women to alcohol… your analogies never makes sense," Heather replied with a snort.

"Okay now, you always diss on my perfectly ingenious comparisons. Can you suggest a better one?" Naya mocked.

"Nay, you're getting off topic. Answer the question," Heather said bluntly, a stern expression on her face that just made Naya want to giggle at her.

"Ugh, I don't know! If I really have to decide," Naya tapped her chin in thought, a slow smile spreading her lips. "They're ridiculously hot, and I would tap both… but since you're so adamant… I would say Scarlett."

Heather cocked her head to the side as she observed her now blushing friend. A wide grin beaming spread on her lips.

"Really?"

"Yeah… why? Were you expecting a different answer?" Naya chuckled, second-guessing her answer.

"Oh, well I don't know… I just always thought of you as a Natalie Portman kinda girl…" Heather admitted taking another sip from her coffee.

"I am… But like I said. I'm a huge sucker for blondes," Naya said smiling coyly. This time Heather blushed. Naya loved this. Openly flirting with Heather was the best thing ever… well second to kissing her.

"So…" Heather started again, shaking out of her reverie. "You're still staying over after the Brit/Brit episode airs right? A celebration is certainly in order…"

"Amen to that," Naya replied. She was physically drained. Shooting these past two days have been exhausting as they had been cramming the rest of filming Duets in and started voice recordings and costume fittings for the Rocky Horror Show episode. A break was very much needed. She wasn't quite sure how it happened, but Heather had invited her a while back when they were hanging out this past weekend to help set her house up so she could host the Britney/Brittany episode. If this were a month ago, Naya would have tried everything to get out of it. Somehow, Heather had willed out a 'yes' from Naya and now she was suddenly staying over the night on the eve of Heather's big debut.

"I take that as a yes then?"

"It's a definitely."

September 27th, 2010: 5:03 PM

Naya was literally counting down the minutes till she could get out of her Cheerios uniform and over to Heather's house. The cast had been sitting in the choir room for majority of the afternoon, filming several of the characters duets. Naya was pretty sure she wasn't the only one staring at the clock, because everyone seemed antsy. They were constantly conversing how Heather's party tonight was going to be the perfect opportunity to relax and catch up with the cast. According to Cory, it was also the perfect time to get wasted. Naya looked over to Heather who was sitting on the lower risers next to Kevin. Heather on the other hand seemed… anxious. It was slightly out of the ordinary for the normally overzealous girl, but Naya knew she must be nervous for the episode tonight. To be quite honest, she was too… but she was more nervous for other reasons; namely spending the whole night alone with a certain blonde.

"And that's a wrap!" Eric finally announced to the cast and they all let out a sigh in unison. "Good job everyone! Be thankful I'm letting you guys off a little earlier than normal… We all know tonight will be a big one! Today was hectic, but tomorrow's filming schedule looks a tad lighter… Hang in there, you're all doing great work. Have a great evening everyone!"

"Thank goodness…" Amber mumbled beside her. "I need my beauty rest, stat."

"Whoa Cover Girl, aren't you going to Heather's party?"

"Yes, which doesn't start till like 7:30, girl. That gives me plenty of time to catch up on sleep," she said getting up from her red plastic chair. Naya chuckled.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight," Naya replied, getting up as well. She sought out Heather already gathering up her things, she looked up and gave a small wave. Smiling brightly, the blonde gave a quick wink causing Naya to almost stumble down the bleachers. Lea who was standing nearby next to Dianna noticed. The shorter brunette sauntered mischievously over to Naya and poked at her sides. Dianna watched intently.

"Hey! Stop it!" Naya giggled, batting Lea's fingers away.

"What was that?" Lea said assumptions lacing her words.

"What was what?" Naya asked oblivious to what Lea was referring to.

"Oh come on…" Lea rolled her eyes and then whispered closely in her ear, "Heather is practically unzipping your cheerleading uniform with her eyes."

Naya looked back over to where Heather was standing off set. The blonde had pulled her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes were blatantly raking over Naya's thighs. She caught Naya's gaze and quickly snapped away her staring and began to pointlessly rummage through her bag. Naya smiled sheepishly.

"Wait…" Lea started getting Naya's attention back. "Are you two sleeping together?"

Naya glared at her.

"What? No, we—"

"Hey guys. What's going on?" Dianna butted in quietly, and Naya noted how she was fiddling with her fingers.

"Nothing," Naya answered quickly, hoping she hadn't overheard Lea's question. She looked around off set and noticed that Heather had already left to go change. Naya exhaled in relief that Heather wasn't around when the words were spoken.

"Don't think you're getting away from this that easily," Lea sung pointedly and Naya elbowed her roughly as she watched Dianna's eyebrow rise. Lea rubbed her arm.

"Ha ha… she's just kidding around," Naya fakely laughed through clenched teeth.

"Um… okay…" Dianna said looking between the two of them. "I just wanted to ask if either you wanted a ride with Alex and me to Heather's place tonight. I don't think her neighbors will appreciate the entire street being filled."

Naya could see out of the corner of her eye as Lea's face dropped by the mention of Dianna's boyfriend's name. The petite girl glowered at the floor, forcing Naya to answer the blonde's question.

"I was actually going to catch a ride with Heather back to her place since we carpooled this morning. Now that I mention that… I should probably go and change so she doesn't have to wait for me," Naya started to leave, but was stopped when Lea grabbed her arm and spoke up harshly.

"You're bringing Alex?" Naya could hear the stinging jealousy in Lea's voice. All she could do was stand there awkwardly. She waited, just in case Lea decided to go all rogue on the situation.

"Yeah… I asked Heather if it was alright. He is my boyfriend," Dianna spoke slowly and carefully. Naya had to physically wince at how she emphasized the last word. This was not going to be good…

"Oh really?" Lea said folding her arms across her chest. "Isn't this supposed to be a Glee cast only event? Right, Naya?"

"I… uh…well… it's just a…" Naya mumbled miserably as she was put on the spot.

Dianna started to fume as well, "I told you. I asked Heather and she said it was fine. I don't see what the problem is…"

"You know well what the problem is, Dianna," Lea accused.

"Okay… I think I'm just gonna let you two chat this out… I should really… go," Naya tried again to leave, but was stopped for the second time.

"No. You're staying," Lea angrily pointed at her. "I need a witness."

Naya was stuck.

"Don't be immature, Lea…" Dianna tried to plead softly.

"I'm not! I'm the one that's being realistic in this situation! You told me things weren't working out between you two!"

"Lea, let's not do this right now…"

"No, you told me he was becoming possessive, overbearing, and irrationally jealous," Lea listed out on her fingers. "And! You said he was stealing your phone to see who you've been talking to lately! Dianna that is not a normal relationship!"

"It's not like I can prove any of that though. Aside from that he's been nothing but loving when I'm with him. I don't think that's enough to break up with him…" Dianna tried to explain weakly. Naya could tell that this subject had been brought up on more than one occasion. This was all a sticky mess, one that Naya really did not want to be a part of.

"I'm tired of your excuses," Lea began angrily. "If you'll settle for being treated like this, fine. Just don't expect me to support it."

With that Lea marched off set, aggressively pushing the double doors open with a large smack. She certainly is a diva… Naya thought with a sigh. She looked back over to Dianna to be faced with a sight she had never seen before on the angelic blonde unless the cameras were rolling. She looked… heartbroken. All this was way more complicated that she thought.

"Hey… you okay?" Naya tried cautiously to the slouching, downcast angel.

"Yeah…" she mumbled. "I just can't do anything right…"

"I know the feeling," Naya reassured and Dianna's green, hazel eyes looked up at her.

"She's so frustrating sometimes!" Naya had to nod in agreement. "But I… I need to talk to her…"

"Maybe you should let me try? So you can both cool down a little before one of you decides to bite the others head off."

Dianna smiled weakly, "Thanks."

Being given the go-ahead, Naya ran off in search of the drama queen. Once she walked through the double doors, she found that Lea hadn't made it too far. Naya thought that Lea probably wanted to be found. The tiny brunette was pacing a hole into the ground, blundering away about how Dianna could do so much better. Naya sighed, heart sinking slightly at the sight of her friend. She knew the feeling. She never expressed it to Lea's extent, but she knew where the girl's heart was.

Naya started cautiously, making sure Lea wouldn't lash out on her.

"Hey, Lea? You okay?"

Hearing the Latina's voice, Lea's head snapped up alarmingly quick. Naya was sure the girl's spine should have cracked and she jumped from the sudden movement. Lea's dark brown eyes bored at her and Naya couldn't help but cower slightly. She couldn't believe she was cowering to a girl she could definitely take down in a fight.

"Does it look like I'm alright? You heard what was said back there Naya! Don't tell me you're not pissed either," Lea spat angrily.

"It's not her fault. You can't control how someone feels," Naya tried gently.

"He treats her like shit… she can do better," Lea spoke, her voice noticeably calmer.

"I don't disagree with you. She can totally do better. But we both know Dianna well enough to know she has an impeccable judge of character. There must be something about him that she sees that we don't… She obviously likes the dude to be trying so hard. I'm not saying he's a great guy or anything, when I met him he was a total doosh. So believe me, I'm on your side. There's just not much you can do when it's someone else's relationship…" Naya explained.

Lea didn't respond she just stood there pouting. Naya took the opportunity to approach her, placing a comforting hand on Lea's forearm.

"You just… have to remember your place sometimes. We're her friends first. We can tell her the truth all we want, but in the end it's her decision. It's not our place to tell her to break up with the guy or not. I know you care Lea, we all do… but give her a little break. She's trying her best to compensate."

Lea rolled her eyes which took Naya aback.

"Oh please… you're such a hypocrite."

Naya's eyebrows furrowed in frustration and her hand dropped from Lea's arm.

"What? Lea, I'm just trying to—"

"Help? Okay… Right. You tell me all this shit about how to be a friend first, well maybe you should teach yourself a little lesson if you know so much about friendship Naya. Here you are, destroying a perfectly happy relationship to have little selfish moments of fleeting touches and secret flirting. Some friend you are…" Lea mumbled grumpily.

"Lea, our situations aren't the same. Heather and I have a different relationship from you and Dianna," Naya tried. Lea was making her grow more enraged by the second.

"Oh please. You're making excuses to justify what you know is wrong, Naya. Just because you're all happy fucking Heather now doesn't mean you can be condescending towards mine and Dianna's friendship," Lea spoke bitterly causing Naya to fume angrily by the shorter girl's harsh words.

"I can't believe you right now…" Naya spoke lowly, deeply stung by Lea's harshness. "How could you say that? You know how I feel about her…"

Lea covered her small hands over her face, letting out a frustrated squeal.

"I just don't get it! It's not fair! You're so happy! Everyone is happy, except for me… You at least had a chance! You always had a chance with Heather because you two have always been Heather and Naya … And Heather's not afraid to show affection towards you… I never… I never…"

Lea started to choke on her words, shoulders heaving uncontrollably. However, the small girl held in her tears that Naya could see were threatening to spill at any moment.

"Hey…" Naya said comfortingly. She sighed deeply. She knew she shouldn't take what Lea said seriously. The girl was emotionally compromised, but still… she couldn't help how the words still stung like a horrible sun burn. It felt like this because she knew what Lea had said was true. She was a terrible friend.

Naya pulled her into a light embrace, calming the diva down.

"You're okay, Lea… You're okay… You just need to breathe."

"Why do I feel like this? I fucking hate how I feel like this," she mumbled.

"Because… you love her," Naya said quietly, pulling away and looking to her friend sincerely. "Listen… I obviously don't know what you and Dianna have and I'm not even going to try to understand what the hell is going on between you two right now. But she obviously cares about you and values your opinion greatly. She looked so broken when I left her."

Lea looked up to finally make eye contact with Naya, "I… I didn't mean to… well I meant to. I wanted her to feel like shit, but that's only because she makes me feel like shit."

Naya chuckled softly, "Well, you certainly did your job well."

"I just hate feeling so…"

"Out of control?" Naya finished and Lea looked to her knowingly.

"I just can't get ahold on myself," Lea murmured dismally.

"I know… Just take it slowly. But I really think you should apologize you know? Tension would be horrible at the party tonight…" Naya was trying her best to make sure this night was perfect for Heather. She didn't want any drama.

"I'm not apologizing for anything," Lea responded stubbornly. Naya looked to her in disbelief.

"Lea! Come on… I think you're blowing this a little out of proportion."

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry for something I am not sorry for. I meant what I said. Now that it's out there, I hope she realizes how he treats her."

"I told you, she cares about what you think! I don't know why, but she does. So she isn't going to let this go easily. Don't turn this ugly, Lea," Naya tried again… this was a lot harder than she thought.

Lea opened her mouth to respond but immediately closed it. Her eyes darted quickly over Naya's shoulder, making the Latina look to her quizzically. There was a glint in Lea's eyes that made her feel very uneasy. She tried to look in the direction of where Lea was staring to as she could faintly hear footsteps.

But then it happened so fast, Naya wasn't too sure what was really going on.

Lea took hold of Naya's chin and pulled her head down, crashing their lips together painfully. Naya was in shock. Her eyes were wide and frightened, while her lips were pressed in a thing line, unmoving against Lea's lips. It had to be the second most awkward kiss Naya had ever had, first being the first time a guy kissed her when she was a thirteen. Two words to describe that: dog slobber.

Lea parted and took two large steps backwards from Naya. Naya… well she was still in shock. To be correct, she was frozen in shock. She didn't move nor was she really breathing. Her eyes were still wide and mortified, staring at Lea. She was sure her face was ghostly white. Lea looked down avoiding Naya's gaze as well as the second person now in the room who witnessed such an awful kiss. Then panic sunk in. What the fuck just happened?

Naya turned around slowly to meet Dianna's judgmental eyes. She was quite a distance away from the two other girls. Naya knew she must have stopped dead in her tracks once Lea got a death grip on her chin and pulled her down. Disappointment and sadness was written all over her face and Naya began to shake her head furiously, hoping it would somehow tell Dianna what was going on. She looked so betrayed and even more crushed than before.

"I…" Dianna finally croaked. The sound of her voice made Lea crumple up in regret as she fiddled meaninglessly with her hands. "I am so sorry…"

Dianna looked between the two of them eyes clearly clouding with tears. The look was all too recognizable and Naya could see her begin to fluster absently.

"I didn't know… I should have… made myself known, or something… I didn't know," she kept repeating.

"No, no…" Naya began to explain. Oh please god no… "This isn't what it looks like at all Dianna," she said motioning between her and Lea. "This is all a complete misunderstanding."

Naya looked to Lea desperately.

"Right, Lea?"

The small brunette looked back up to Naya with an unreadable expression, then looked over to Dianna. Naya could see the anger and sadness swell in her eyes. All Naya could think was that this was, so fucked up… Lea shot a quick apologetic look to Naya and gave one final glance to Dianna who was pleading for her to say something with her eyes. But she didn't. Lea ran. Her legs bolted her away from the set, tears streaking her cheeks.

Naya slowly turned back to Dianna.

"Listen, Dianna… I…" she had no idea how to explain this, but Dianna stopped her.

"You don't need to explain. I get it… you guys are together or whatever… or I don't know. Whatever is going on I'm totally f-fine with it… I-I guess I was just… caught off guard," Dianna sniffled weakly, trying to hold back her tears.

"Dianna we're not—"

"It's okay… You don't have to deny it…"

"I'm not denying anything!" Naya spluttered.

"Good. You shouldn't. I'm not going to tell anyone. Promise. It never happened," Dianna concluded for the two of them.

"But—"

"Please, Naya… just leave it alone."

Dianna ran. Tears streaking her cheeks.

Naya was now left alone on an empty set lot, with nothing but a frazzled mind.

I'm fucked… I'm completely and totally fucked.

September 28th, 2010: 7:04PM

"I've been thinking about this all day," Heather groaned breathlessly.

"Mhm…" Naya agreed, her mouth a little occupied.

"So good… oh… so good," Heather continued to mumble over and over again.

Naya looked up at the blonde through her eyelashes and couldn't help, but smirk. Heather's face was laden in pure ecstasy as her eyes were closed delicately.

"Okay, now… Nobody wants to see you two have an orgasm all over a panini. Get a room," Ashley called out sarcastically, taking an inhumane bite from her own perfectly toasted sandwich.

"Oh shut up. You were practically bending over for Naya's guacamole last week," Heather replied.

"I wasn't the only one bending over for something of Naya's that night…" Ashley said knowingly in between crunches.

Heather sent her roommate a dangerous death glare and a good bruise to her shin. Ashley scowled and clutched at her now injured leg. Heather stuck her tongue out at her and Ashley immaturely stuck her's out in response. Naya couldn't help, but chuckle as the two bantered back and forth at the dinner table. She tried to cover her mouth as she snorted, but unfortunately she couldn't catch a few crumbs that sprayed from her lips. It was pretty nasty, she wasn't going to lie.

"Ew… I know that Heather is in the room and all, but please try to contain your bodily fluids Naya," Ashley joked. This time the Latina glared at her.

"You're just on a roll tonight aren't you?"

"Yeah, what's with all the sexual snides and references today?" Heather backed-up Naya.

"Hey, it's my job to make everything into a joke. I'm just shedding light on all this sexual tension in the room," Ashley admitted simply, rising her shoulders in frank admission.

Both girls starred daggers at the sarcastic brunette who took it as her cue to leave.

"Okay then, tough crowd..." she turned to Naya as she grabbed her plate, "I feel like making all that food for everyone was a little pointless Naya. We ended up eating more than half of it."

The three ladies looked around them with blank expressions at the half eaten platters of food that cluttered the kitchen. Naya looked to Heather and simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, we had to try them all… We don't want to serve our guests anything shitty…" Heather tried to justify.

"Right… First, you and I both know that we just kept "tasting" them because we can't get enough of Naya's amazing food. We should have learned from last time that trying always turns into "one more can't hurt anything but our love handles". Secondly, all you need is to supply them alcohol. Then they won't know the difference between good shit and bad shit," Ashley finished popping the last piece of her panini into her mouth.

Naya chortled, while Heather shook her head at her friend. She watched in admiration as that wonderful laughter sung from Naya's lips. She caught herself smiling uncontrollably and forced herself to look down, not to be caught. But Ashley had eyes like a hawk.

"Anyways… I think Heather and I have decided that you should just stay here permanently and be our slave. Or I guess we could pay for your services. And by services I mean all of them," she gave Naya a wink, tossing her dish in the sink and heading out of the kitchen.

Naya's eyebrow rose while Heather's cheeks flushed.

"She can be a little too suggestive sometimes…" Naya commented lightly.

"Yeah, you learn to just ignore it over time. When you really get used to it you start to think of some ingenious comebacks."

"You two are hilarious together. You're always feeding off of each other and it never seems to get old."

"What can I say? She's my sista from another mista," Heather said smiling widely as she leaned across the table closer to Naya.

"Hm… then what am I? Another cousin from some secret lovin'?" Naya replied, leaning forward as well. Heather cringed.

"That was horrible… I think it was your worst analogy yet," blue eyes danced with chocolate brown.

Naya laughed out again, leaning back into her former sitting position.

"You're right… that one was pretty lame, but I couldn't think of anything else that rhymed."

Heather took up Naya's hand that lay on the table between her two palms. She stroked the tan skin softly, fingertips toying with her the Latina's knuckles. The delicate touches were distracting Naya's brain, sending her sensory signals blasting on overload.

"I don't want to think of you as a cousin or a sister… or as any family relative at that…" she spoke quietly as she brought Naya's hand up to her lips and kissed her first two knuckles ever so softly. Naya had to suppress a sigh.

"Here you are, destroying a perfectly happy relationship to have little selfish moments of fleeting touches and secret flirting. Some friend you are…"

The painful words echoed in her mind and she regretfully slipped her hand from Heather's cradling palms and ended up squeezing both of her hands in her lap. Heather looked at her dejectedly. Ever since her conversation with Lea, Naya had started to do some rethinking which caused her to second guess herself once again. Naya felt like the villain in this situation. She was stealing Heather away from the good guy. The worst part was that she didn't even feel bad about it when she knew she should. She knew what she should do, but her heart wasn't letting her. She should leave Heather alone to let her sort this out by herself. But it was near impossible to stay away from the blonde. When had she gone from the best friend to the manipulative 'other' person?

Naya took a deep breath in, deciding that a little distance wouldn't hurt. It would help Heather make her decision clearly.

"You're right. I'm your best friend," she spoke with a weak smile.

Heather frowned and did nothing to hide it.

"No… That title doesn't do you justice. You definitely mean a lot more than that to me…" she said sincerely, tenderly brushing the stray strands of hair from Naya's face. Naya couldn't help but get caught up in Heather's deep, blue smiling eyes.

She's making this so difficult… if only she could decide and then I would literally bend her over and…

She blinked to break the eye contact, taking Heather's wrist and placing it back on the table to refrain from skin contact. Again, the blonde looked to Naya disappointedly.

"You know I feel the same way. I always have," Naya admitted. "But if we're not best friends, then what are we Hemo?"

Naya could see the clenching muscles in Heather's jaw as the blonde contemplated what to say. When she couldn't muster a word, Naya filled in the void.

"It's okay… I get it. I just… I wish sometimes I knew what this relationship was, that's all. Forget what I said," Naya stated, sending Heather a small comforting smile. "Come on. We should clean up this mess we made and at least try to make it look like we have a decent amount of food for everyone."

As she got up, the chair sent a chilling squeak in the kitchen, emphasizing the seclusion of the room. Heather didn't move, she only watched Naya walk over to the sink with their plates. The brunette turned on the facet and began to clean their dirtied dishes. A quizzical expression donned her brow. Heather had noticed that Naya had been acting strange from the moment her friend had fastened her seatbelt in her car. Something was off, and it was starting to worry her. Cooking and baking with someone always has always made Heather touchy feely. She was always the distraction, never doing any of the work. Everyone knew Heather epically fails at preparing any sort of meal, so it was hot watching Naya completely dominating her kitchen. But every time Heather would flirtatiously nudge Naya or flick a little salt or flour at her, the other girl would always hold back. Heather would notice how the Latina's eyes would spark up in excitement, but then she would burrow herself back into her shell scolding Heather to keep her germs to herself while handling food. At first she didn't think anything of it, but time after time it started to make Heather weary.

What if she's giving up on me? Panic swelled her chest. I hate making her wait… I don't want to make her wait. But there's Nate… Why does everything have to be so fucking complicated? I can't lose her.

The final thought made her stand up abruptly and walk over to Naya. She stood about a foot behind the shorter girl. She couldn't help her eyes as they slowly ran over her bare shoulder that was exposed from her cut off sweatshirt, then down to that perfectly rounded bottom which looked more than amazing in those rather short denim shorts. Heather was pretty confident she was drooling and it wasn't from the platters of food surrounding her. She couldn't believe how much of a perv she was checking out her best friend like this… and in her kitchen.

Heather closed the distance between their bodies by taking one final step. Naya stopped her scrubbing as she could feel Heather's breath softly tickling the back of her neck. Then, warm hands played at her waist and began to encircle around her abdomen. Heather pulled Naya in, back flush into her chest causing the shorter girl's breath to hitch with the presence of the warm body. It didn't surprise either woman how they magically fit so perfectly. Naya removed her hands from the luke warm water and had to place them on either side of the sink in order to keep herself from completely melting into Heather's arms. Her eyes involuntarily fluttered closed.

Heather reached over and turned the tap off, letting the kitchen return to its previous state of silence. She replaced her hand on Naya's waist pulling her in even closer in their embrace and nuzzled her nose into the back of her neck. She breathed in the strong scent of raspberry, cinnamon coffee; the most wonderful blend of the most random fragrances.

"Heather…" Naya breathed out quietly.

"You've been acting a little different ever since we got back to my place. I feel like you're pushing me away again… Why?" Heather mumbled softly into Naya's neck, making her shiver.

"I… I don't mean too. I just don't know anymore…" Naya replied. She did know, it was just ridiculously hard to think of words when Heather was pressed against her in all the right places.

"You don't know how much I wish I could give you an answer to everything… I know I'm difficult…"

"You're not difficult, Heather… It's normal."

"Still… I know it takes a lot for you to wait like this. And it sucks because…"

Heather shifted Naya's dark locks to one shoulder, completely revealing the luscious caramel skin of her neck. She placed one small kiss on the juncture of her collarbone on her shoulder.

Oh god… Naya thought, her hairs standing on edge with heightened sensation.

"I can't stop thinking about you," she whispered and gave Naya's shoulder another kiss.

"H-Heather…" Naya croaked, her throat was completely dry.

"Is that horrible?" another kiss. Heather's tantalizing, feather-light kisses approached her neck making Naya crane her head to give the blonde better access.

Yes, Naya thought, but she couldn't make herself say it out loud. The little demon inside her wanted those lips everywhere.

Evident arousal was coursing through Heather as the blood had risen to her cheeks, causing an apple red blush. Her kisses had changed far from friendly as she let her lips linger on Naya's shoulder much longer than she should. The taste of that caramel skin was just too delicious to resist. Naya's head was dangerously spinning as she couldn't stop what was happening; more like she didn't want to stop what was happening. Her body had completely taken over control, as a low moan escaped her throat. Heather placed a light nip on the tender part of her shoulder and she examined the small bite mark that was left. It probably wasn't smart, but Heather didn't care. Heather's fingers began to tease underneath the hem of Naya's sweater, finger pads savoring the feel of the creamy soft flesh. Her other hand began to wander daringly lower as she toyed experimentally with the button of Naya's shorts.

"Heather… wait… I-I don't think we should… oh…" Naya was stopped when Heather reached her pulse point and expertly sucked. A wave of pleasure coursed down Naya's body and she shuddered as Heather's hot tongue lavished her skin. I guess I deserve this… I did give her the same torturous treatment when we were filming the other day.

Heather's kisses became feverish, determined to kiss every patch of available skin on that shoulder and she didn't even care if this was considered cheating… Cheating was actually the last thing on her mind. All she could focus on was the way that Naya kept moaning her name… over and over and over… The simplest sounds emanating from the tiny girl was sending shock waves through Heather's body. She really, really wanted to send all those food platters off the kitchen table and lay Naya down for her next meal… Wow, kinky much Heather? The blonde simply smirked into the crook of Naya's neck at her incredibly horrible mind.

"This is what I want, Naya… I want you…" Heather breathed hot and heavy into the Latina's ear. Heather wasn't sure if she had said it impulsively from the heat between their bodies and the seducing taste of Naya's skin or if it was truly what she wanted.

Naya's eyes fluttered open at the words.

"Wh-What?" Naya managed out breathlessly. She wasn't sure if she had heard the words correctly. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her.

She turned her head just as Heather resurfaced from her neck. The change in position put their lips mere millimeters apart. There was a slight fleeting panic in Heather's eyes as she realized what she had just admitted to Naya. She wasn't sure if she meant it. It scared her that she had all the power to destroy this wonderful person in her arms if she was misleading her. But the almost nonexistent space made Naya's lips practically undeniable to kiss and Heather was compelled to lean forward to close the gap. Mouths were captured instantly, eyes fluttering closed in shared content. Their lips melded together in that all too familiar way, yet this time all hesitancy was gone and a new sense of heated need replaced it. Heather couldn't get over how Naya's lips always felt like sweet, warm clouds. They never failed to disappoint her. Whenever her lips moved against hers Heather could feel how Naya felt… how much Naya loved her. That's how she knew…

Yes… I want you…

She grabbed at the back of her neck, deepening the feel of that softness.

Naya moaned. Loudly. So loud she was afraid Ashley may hear, but the thought didn't stop her. Heather will always have that way of making her head go blank. She felt Heather's tongue easily slip between her parted lips as it sweetly caressed her own. Naya began to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen and luckily Heather broke the kiss. It left Naya gasping for air as the taller blonde began to leave feather light kisses down the column of her neck. The sudden air spilling into her lungs helped Naya think a little more clearly.

It shouldn't be like this…

"W-Wait… Heather. Stop," Naya spoke out with a hint of firmness in her voice. She grasped Heather's shoulders, gently pushing their bodies apart. She desperately wanted Heather to continue. She's wanted this so long, but she didn't want it to be like this. Not while Heather's heart was still half taken by someone else…

The sudden lack of contact had Heather in a daze, her eyes half-lidded and filled with darkened lust. She swallowed and tried to catch her breath, trying to rid of the pleasure building in her tummy and between her legs.

"Wha… What? What's wrong?" Heather said breathlessly.

"We can't do this…" Naya mumbled slipping away from Heather and fleeing to the other side of the kitchen and out of touching distance so not to tempt herself. "Not like this."

Heather had to grip the counter ledge from falling over. Her head was all fuzzy. She was pretty confident no one has ever made her feel that way after a make-out session. Not even Nate.

"But… Naya, I…" Heather tried and Naya waited her to finish, but she never did. She was lost on how to describe how she felt.

Naya sighed and folded her arms across her chest protectively.

Eyes downcast she mumbled, "You have Nate…"

Heather's heart dropped with guilt at the reminder. Oh god Nate… She hated all this. She hated herself. She hated how she didn't feel bad about anything she just did three seconds ago. She hated herself even more because she really wanted to run across the room and capture Naya's lips again…

"I'm not going to let you cheat…" Naya whispered almost inaudibly.

Fuck… why do I have to be the goodie good here? Naya cursed, watching Heather's face fall.

All Heather could do was give a small nod, her head was spinning in a flurry. Just say you don't care! Tell her you'll break up with him once he gets back. Explain how you've wanted to for so long now. Tell her how you have been thinking and that you've known you're answer since forever but have been too afraid to admit it. Say how much you want her and only her. How much you… Heather couldn't finish the thought as Naya turned to leave the kitchen to give the two of them time to recollect before the rest of the cast came over.

"Nay," she beckoned quickly. Naya stopped, looking hopefully back at Heather. "I…"

Heather choked. Say… something!

"I don't want to cheat," Heather said bluntly.

Well not that idiot…

Naya's shoulders slumped. Defeated. I guess that's that. You've got your answer Rivera. Are you happy now? Naya held herself together as she looked to Heather with all the love she could muster in her eyes.

"I know, Heather. That's why I won't let you. You won't have to worry about it anymore," Naya tried not to choke, but failed miserably. She walked briskly out of the kitchen making a sharp left to the bathroom. She wouldn't let Heather see her breakdown. It wouldn't be fair to Heather and it would just be pathetic for Naya. She should have known better. But what can you do when you're always chasing after false hope?

Heather stood in her lonely kitchen hopelessly. Nothing but most delicious food surrounded her, but she found she was only hungry for the one thing she let go.

I can't lose her… Now that I know I can't let her go like that.

Heather thought, determination building. Naya's habit of always assuming things to quickly has to be set straight. Heather needed to make her understand. No more uncertainty, no more reading between the lines, no more lies…

I won't lose her.