One Month Later- Heather POV

With our first Christmas as a couple, Naya and I were going good. I stayed at her place most nights, only returning to get clothes or if she had an earlier call time than me. We had only been together for a few months but we were already planning our future.

I walked onto set on one of the rare occasions that I wasn't with Naya. There was a few Christmas decorations around, though they were harder to see in the light. At the entrance there was a tinsel around the gate and outside each trailer a few lights had been hung up.

I hugged my jacket around me. Compared to summer, I could definitely feel the temperature drop.

A few moments later Harry came up to me and started talking about a dance we were going to start shooting in the afternoon. "So I was talking to Zach and we both agreed that it would be better that we repeated the first motif after the second one, to give it a sense of fluidity. Do you agree?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess that makes sense. Can we talk about this when we get on set?" Normally I would enjoy talking about dancing with Harry but as we turned the corner I had caught sight of my girlfriend through the window of our trailer and that was all I could think about right now. Her hair was pulled of her face and she was wearing her cute little glasses. Her eyes were focused down in concentration, probably reading the new script that we would get today.

"Ok, see you later." Harry walked off in the direction of his trailer, while I continued to mine, muttering half a goodbye.

I sneaked up to the window so that I was right underneath her. I could hear her singing softly to herself. Her voice never failed to enchant me so I stayed underneath for a while, just listening, forgetting completely that I had been planning to jump out at her.

"You know if you're going to sneak up on someone, you have to be a lot more quiet." I tried to answer back but I had no answer. I didn't know how she knew I was there. For the whole time her eyes had been trained down on the paper in front of her, a highlighter in her other hand.

"I wasn't...-

"It's fine, just come in babe. You look cold." She put down her script and walked round to open the door for me.

She sat back down and continued to read while I took off some of my layers. You would have thought that I was trekking to the North Pole. "What are you reading?" I asked.

"Just the script for the next episode. I wanted to get it out of the way before the break. It's only a week so I want to have as much time as possible to spend with you." She gave me a smile before putting the script and a highlighter down so that she could help we take off the scarf that I had managed to twist several times round myself as well as getting it stuck in my hairband.

"So what do you have planned for us?" She though for a second before answering. "Well we have two options. Firstly we could go out a lot. Some of the cast are having Christmas parties and we've been invited to a couple events or we could spend the whole time snuggled tightly in bed while watching endless Real Housewives and America's Next Top Model re-runs."

"So it comes down or being lazy or not being lazy. Now if quite obvious what your preference would be so I'm going to go along with that. We should spend the whole time under the covers but definitely not watching Real Housewives. I will allow America's Next Top Model though." Naya was a bit annoyed at my veto on her favourite television show but there was no way that I was going to sit through hours of bitch fights and spray tan tips.

"Fine." She pretended to be annoyed but I knew it would pass. I lay back with her on the sofa. Letting her finish marking her lines on the thick script she was holding in her hands while I ran my fingers through her long black hair. She was soon finished and turned to face me. She ran her fingers down my face stopping to cup my chin and lent forward before a sharp ring came from under us.

"God, if that is Ben again, I'mma shoot him. Ten times he's called me today. Ten times and it's not even midday. She felt under us before pulling out a rather battered IPhone.

Naya POV

"How many times do I have to tell you. No, I don't want to go to any parties or events. It's my break and I want to spend it with my incredibly hot girlfriend. Do you have a problem with that?" I should have probably have checked who was calling me before I started my rant.

"Naya Marie Rivera, that is no way to speak to your mother. I was calling to have a nice chat and you accuse me of such dishonest untruths. Is that how you answer the phone to everybody?

"No mum, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. What did you want to talk about?" I sent an apologetic look Heather's way but she just smiled and beckoned for me to continue. She picked up the script and seemed happy to just read it while I talked.

"Well, since it is coming up to Christmas I thought it would be good if we could all get together. Mychal has a break in his season. Nickayla as well and I know for a fact, because of your outburst, that you are free as well. I will make a big dinner, like always and we can catch up as a family." How my mother always managed to turn everything I said back of me was an amazing skill.

"I'm sorry but Heather-

"You may bring along your 'incredibly hot girlfriend' if you want. You know that I want to meet her." I cringed, I wish she hadn't been listening so carefully.

"I don't think it is a good time for us to be coming. We're just excited about spending our first Christmas together as a couple. Going somewhere else isn't a good idea." I hoped she understood. I had gone and seen her at Thanksgiving when Heather stayed with Ashley.

"We'll come to you then."

"Wait what?"

"Sorry honey have to go. See you in a few days." I went to tell her no but she had already hung up and when I tried to call her back there was no answer.

"What did she want?" I tried to answer but to be honest I had no idea what had just happened. A five minute conversation had ended with my mother, father, brother and sister all coming to spend the holidays with Heather and I.

"I think we have to change our plans. It's now a Rivera Family Christmas.

A/N

Ok, I know the chapter isn't much for how long it took to update but I've been working on the idea for my next story and I've narrowed it down to three ideas. I'm going to give you the beginning of each of them and it's up to you for which one I write next. They are all mainly AU and future fics but I will use some of the background information from the show. Here goes:

Idea 1 (Don't have a definite title for any of them yet :s)

Santana Lopez was a good teacher. A great one, actually, but teaching at Green Park High School had removed any aspirations that she had once had.

She no longer cared if the students enjoyed her lessons as she knew none of them were even listening, save the odd student who sat in the front row for every lesson and took notes diligently. She always felt sorry for that student, maybe with a better education they would have been able to go places.

She no longer tolerated any misbehavior as if she let one kid off with a warning the whole class would quickly dissolve into chaos. Every comment or action, out of place, would immediately cause the accuser, and sometimes the rest of class, to have to write a thousand word on a meaningless subject.

She no longer had the hope instilled in her that was there when she became a teacher. What drew her to the career was the belief that one day, in the future, she may be able to change one child's life. Give then an invaluable life lesson. Lead them to a career full of success and recognition but all she had to show for the last five years was a long list of high-school dropouts.

She was awoken from her daze with the sound of a loud intercom- "Would Miss. Lopez please report to the Principal's office. Please can please report to the principal's office, immediately." She looked up at her class. They were meant to be reading the introduction of a few stories written by an author called BrittanaHeyaOTP and reviewing them to comment on which they thought was the best but instead they were chucking paper balls and aimlessly doodling on scrap paper. They probably wouldn't even realise her leaving.

Santana eased herself up from the chair. Smoothed out her tailored suit before walking down the corridor to the principal's office. She ignored the small groups of students that were meant to be in lessons. She was ushered in by an old secretary before taking her seat opposite the old principal. He had been at the school for something ridiculous like 35 years and looked as if he hadn't moved from his chair that whole time. The area behind his back seemed to be the same colour as his thin greying hair and every time he went to pick something up the leather stayed moulded to the contour of his shoulder.

"I have brought you here today to give you some bad news." Normally hearing these words would mean that she was going to be fired but she had never know anyone to be fired from this school. There was a Spanish teacher who was discovered to not know any Spanish but just been teaching her pupils made up words. The school let her stay on as the new Librarian

"With some budget cuts, I'm afraid to tell you that all teacher's pay is to be cut." I stared at him in disbelief. I was currently being paid just over minimum wage. I was barely keeping up my rent. I couldn't handle earning any less.

"What. You're barely paying us anything now." He folded his arms around his chest defensively.

"I understand you frustration but you are one of the lucky ones. Many people had to be laid off and if money is an issue I have a solution. You may help part-time with one of the positions that are vacant. There are janitorial positions, canteen jobs are available. Also, we couldn't afford to keep any teacher assistants in out Nursery school so that is another option."

I didn't like the sound of any of them. I didn't like cleaning. I wasn't willing to put my hair in a hair-net. The best seemed the job in the Nursery. "I'll take the nursery one. What are the times?"

"I will arrange for the few afternoon lessons that you to be moved to the morning." The school had decided that there was no point in teaching the children in the afternoon as so many had started to go home after lunch. "Then you can work in the afternoon at the Green Park Nursery and help them to tidy up after. Please report to tomorrow at 1pm."

Idea 2-

The worst nightmare for any mother is the doctor's waiting room. Whether it is for a simple check-up, once your become a mother your child's life is valued above all others, including yours. Santana looked down at the small girl sat on her lap and had to try very hard to contain the tears that threatened to escape the strong barrier she had placed in her eyes. She had to stay strong, it was probably only a break, but she still felt like it was her fault. It had happened so fast but that didn't matter. What mattered is that she had broken the one promise she had always hoped she wouldn't. She had allowed harm to come to her daughter.

Emily was being very brave. In the time it had taken Santana to realise that it was serious to now, her tears had all dried up and she was carefully supporting her weak arm with the other. Her dark hair was in a mess having only just woken up when it happened and she was still wearing her ducky pyjamas.

Santana leaned over to place a small kiss on her daughter's head. She knew that Emily wouldn't be patient for very long. She was only five. Correction, she was five and a half, the half was very important.

Santana started to grow impatient. It seemed that everybody was being checked before them though they had been there the longest. Who cares if that knife in the man's head may have blinded him or that that woman's leg had to be operated on straight away or it would have to be amputated. Her girl was in pain.

Finally a nurse called for them. "Miss Lopez, we're ready to see you now. Dr. Pierce is waiting for you in Room 5. Santana followed the lady's instructions. Carrying, a now whimpering Emily, carefully to avoid any contact with her arm. She looked for Room 5 and wasn't surprised when it was after Room 4 and before Room 6.

She knocked lightly and was surprised when it was opened by a tall, blonde woman. "Sorry, I'm looking for . The nurse told me Room 5." The lady smiled, "Well then you've come to the right place. I'm and you must be ."

"Sorry, I didn't expected you to be so prett...pretzel." Santana had no idea what she was saying. Pretzel, really. It wasn't often that somebody caused her to loose her cool.

was kind enough to pretend that Santana hadn't just called her a pretzel. "So who's this beautiful girl in the amazing ducky pyjamas. You must be at least ten." This caused Emily to show a little smile. "You're silly. My name's Emily, ducks are my favourite animal in the whole wide world and I'm five and a half."

"Five and a half. The half's very important. Now Miss. Lopez why don't you put Emily down on the bench and we can see what's wrong with her." Santana gently seated Emily on the seat and let Dr. Pierce look at her arm. "So how did this happen." Santana didn't want to tell her the full truth and so was vague about it, "I'm not completely sure, she went downstairs early and I heard a scream." carefully touched Emily's arm and it caused Santana to wince every time her daughter cried out in pain. "Ok, it's very likely to be a break but the good news is that I don't think it's a bad one. I'm going to take Emily to the x-ray machine. I hope you don't mind but you'll have to wait here. We'll be no more than 15 minutes." Santana nodded weakly but was slightly comforted by the sight of the beautiful doctor who was holding her child and whispering soothing words in her ear, "Don't tell anyone but ducks are my favourite animal in the whole wide world and I might have a secret ducky lollipop for you to have, when we've finished checking your arm."

Idea 3-

Brittany's always had a dream. From the first time that her older sister showed her Britney Spears's 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' video when she was seven, she knew that the only thing she ever wanted to do was dance. At that time her dream had seemed easy. All she had to do was take dance classes and eventually she would be a famous dancer, but the reality was a lot more complex. Even after graduating from Juilliard, at the top of her class, she was finding it hard to get work. Originally she was told she wasn't experienced enough, now she was being told that she was getting too old.

She had gotten a few jobs in music videos and she had helped to choreograph for some upcoming artists but nothing had ever come of it. Sure, she loved her job as a dance teacher in her dance studios, co-owned with her best friend, Mike. The smile that dance brought to her young students face was exactly the same as her at that age. But it wasn't enough. She had imagined herself centre stage in front of a packed audience, chanting her name so many times that she couldn't stop at anything less.

This was why she was so excited when she had heard of these new auditions. It was to become a principal dancer on a nation-wide tour for one of the best new artists around.

As Brittany made her way to the dance studios to practice, she felt determined. She needed to nail this and to do so she needed to come up with her best piece ever. The studios were still dark and she felt immediately at home when she flipped the switch, lighting the main room to show the large, polished, wooden surface- facing the wall-length mirror. She took off her jacket and got work.

By the time she had finished, three hours later, her body was dripping in sweat. She finished the last move in her newly created piece and was met with a clap. She turned to see Mike standing in the doorway. She hadn't even noticed him come in.

"That was amazing Brittany. Definitely the best I have ever seen you dance. Was this for that audition you have next week. What's it for again?" Brittany took a second to get her breath back before answering. "Thank you but I need a lot of work to be ready for this. It's going to be one of my last chances. I have the girl's name in my bag, one sec."

Brittany walked over to her sports bag that lay abandoned across the other side of the room. She pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. Turning it the right way round before reading the name. "It's for a singer called Santana Lopez."

Hoped you enjoyed at least one of them. I promise that my updates will get a lot more regular as soon as school is finished in a week. I will finish 'For Her Brittana Was Always Endgame' before this new story is published- which ever one you choose- but choosing now will allow me to have some chapters ready in advance.

If you like any of them tell me or it may be a very long time before I come back to that idea.

Keep reading, reviewing and enjoying.

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