AN: As always, I need your opinion in keeping this fic running. There's a question at the end of the chapter that I'd appreciate feedback on, because it could potentially turn into a pretty big storyline, if you feel that it should. So, read, review, and most importantly, enjoy! Then please let me know what you think about this possible line I'm tossing out.
"Hemo, what the hell are you two doing?" Rather than responding, she simply flashed a cheeky smile over her shoulder and continued the intricate motions her fingers were currently engaged in. "And don't say it's not what it looks like."
Feigning a look of embarrassment for a millisecond, her expression soon shifted into a smirk. "It's exactly what it looks like," she teased, complete with her signature wink.
"How much longer is this going to take?" the voice beneath her sounded, sending a chortle through her throat.
"That's not something I hear a lot." Kevin tried to stifle his laughter, while simultaneously pushing away unwanted mental images, while Chord simply stood, gob smacked and lacking words. "And it shouldn't take much longer, I promise."
People fluttered in and out of the hair and makeup trailer as the news of Brad's corn rows spread across the set, and soon multiple photos had been taken, and with Heather's begrudging approval, tweeted. She tried hard to fight a grin when Brad showed her Naya's tweet in return, saying that she'd done "such a better job" than the brunette could have, and fought laughter even harder when Kevin leaned over and asked if they were still talking about corn rows. His eyebrow waggle and Chord's clueless expression made the fight impossible however, and she spent the rest of her time on set giggling with the two until they had to report for filming.
Grabbing her phone the first chance she had after a few more run throughs of a performance, she tilted her water bottle back, taking a long swig and tapping in her lock code quickly.
Coming out scene is OUT! ;) I told you he'd do it. xx N
She tapped the link, bringing up the link and watching one of the many scenes she and Naya had filmed together that had hit the cutting room floor due to "episode restraints." They still hadn't figured out where along the higher ups the scenes had been getting cut, given that some of the directors had them kissing at every spare moment, and yet those interactions hadn't made it past the final decisions either. She had a sneaking suspicion that Brad had fought for them, more so than any of the others, but he was only one person, and he could only do so much.
Naya woke several hours later to a flurry of text messages, rolling her eyes and groaning as she scrolled through her inbox. Heather was apparently on her way home, Dianna missed her and wanted to remind her that her episode of the Glee Project was airing the next night, and Nickayla simply wanted to check in. Her last text was from Matt.
Dropping off the face of the planet for a bit. If you need me, you can find me the usual ways.
She knew better than to question it, and honestly, at this point, she didn't much care. Her only feelings toward being woken up by the incessant dinging of her cell phone were professed in a post on Twitter that she happily retweeted.
Hell hath no fury like a woman who has accidentally napped.
Moments later, she heard the front door open, and in sidled the person she'd been away from for the majority of the day. Still sleepy, she stifled a yawn while raising her arms and beckoning Heather toward her, at which point, with a slight smile and shuffling motions, the blonde dropped her bag, slipped off her shoes, and collapsed on top of Naya, sighing contentedly.
"Long day babe?" she giggled into the long waves dusting her cheek.
"The longest. I didn't get to sleep all afternoon like someone I know," she chided, pressing teasing pokes into Naya's sides. "And then I come home to no dinner, a messy house, and a half-asleep woman? What kind of housewife are you?" Her blue eyes twinkled, coming back to life after an exhausting day of shooting as the brunette's fists connected solidly with her shoulders, sending punch after punch through a fit of giggles.
Naya slid out from beneath her, pressing a long kiss to her lips, making sure to envelope the tiny freckle above Heather's lip in the embrace before hopping off of the couch and heading into the kitchen.
"Honey, I was totally kidding," the blonde backpedaled. "You don't have to fix me anything."
Naya tilted her head into the doorway, holding out a stack of takeout menus. "I wasn't planning on it," she grinned. "So, sushi or pizza?"
Curled up on the couch in her trailer, Naya had her feet tucked underneath her as she scribbled furiously on the page before her, repeatedly scratching out and rewriting her words, lost within the blue lines. Her focus was suddenly broken by a flash of blonde through her door and incredulous laughter permeating through the previously silent space.
"And this is why everyone of us needs to have a blog." She flopped onto the couch beside the still slightly disgruntled brunette and tugged insistently at the pocket to her sweatpants, trying to gain hold of Naya's phone.
"What the hell are you doing Heath?" she hissed, quickly shutting her notebook and tossing it to the side, fighting off the blonde's advances.
"Give me your phone so I can show you something. Di called to tell you, but you didn't answer." Heather paused, listening intently before twisting back to Naya and dropping her cell into the girl's lap. "She wants to talk to you."
"Give up your phone Rivera. It's worth the lack of control, I swear."
"Di - " Despite her protests, she felt her phone being tugged from her pocket successfully and she stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend in retaliation.
"Don't forget about the dirt picture. That was gold and you know it, and this is even better."
She bit back a scoff before Heather proudly turned the phone back toward her, showing a manipulation of Naya as Pocahontas, and after the few seconds of shock wore off, her bursts of laughter were equivalent to, if not louder than the blonde's had been. She found herself gasping for air as she fought through the chuckles, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Oh my god, Di. That's hilarious, and scarily realistic."
"Better I show you these than the even more creepily realistic manips of you and Hemo with multiple children, or you know, the two of you goin' at it."
In her peripheral vision, she saw Heather's hands flinch, and she raised a solitary finger. "Don't even think about googling that Hemo." Dianna's breathy laughter sounded on the other end of the line and the blonde plopped next to Naya on the couch gave out a reluctant grunt of disapproval. "Thanks Lady, I needed a pick-me-up this afternoon, and this was perfect."
"Never doubt the power of the tumblr fandoms." She paused, biting her lip. "Don't ask, okay? Just let it go and don't ask."
Naya giggled through her goodbye and hung up the phone, trading it with Heather for her own, her fingers moving quickly against the screen before she locked it, slipping it back into her pocket. She then twisted around, tugging the blonde in between her legs and slipping the straps of her tank top of her shoulders, hearing a moment's protest before her thumbs dug into the tense muscles there and Heather turned into a human sized pile of jelly at her touch. She skillfully worked her fingers across the freckled back, gliding across smooth muscles and dipping into the knots forming steadily between her shoulder blades until the blonde had fallen asleep against her, snoring lightly. Careful not to jostle her, she slipped her phone out of her pocket, any other attempt at entertainment too risky as she was unwilling to wake the sweetly sleeping blonde against her. Refreshing her Twitter feed, she bit back a laugh at Grant's response, her silent giggle rumbling through her chest and causing Heather to murmur in her sleep. Holding her breath for a moment, she watched as her girlfriend curled back up, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding tight.
It was nearly an hour later, when she knew Heather needed to head back onto set that she roused the girl, rubbing small gentles in her back and whispering quiet words to slowly pull her back into consciousness. Bleary eyed, blue eyes focused on brown, and Naya received a sweet smile in response.
"Would you totally hate me if I said I already started teasing the fans?" Still fighting the dredges of sleep, the blonde could do nothing more but lazily raise an eyebrow, provoking a soft chuckle to fall over her girlfriend's lips. She tilted the phone toward Heather who, despite her lingering grogginess, couldn't hide the smirk coloring her features.
"Paint with all the colors Nay?" she nearly mumbled, shaking her head lightly before noticing the time, and dropping her head back onto the other woman's chest. "I don't want to go back. I'm exhausted."
"I know sweetie, but it's not much longer, and I'm about to head home to start cooking something for dinner. Gotta live up to my wifey type status, right?" She winked before pulling Heather up to a sitting position with her, pecking her gently before rising. Hands held out, she lifted the blonde from the couch and caught her in a warm embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around the girl's waist. "So go finish up, and I'll have something better than pizza waiting for you when you get home, okay?"
Heather nodded sweetly, pressing a last kiss to Naya's cheek, muttering a simple, "I don't deserve you," before heading out the door and toward the hair and makeup trailer.
The two girls teasingly pinched at Chord's stomach, continually joking about how it was clearly his excess fat that was causing the earthquakes while he ran through dance rehearsals. He feigned upset, but couldn't keep a grin from fighting across his face.
"Heard one of the new girls is getting slushied tonight." The three all turned, coming face to face with oversized jewelry and light brown hair held back by a signature headband. Squealing, Naya ran toward the newcomer, having not seen Vanessa since Mexico. Once the brunette had detached herself, Heather pulled her in for a hug as well, playfully ruffling her hair.
"Do you know who it is?" Chord questioned, "Because I think they all need to get slushied at least once. It's Glee Club tradition. We can catch them in the middle of an earthquake again and blame it on the shaking ground."
"I still haven't felt any of these alleged earthquakes," Naya grumbled. "I feel simultaneously blessed and kind of gipped to be honest."
Heather quickly intervened, knowing she didn't have long to save herself before they'd go back to the rest of the sixteen hour day they were promised upon arriving that morning. "A few characters haven't been slushied. Sugar, right? Did Rory ever, or Matt?"
Naya turned toward the blonde, mouth open. "You've never been slushied."
"Sure I have," she said quickly, turning to go back to set. Chord and Naya both immediately grabbed her arms and pulled her back toward them.
"No, you haven't," Vanessa reiterated.
"I'm starting a Twitter petition," Chord joked. "This is unacceptable. We'll just catch you the same time as whoever else is getting slushied tonight."
"Then I will make sure that I am far, far away from all of you," she muttered, rolling her eyes. It wasn't until Naya whispered something entirely inappropriate in her ear regarding how to get the slushie off of her body that she wasn't completely opposed to the idea. Granted, not even that thought held much weight, and she shook her off, waggling a finger in her direction. "You will not seduce me into being hit with syrupy ice."
Naya sighed as she leaned back into the warm body behind her, raven hair tickling Heather's cheek. The water surrounding them was almost scalding, but both could feel their muscles relaxing, the brunette due to her incapability of relaxing, and the blonde from sixteen hour rehearsal days. Heather's hands took purchase where her girlfriend's had earlier, calming the tense muscles just underneath caramel skin as Naya hummed in approval, eyelids fluttering shut.
Pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's shoulder, Heather's voice shook when she finally found the words caught in the back of her throat. "Do you ever worry about us?"
The brunette simply nodded slightly, tracing shapes into the blonde's thighs, hidden beneath the soapy water. Taking a deep breath in, she thought carefully about how to say what it was that had been floating around in her head for a few weeks now, alternating between flooding the forefront of her mind and taking a definitive backseat to the bone crushing sense of happiness she felt every morning she opened her eyes to long blonde locks covering her pillow. "I don't think I worry about us so much as I worry about everyone around us trying to ruin us. Does that make sense? I feel like every time I turn around, there's something or someone trying to get in our way and separate us, and it's been like that for such a long time now that I'm not sure how to function otherwise. If we do get to stop fighting to be together, we'll have to adjust to that, as fucked up as it is, you know? I worry that eventually, it's going to be too much, and you'll walk away. I worry that it, this, us, I will hurt you. I worry that I'll have to watch another one of our cast mates kiss you every day. I worry that your family won't react well. I worry - "
Listening to her words run together, growing quicker, less cohesive, and even less understandable, Heather quickly turned Naya's face toward her, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss and effectively stopping her train wreck of a tangent. "I worry that you worry too much," she breathed out as they pulled apart, flashing a cheeky grin as the brunette fell to her chest, taking nearly heaving breaths.
"I worry that too."
AN: Sincerely apologetic about the wait, because as far as my own expectations for an updating schedule, I feel like it was unacceptable. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the chapter (a little humor, a little fluff), and feel the need to review.
If anyone has any photos or news from the 10th I believe, whatever was going on with Kevin, Naya, and Steven Taylor (a photographer), I'd appreciate some information on that. I've also got an idea as to how to work in the sudden multiple gym tweets Naya has posted.
And the big question of the day!
Heather was spotted at an UDA Dance Camp with her sister, who is a pom coach. Would you all be strongly opposed to her coming out to her sister during that time frame? It seemed like an appropriate turn of events, given that the Morris family has been left out of this fic entirely due to lack of information regarding them. So coming out to April yes or no? :)
xx A