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Who's excited to see tonight's episode of Glee? I know I am! I can't wait to see Naya outshine Grant Gustin with her amazing talent, muwhaha. Uhm, anyway. Thank you all again for reading my fanfic! I love reading all the reviews!

I have to tell you, Artspect, that no, I am not Naya Rivera or Heather Morris or anyone of the cast for that matter. :P I'm really happy to see that you think I did a good job describing them, though! Of course I may be totally wrong, since I don't personally know any of them.

This chapter will be pretty much 100% HeYa! I guess I made this chapter extra long because I just love writing about Heya. Also, eventhough we're already at Chapter 25, I have to tell you that I have some (in my head) good ideas for this story! I hope you guys don't think it's getting too long or anything... I personally like long stories! I never want them to end. :)

Anyway, have fun reading this extra-long chapter! (It's not really that long, but like 20% longer than my usual chapters. I really hope you guys leave a review to let me know what you guys think!

Impossible Heartache

Chapter 25

Heather parked Naya's car on Naya's driveway, realizing that she couldn't go home unless she called a cab. She sighed before looking in the review mirror, finding Naya leaning against the carwindow with her eyes closed. She smiled at the sight before getting out of the car and silently closing the door behind her, trying not to wake up the sleeping Latina.

She walked around the car and opened the door where Dianna had been sitting, next to Naya. She dropped the carkeys in Naya's bag, before gently nudging her arm. Naya turned her head with a groan, and blinked with her eyes a few times before reaching for Heather's hand without thinking about it. Heather didn't pull away, but intertwined their fingers before pulling Naya gently towards her, helping her out the car. She smiled when Naya yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

Heather threw Naya's bag over her arm before closing the door and walking towards the house, her hand still connected with Naya's. When they reached the door, Heather reached in Naya's bag, looking for her keys.
"Where's your key?" She asked when she only found the carkeys. Naya smirked and pointed at the dirty plantpot next to the door.

Heather raised an eyebrow. "Nay, that joke is old. I'm blonde, but I'm not stupid." She said, but Naya leaned over, brushing her body past her and reached behind the plant pot, her other hand still holding Heather's. Her smirk grew when she fished a key from behind the plant pot and opened the door. Then she turned back to Heather, looking at her expectingly.

"Can I invite you inside for a drink, Ms. Morris?" Naya said with a smile, looking at Heather through her eyelashes. Heather raised an eyebrow at Naya's manners. She was even more polite than she was when she was sober. Ms. Morris? A drink, huh? That probably wasn't going to be a good idea, since Naya could barely stand on her feet. Heather was definitely not going to let Naya drink anything else except for water. If she left now, Naya would be all alone in her drunken state... Who knows what could happen. It was probably better that she stayed. Just for Naya's sake, of course. Besides, she didn't have a car so she couldn't really leave. She would just call a cab when Naya was sleeping securely in her bed.

Heather smiled, looking down at their intertwined hands. "I don't think a drink is a good idea," She looked up at Naya's face, and couldn't suppress a chuckle when she saw Naya's face fall and her lower lip pout. She looked at Heather with sad eyes. Heather's smile grew and she couldn't stop herself from leaning forward, and placing a soft, quick peck on Naya's cheek, causing her pout to turn into a smile as her caramel cheeks turned into a bright red color.

"- but I'll come in, since I'm not trusting you alone in a house with a cabinet full of alcohol." she continued before stepping inside. Naya rolled her eyes, but couldn't swipe away the smile that was plastered on her face. Naya stumbled over her own feet as she walked through the hallway into the livingroom, pulling Heather with her.

"So you talked to Mark, huh?" She said before pulling out a chair for Heather to sit on at the dinnertable and walking into the kitchen. Heather sat down warily, not sure if she wanted to discuss the conversation she had had with Mark. At least not right now, when Naya was drunk and probably wouldn't even remember it the next day. The conversation had mostly been about her mother, and if she was going to talk about this with Naya, she should at least be sober.

So instead of explaining what their conversation had been about, she reversed the situation, asking Naya a question. "So you told Mark about us, huh?" She called into the kitchen. Naya smiled at Heather's question. She couldn't help but feel her heart speed up when Heather had referred to them as 'us'. She knew it might be ridiculous, but it somehow made her feel like they were a couple.

"He figured it out." Naya said carelessly. Heather frowned. Mark had just randomly figured out that Naya was in love with Heather? Had it really been that obvious? Heather had never known that Naya was in love with her until they suddenly kissed. When and how had Mark figured it out?

"When?" She asked while walking into the kitchen. She found Naya standing in front of her liquor cabinet. When she noticed Heather, she quickly closed it and acted as if she meant to get two clean glasses out of the cabinet next to it. She looked over her shoulder with a guilty look on her face, hiding two glasses that were already standing on the kitchen sink. They both had some sort of clear liquid in them. Heather raised an eyebrow before walking past Naya to smell the liquid. One of them was scentless, but when she smelled the other, her nose stang because of the heavy smell of alcohol.

She turned around to give Naya a stern look. Naya had a guilty smirk on her face. Heather sighed and emptied the glass in the sink.
"No more alcohol for you, Veiled Fairy." She said while rinsing out the glass and filling it with water. She leaned against the kitchen unit, handing Naya the glass of water. "So when did Mark figure it out?" She asked again.

Naya shrugged, looking down at the ground, "When Taylor kissed me, Mark told me he loved me. I couldn't say it back, because- I didn't love him..." She looked at the droplets of water that were running down the cold glass in her hands, "I told him we couldn't be together anymore, and at first he thought it was because of Taylor." She looked up to catch Heather's gaze before continueing, "Then he figured out it was because of you." She smiled faintly, "Something about the way we act around eachother or something." She waved the last part off as if it wasn't important.

Was it really that clear? When Taylor had kissed Naya, she hadn't even figured out she had been in love with Naya herself. Of course she felt betrayed and hurt, both by Taylor and Naya. She didn't think it was because she was also in love with Naya. If Mark had figured it out that easily, did that mean that any of their other friends knew, too? Maybe it was better if they already knew... That would mean that they would already have expected it when they would figure out Heather and Naya were together. She won't have to deal with any surprised and possibly disgusted faces.

"He could see that I was in love with you." She said softly before grabbing Heather's hand again. She looked down at their intertwined hands before continueing with a soft voice, "He said he thought you loved me too." She slowly looked up into Heather's bright blue eyes, that looked down at her with an unreadable expression on her face. She felt her heart beat faster before opening her mouth again, "I love you, Heather."

Heather felt her whole body fill with warmth as the words hit her. Hearing Naya say the words with so much insecurity but still so much determination and tenderness made her nervous, but it didn't make her uncomfortable. She stared into Naya's hopeful eyes that were full of love. She loved her too. She loved her so much, but she just couldn't say it out loud. Saying it out loud would mean that this all was real. She wasn't ready for that yet.

Instead of saying anything, she brought their intertwined hands towards her lips and kissed Naya's hand gently, before dropping it and wrapping her arms around the small Latina, pulling her into a close embrace, her hands on her waist. Naya swung her arms around her neck and pulled her close, their bodies touching as much as possible. She rested her head on Heather's neck, pressing her lips softly against her pulse point. She could feel Heather's heartrate speed up as her lips touched her neck.

She smiled as she moved up her lips to her jawline, leaving a trail of kisses on her neck. Heather didn't move, but just breathed heavily at the touch of Naya's lips. When Naya reached Heather's jawline, she pulled back, staring into Heather's eyes. Heather was still panting heavily as she stared at Naya's full, round lips. She watched as the lips began moving closer, removing the distance in between them. She felt her own face move forward very slowly, almost not able to stop herself. But then finally when their lips were only inches away, and Heather could smell Naya's breath, she started pulling back.

Naya was drunk. She couldn't kiss her now. Their first 'real' kiss shouldn't be like this. The kiss where they both realized that they loved eachother. The kiss that would change everything in her life. If she kissed Naya now, Naya would have probably forgotten by tomorrow. She didn't want Naya to forget their first kiss. She wanted it to be a moment that they would both remember for the rest of their lifes.

She sighed before pulling away, slipping out of Naya's embrace. "You're drunk." She explained. Naya sighed. She knew she was. She knew it was probably best that Heather had pulled away, but that didn't mean she wasn't dissapointed. She pouted her lip, looking at Heather through her eyelashes.
"Barely." She said before smirking and placing a quick kiss on Heather's cheek. She turned around and walked back into the livingroom, almost tripping over her own feet again, grasping a hold of the doorpost. She looked over her shoulder to see if Heather had noticed it, figuring she had when she saw Heather smirking at her.

Heather leaned against the kitchen unit, trying to slow her heart rate. Naya being so close to her really wasn't healthy for her heart. She sighed deeply before opening her mouth, calling into the living room. "Nay, you want something to eat?" She asked, figuring the girl probably needed some food in her stomach to digest all the alcohol in her body. She didn't get an answer. She raised an eyebrow before calling her again, "Nay?" She said, a bit louder this time.

She heard a door close somewhere that wasn't the livingroom, so she walked into the room following the sound. She walked towards the bathroom and carefully knocked on the door. "Nay?" When she didn't get an answer this time either, she slowly opened the door, scanning the bathroom. She saw Naya's small body hang over the toilet in the dark, silently shocking back and forth. Heather quickly turned on the light before walking over to Naya and kneeling down next to her. She brushed the hair out of Naya's face, holding it back for her as her body shook.

She turned her head away as Naya threw up into the toilet, wrinkling her nose. She held Naya's hair until Naya's body stopped shaking, her breathing turning back to normal. Heather flushed the toilet before helping her up, walking her to the sink, handing her the cup that was standing there. She let Naya wash her mouth and hands before she walked her into the bedroom. Naya dropped down on her bed, grimacing at the remaining taste of vomit in her mouth. Usually when she was sick, throwing up made her feel better, but with alcohol in her body, that was never the case.

Heather set down a glass of water on her nightstand before handing her some sweatpants, a tank top and a towel from Naya's closet. "You need to take a shower." Heather told her. Naya didn't argue as she stumbled into the bedroom and closing the door behind her. She let the warm water wash over her for a good fifteen minutes before drying herself off and putting on the clothes that Heather had given her. When she walked back into her bedroom, she saw Heather lounging on her bed, reading The Hunger Games, the book that had been on her nightstand.

She looked up from the book and smiled when she spotted Naya in the sweatpants and the tank top, her hair hanging over her shoulders in ringlets, slightly wetting her top.
"You feeling better?" Heather asked, before closing the book and placing it back on Naya's nightstand. Naya simply nodded with a faint smile on her face before hopping in her bed next to Heather. Naya slid under the covers as Heather was still lying on top of them.

Naya looked up at Heather who was looking right back at her. She suddenly felt slightly nervous as she asked the next question, "You wanna stay?" her eyes looked hopeful. She didn't want Heather to have to go home in the middle of the night. She knew she would sleep better Heather by her side. She simply didn't want her to leave. "You can pull out the extra mattress." She quickly added when Heather didn't immediately answer. Naya always had an extra mattress stuffed in one of the closets for when more than one people slept over. She remembered the time when Dianna and Heather both used to sleep over sometimes. Dianna had always slept on the extra mattress while Heather slept next to Naya in her bed.

Heather finally smiled before shaking her head and standing up from the bed. Naya's face fell, thinking that Heather was going to leave, but instead of walking to the door, Heather walked towards her closet, getting a tshirt and some shorts to sleep in. She slid into them, not hiding her body when she was standing there half-naked in her underwear. Naya had seen her like this a hundred times before. This time was obviously different though. Now she knew Naya was in love with her, and she was in love with Naya.

She walked over to the bed and slid under the covers next to Naya. Naya smiled at her, feeling slightly light-headed. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because she was tired, or maybe it was just because of the fact that Heather had just undressed in front of her. She swallowed hard before reaching her hand forward under the covers, finding Heather's hand. She intertwined their fingers as they stared into eachother's eyes.

Naya smiled, caressing the back of Heather's hand with her thumb. Heather sighed contently, before leaning forward to place a kiss on Naya's forehead.

"G'night," Naya said before slowly closing her eyes, the smile still plastered on her lips.

"Goodnight," Heather answered before closer her own eyes, holding on tightly to Naya's hand.

Heather soon noticed Naya's breath slowing down and her hand growing limp, indicating that she had fallen asleep. Heather scooted closer to the sleeping girl and placed her hand on Naya's waist, before drifting into a deep sleep aswell.