"I am going to channel Santana and go all Lima Heights on the new kid," Naya huffed, flopping onto the couch in her trailer and pulling a pillow into her lap. A mess of blonde hair appeared on her shoulder and she felt an arm wrap through hers as the girl snuggled more closely.

"You know we have several new kids, right? They've done a remarkable job of replacing us with carbon copies."

"Take note of the fact that they were unable to replace me," Naya smirked. "I'm frigging irreplaceable."

"Well, there's a new Lea, new Cory, new Mark," she paused. "And a new me. It's weird." It hadn't taken long for the cast to realize that in a lot of ways, the casting department had recreated the original Glee club with younger actors, and to be perfectly honest, it was a little intimidating and more than creepy.

"Well, new Cory is going to get it if his storyline goes through. I hope they send him to Dalton and make him gay like everyone else, even though I know it won't happen."

"Ryan said he'd help you two though, right?" The brunette nodded, though even with the conversation earlier that week, she wasn't feeling particularly confident. "So, have you talked to Lea lately?"

"Lady," Naya warned, dragging the nickname out. Dianna shrugged as nonchalantly as she could. "We've been texting, but I haven't seen her. They've had her holed up in New York for a while for filming."

"Yeah, I saw the pictures of the Britney choreography." There was more to be said and Naya knew it, but she knew not to push either of them. As Lea had told her multiple times, what's done is done, and it really wasn't her place to relive the memories of their first season when the two had lived together. She and Dianna had quickly become close, and managed to maintain their friendship throughout everything, but Lea was a topic that was off limits, now more than ever, given that in addition to having Cory, she'd been spending a lot of time with Dean as well.

Thankfully, with her ever impeccable timing, Heather bounded through the door at that moment, wrapping her arms tightly around Dianna as she fell onto the couch.

"Your girlfriend is plotting against Blake," the smaller blonde quipped once she'd been released from the dancer's strong embrace. "Lima Heights Homicide," she giggled. "Nay, you should get a spin off." The brunette pushed her away, fighting her own laughter and feigning offense.

"Yeah, somebody mentioned he wanted his character to be with Britt, but I'm hoping that doesn't happen. I know everyone's breaking up basically, so we've got to have somesolidarity." It was obvious she was nearly as unconvinced as Naya was, so she snuggled up to her girlfriend, resting her head in the woman's shoulder as Dianna had moments earlier. "Jacob's cool though. He was hanging out with Little Lengies, Chord, and I earlier. He's no Mark, but he seems okay."

"The last thing we need is another Mark," the brunette laughed. "One Saw is more than enough for this set, even if he isn't here much anymore." Her arm wrapped around Heather's shoulder, Naya began softly playing with the ends of the blonde's messy ponytail before scrunching her nose. "Dance rehearsal?"

"Is it that obvious?" Heather laughed. "We had a final run through for a performance I'm filming tomorrow. I washed my face before I came over here. I had black all over my cheeks from lying on the floor."

"You'd think with all the rehearsals you've had lately, you wouldn't want to have a party this weekend," Naya joked, rubbing off a smudge of black still marring her girlfriend's freckles.

"You should know by now I almost never get tired of dancing," Heather said seriously. "Di, you're welcome to come by Friday if you want," turning to address the other blonde who, admittedly, she'd forgotten was there.

"I've got some interviews planned for the website then, but thanks," she replied easily. "I've become a bit of a homebody anyway. Traveling around so much, I actually have started to miss being home, you know?" Both girls nodded, and Dianna mentally thanked them for not pressing. She loved the pair both together and separately, but she'd spent most of the summer away trying to deal with the conflicting feelings she had towards both Naya and Lea. Moving constantly and immersing herself in all forms of art, she'd found, was the best way to do it. "I'm sure it'll be a lot of fun though," she said quietly, giving them both a small smile. "I'd better get to set though. Ryan wants to talk to me about a few things. I'll see you lovely ladies later?" Both nodded, smiling in response. Naya pressed a kiss to Dianna's cheek before she rose from the couch, and the blonde turned away, walking to the door before either of her friends could see the slight flush of her cheeks and the tears threatening behind her eyelashes. Looking back, she saw them easily resituate themselves, folding their bodies together perfectly. She remembered feeling like that with one person, and one person alone, but she was gone now, and if the paparazzi photos were any indication, she wouldn't be leaving Cory anytime soon.


"Ryan kept good on his promise," Naya said, nudging Heather in the side as the blonde aimlessly flipped through channels on the television. "Look."

Heather has gone dolphin was tweeted, with a photo of the woman splayed out on stage, filming the performance she'd spent the day before practicing. She laughed at the caption, but then furrowed her brows quickly. "What promise? He just said he'd help us."

"He also told me he'd seen my sneaky tweets, and was going to 'help the campaign in his own way' apparently."

Heather nodded, smiling slightly. "Dolphins are just gay sharks. Trivial Pursuit needs to get on that. I'm starting my own campaign to make it a question." Naya giggled, nuzzling into her girlfriend's side until she popped back up, a look of shock on her face. The blonde leaned over, taking in the conversation between two of their cast mates – a conversation that was complete with winking smiley faces and signed with two kisses.

Dianna and Chord had been known to teasingly flirt with one another, but despite having to display a relationship on screen, had never moved passed friendship. Both were incredibly laid back, and probably could have made a good couple, but hadn't explored the possibility. To say everyone on set was relieved would have been an understatement. There were enough relationships on set that hadn't worked out, leading to false assumptions in the press (like when Naya allegedly keyed Mark's car), and they didn't need any more negative PR circling their filming. But given Dianna's strange mood earlier, Naya couldn't help the tugging feeling in her gut that she was trying to make someone jealous – someone petite, brunette, and definitely not half Puerto Rican.

"Poor Di," Heather said quietly. "She makes me so thankful that we figured everything out."

"Yeah, me too Heath. We're really lucky." She pressed a kiss to the top of the blonde's head.


"I'm spoiled Le. I am so unbelievably spoiled," Naya griped.

"You two have been apart for what, not even a day yet?" Releasing her phone from its place, tucked in between her ear and shoulder, she perched on a bench, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees to continue the conversation.

"I don't know, like, fourteen hours and however many minutes." Silence met her on the other end of the line. "See? Precisely my point. She's here all the time, and when she isn't, I want her here. Screw Hoarders, you guys need to sign me up for Intervention."

"Or True Life: I'm Addicted to Heather Morris. I'm sure you can't be the only one," Lea teased. Naya's distinctive laugh filled her ears, but despite the lighthearted turn the conversation had taken, Lea's lip found itself tucked firmly between her teeth. "Have you heard from Dianna?"

"Yeah, she was on set for a bit yesterday."

"How - " Lea gulped a bit of air before trying her words again, nodding to Cory that she was almost finished. "How is she?"

Naya rolled her eyes without meaning to, and automatically berated herself. "Lady is Lady. If she weren't okay, she wouldn't say anything anyway."

"Her and Chord?" The brunette's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, and she shook her head.

"No offense Le, but would it matter if they were together?" The palpable silence confirmed that it would. It was much easier to ignore if the person you loved was dating someone you wouldn't have to see every day, not that Lea had taken that into account before. "Besides, last I heard she was with that director, Henry. We don't really talk about her love life, or lack thereof. You know Di keeps those things quiet."

"I just knew you'd gotten close in London." If you'd only known how close.

"Yeah, well we were both really busy over the summer. I've only seen her a handful of times."

"Okay, I'm coming! Nay, I've got to get back to shooting. Love you!"

"Love you too Le." As she hit the end button, Naya flopped back on her bed, content to sleep until she had to get ready for the night. The combination of awkward tension from their conversation and her nerves that preceded the evening (because really, how much could be blamed on the alcohol?) had her exhausted. Couple that with the fact that she'd hadn't had a drop of coffee that morning, and she felt more than justified in taking a nap at ten in the morning.

Granted, what was supposed to be a half hour nap turned into a five hour snooze fest, resulting in a very groggy and even more disoriented Naya when she rolled over, groaning at her clock that very clearly read 3:25. Heather had finished shooting almost a half hour ago, a fact that was confirmed by the text the brunette found when she rolled over, reaching for her phone once more.

Come by early and help me set up? xx H

Tossing her dress and makeup case in her bag, Naya slipped into skinny jeans and grabbed her aviators, sending a quick message back before heading out the door.

Be there soon. We need to talk about tonight anyway. xx N


Pulling into a parking spot outside of her girlfriend's apartment, Naya let out a deep breath, puffing out her cheeks. Despite all the progress they'd made, the evening's party would be a whole new ball game. Their friends were used to their admittedly less than platonic physical contact in the beginning, but that was years ago. On set, at parties, even at events, they were constantly connected somehow, with wandering hands more often than not. But now, everyone thought Naya was with Matt, who'd still been MIA as of late, and many people believed that Heather and Taylor's breakup was a fluke. Harry would be there, and he knew the truth, but Brittany had seemed oblivious in Mexico, and despite Heather and Ashley's normal Sunday breakfast routine, Naya wasn't sure that her girlfriend's old roommate had been made aware of their relationship change.

"Hey beautiful." The brunette was automatically wrapped into her girlfriend's arms upon her arrival, and her misgivings about the night faded away as she buried her face into Heather's neck. "I missed you." Naya nodded against her hair, breathing in and absorbing every molecule of the beautiful blonde embracing her. "What do we need to talk about?"

And like that, the comfort dissolved, putting in its place a replacement of frozen fear and unfounded worry.

"What are we going to do tonight? About us?"

"What about us? I was planning on having a good time when everyone got here, and having an even better time once everyone left." The low tone of her voice combined with the quickly darkening shade of her eyes and the single finger tracing her collarbone was enough to make Naya weak in the knees. Her resolve was crumbling quickly, and the physical contact was throwing punches at her self-control left and right.

"I meant boundaries Heath," she said softly, pulling away slightly to indicate her concerns and get her head on straight again. "We used to be able to get away with just about anything, but that may not be the case anymore. Everyone accepted it then, but after the great Morris-Rivera freeze out of 2012, people may get suspicious."

"I'd say we should just tell everyone, but I'm not sure I trust all of the people coming tonight with this - with us." She separated from Naya, pacing the floor for a moment before the doorbell rang. Her eyebrows furrowed for a split second before a grin popped onto her face. "Perfect!" She flew towards the door, ignoring her girlfriend's confused expression, and wrapped the woman standing in the doorway before leading her in. "Perfect," she said again, more to herself this time.

"I've heard that once or twice," Ashley quipped, settling down comfortably on the couch. Heather rolled her eyes, laughing, before pulling Naya toward her and raising her eyebrows. The brunette raised her eyebrows in question, and the woman on the couch took note of the slight widening of Heather's eyes. Naya nodded before turning back to her girlfriend's old roommate, trying to fight a grin. "Okay, no offense, but that's just fucking creepy. I remember when you two would do that all the time, and the silent conversations still suck,for the record."

"We've got a favor to ask, actually."

"Why am I not surprised?" she teased, before holding in her smirk, realizing that the discussion had taken a turn for the serious, and that turn had been taken well over their conversational speed limit. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. What's up with you two?" Heather caught Naya's gaze, pulling her hands apart from where they were being wrung worriedly. The brunette arched an eyebrow, and the blonde sighed in frustration in response. Ashley flicked her eyes between the two of them rapidly, growing irritated. "If you are going to talk, you're going to do it out loud, all right? Now is there something you'd like to share with the class Hemo?"

"Naya and I are back together."

Ashley burst into laughter, trying hard to conceal it once she saw the hesitant look on both women's faces. "I'm sorry, but is that it? Fucking finally. So what do you two lovebirds need from little old me?"

Naya paused, choosing her words carefully. "We need like, a referee basically." Heather nodded, agreeing. "Not a lot of people know we're together, and for now at least, it needs to stay that way. So if we look like - "

"You're madly in love and want nothing more than to shove the other one against a wall, I should intervene and let you guys know?" Mouths slightly agape, both women nodded again. "You got it. Now, I'm going to go into the kitchen, and start putting out the food, and you two need to get ready. Try and keep it PG though. Brittany texted me and said she'd be over in about an hour."

Once the bedroom door shut behind them, Heather collapsed on the bed, her head in her hands and shoulders shaking. Naya crossed the room quickly, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "Babe, are you okay?"

The blonde's hands fell to her lap and relief washed over the smaller woman who saw Heather laughing uncontrollably. "That went so much better than I expected. She wasn't surprised in the slightest."

"Not a lot of people have been," Naya mused. "We're not nearly as subtle as we think apparently."

"Apparently not," she laughed, pulling her girlfriend in for a long kiss. Naya hummed her appreciation before they broke apart, grabbing her makeup case and wandering into the bathroom. Through the open door, Heather caught a glimpse of her t-shirt being pulled from her body, flushing when she saw the brunette smirk in the mirror.

"Not going to join me?" she teased, unzipping her jeans and shedding them as well.

"Well, since you offered."


AN: Have no fear, I fully intend on writing up the dance party, but I'd like to give it a fair amount of attention, thus the cut off before it began.
I'll be working in The Key Club next chapter as well, and depending on the length, possibly a few other events.

I want to let you guys know now that my updates may become more sporadic. I'm in my senior year of college, and I'm taking 19 credits this semester, so my work load is insane. I do NOT by any stretch of the imagination intend on abandoning this fic, and I hope, at the very least, to have weekly updates. Thank you for all of your kind words; each and every review and PM means quite a lot to me.

For those of you who were also reading All Over Me, I wanted to let you know that the majority of the hurricane has passed, and my city wasn't hit very hard. I had a few good sized limbs that broke, one of which fell on the power lines directly into my house, but power was not lost thankfully. I'm hoping the worst is over, and I ask that you keep New Orleans, the surrounding areas, and their people in your thoughts. We faired much better than with Katrina, but a lot places were still hit much harder than anticipated, so it will be a rebuilding game once again.