While Naya hadn't exactly planned on having to redo her hair, she'd willingly fight the battle with the hair dryer for another five minutes pressed up against the shower wall, quivering, quaking and falling apart. She watched Heather out of the corner of her eye, trying to hide her laughter as she watched her dig through her closet for a shirt to cover the trail of hickeys across her chest. Crossing the room, she quickly pressed her lips to one of the darker marks before pulling a cropped blouse off of a hanger and flipping it over the blonde's shoulder. When she'd managed to dry the majority of her hair, Naya applied a light layer of makeup, tugging on her own jeans and an over-sized shirt that hung off of one shoulder.

"How am I supposed to behave all night if you look like that?" Heather whispered, wrapping her arms around the brunette's waist as the girl tucked earrings into her ears.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out Miss Morris. You have at least a little self-control, right?" Naya flipped around, pressing their lips together briefly. "Besides Ashley said she'd help, and Harry's coming too."

"Kevin said he'd probably swing by for a while," she murmured, leaning forward for another kiss. "Maybe Little Lengies too."

"Then we'll be fine." The brunette tapped the end of her nose twice before heading out of the bedroom, finding Harry and Brittany already in the kitchen, pulling out all the stops at a makeshift bar on the island. Naya flew towards both of them, wrapping them in hugs and squealing. "Harlem shake tonight, yeah?" Harry winked and the woman to his right giggled, both nodding. Ashley cleared her throat loudly, and blue eyes automatically jumped from their place on Naya's jeans to meet the other woman's.

"Admiring the stitching on the pockets," Heather mumbled, grinning.

"And I'm Steven Spielberg," Ashley quipped back, rolling her eyes.

Loud repetitive knocks pierced the air, and the blonde rushed towards the front door, throwing it open to find Vanessa and Kevin standing there, one leaned against the door frame, the other bouncing excitedly. She threw her arms around both of them before ushering them in and directing them to the kitchen, where several cups were already being filled.

"Hemo's Dance Party Extravaganza 2012 is a go!"


Hours later, the alcohol had been more than flowing, and Heather's apartment was filled with writhing bodies. A few people were outside on the balcony, but the majority of their friends were dancing in the living room, paying little to no attention to anyone around them. The blonde took this as a sign from the god's, and took hold of Naya's hands, whipping the woman around and pulling her close.

Take my hand, I'll do the rest
Tell me what you want girl

They immediately began moving together, with very little room between them. The brunette's hands trailed up her girlfriend's sides, snaking underneath her top and teasing the tips of her fingers against the woman's stomach. Heather leaned in more closely, murmuring the lyrics into Naya's ear as they continued pressing up against one another.

Breathe real hard - your sweat is dripping
All over your body; let me give you what you're missing

Both saw a small group gathering across the room, Harry in the center as he recreated the dance from this scene in Footloose. The blonde threw her head back in laughter as Brittany and a few other dancers jumped in, managing to pull together a well choreographed performance in the center of her living room. Distracted, she suddenly jolted when she felt a toned thigh press between her legs, Naya's eyes refocusing the blonde's attention easily. Over the music, they heard a piercing shrill, and both women flipped their heads around to meet Ashley's teasing glare, a whistle hanging around her neck. She waggled her finger at them before crossing the living room in a few steps, close enough to be heard by both women.

"Party foul: Excessive eye sex. Penalty? Separate for the rest of the song until you two get your damn libidos in check." She blew the whistle again, apparently enjoying her power over the couple, smirking when Heather pushed past her to get another drink from the kitchen. "Remember to save room for Jesus Hemo!" she called after the tall blonde. Naya turned on the spot, grabbing hold of both Kevin and Vanessa, hoping to beat Ashley with a little ingenuity, while Heather simply huffed in annoyance as she poured another drink.

When Heather reappeared in the living room, she found her girlfriend nestled in between two of their best friends, hands intertwined with Kevin's as she rolled her hips and sang along. Their eyes caught, Naya's twinkling mischievously as the chorus came blaring through the speakers.

I can do what I want to, I play by my own rules
Come with me, let's just dance the night away
Don't worry about what I do, watch me as I move on the floor
And let's dance the night away

If Heather wasn't turned on previously, the unconscious need to clench her thighs indicated that she'd been pushed over the edge by her girlfriend's performance. She took in every minute particle of Naya's motions - the way she'd giggle when Kevin would rap to her, how she would carefully loop her arms around Vanessa's neck, the precision with which her hips moved, the - Jesus Christ. The brunette had twisted around again, slipping out from between her dance partners and turning her back to Heather. Her hips swung back and forth teasingly as she ran her fingers through her hair, her hands steadily moving upward. The further into the air they went, the further her shirt rode up, and by the end of the song, blue eyes were fixated on the cross tattoo on her lower back, unable to move, much less make words.

The whistle sounded. "Party foul: Illegal drooling." Heather rolled her eyes as she quickly ran her hand across her mouth, ensuring that she hadn't, in fact, been drooling. When she looked up toward where Naya had been, the woman was nowhere to be found. She had left and taken her glowing eyes, barely exposed skin, and unfairly sexy dance moves with her. Scanning the room quickly, her eyes finally find purchase on long dark hair sheathing the cream top she knew Naya was wearing. Her eyes flit once more around the room, looking for Ashley and finding her in conversation with one of the dancers from the cast. Internally pumping her first, Heather started making her way across the room, the brunette now teasingly drawing her forward with a curled finger.

"Dance with me," was all she heard before Harry pulled her away, and back into the fray of the party. Her mouth, once agape, quickly transformed into a pout as he held tightly to her hand, keeping her from slipping away. She watched as Naya rolled her eyes playfully, laughing a little, and the blonde sighed in frustration, giving in and beginning to dance opposite Harry, who seemed to be holding back his own laughter.

Her irritation lessened considerably when she felt a familiar body slide in behind her, small hands settling on her hips. As if making up for lost time, Naya's body immediately molded into Heather's, her fingers sliding beneath her top as they had before they'd first been interrupted. The warmth was lost almost instantaneously however, as Kevin slid between the two of them.

"'Scuse me, just trying to get to the kitchen. Nay-Nay, you wanna come with? You're looking a little red. Maybe you need a drink to cool you down."

The brunette grit her teeth and rolled her eyes. "I don't want to be cooled down," she muttered under her breath, brushing her fingertips across Heather's bare back before following her best friend into the kitchen.

"Are you all in this twat swat, clam slam, box block secret fucking society now? I can't even friggin' touch her without someone dragging me away. And a damn whistle? A whistle?"

"Would you rather us let you basically have sex in the middle of Hemo's living room? You know the dancers Naya - a lot of them gossip. There are a lot of people on set who do. Meg, Telly, BP? Sure, you can trust them, just as much as you could your cast. Le, Harry, Di, Lengies? None of them have said anything, because they love you and Heather. We want to protect you. So either keep it in your pants, or I'm taking you home. I'm not going to have someone outing you both because you can't stay away from one another for one night, okay Bee? I couldn't stand by and watch you go through that."

Naya huffed in frustration, taking the drink he held out to her, and slowly taking a sip before nodding. "I'm sorry Bee. You're right."

"I know I am, which is why tomorrow night, the three of us are going to the Key Club, where a friend of mine is performing. I got us a VIP room, and you two can be all over each other all you want, okay?"

"Kind of public," they heard behind them, turning to find Heather's beaming smile. A look of confusion crossed Kevin's face, but Naya nodded, returning her grin.


The blonde was still making attempts to catch her breath as her girlfriend crawled back up her body, gingerly wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Try as she might, Heather couldn't hold in her laughter, leading her to continue gasping for breath even more readily.

"What?"

"I got a party foul for illegal drooling," she giggled. "I wasn't nearly as bad off then as you are now."

Naya gasped, punching the blonde lightly in the arm. "I hate you."She settled back on the bed, arms folded tightly across her chest, pouting. "I'm withholding sex for, basically forever."

"You're cute when you're tipsy and pretending to be upset," Heather cooed, pressing firm kisses down the brunette's neck. Naya wiggled in her place, trying to maintain a facade of anger, but quickly gave in, allowing the blonde to tug her gently closer, whereupon the mouth's movements stopped at Naya's temple, barely brushing there. "I missed you tonight you know."

"Kevin was right though," Naya said lowly. "As much as I don't want to admit it, he was right." The further the night dragged on, the less occupied Heather's home became, leaving just a handful of people lounging around and talking amongst themselves. The only one there who wasn't privy to the girls' relationship was Brittany, who seemed unphased when the two shared a quick kiss before Heather headed into the kitchen.


Flopping down on the couch, the dancer leaned into Naya's shoulder, nudging it slightly. "I'm happy for you," she said quietly. "You two deserve each other." A solitary eyebrow raised, and the brunette's eyes flickered with the lightest trace of worry. "I'm not going to say anything to anyone. I'm just really happy that you two worked things out. You make a great couple - always have." Then with a wink, she eased off of the sectional Naya was perched on, and handed out goodbyes to the remaining guests, playfully tugging on the whistle still hanging on Ashley's neck.


"I'm glad BP knows though. That's a step, right?"

Naya nodded absentmindedly as Heather's fingers worked through her hair. "Would you mind if I told Meg and Telly?" she finally blurted out, causing Heather's ministrations to come to a halt temporarily before resuming in the same slow pace she'd been working at before.

"Do you feel ready to?" A second nod. "And you trust them with this, one hundred percent?" Another. "Then tell them sweetheart. The more people we tell, the easier it will be later, yeah?"

"I hope so Heath. It doesn't seem like it ever gets easier, you know?"

"Well, maybe it doesn't, but that could be because we're doing it separately. You told Gwyneth, I told April, and then you confirmed for Ryan. Telling everyone in Mexico was easy, because we did it together."

Naya shrugged against her girlfriend's chest, murmuring a sleepy, and barely comprehensible "I guess so." A stillness settled over the couple, and the brunette's breathing was quickly evening out. Now or never.

"I want to tell my mom Nay." The air froze around them, and the woman who was half asleep seconds before now lay more wide awake than she thought she could physically handle. Bile churned in Naya's stomach, and were she not already laying down, she'd easily have passed out. A thousand thoughts began cycling through her head, and she felt the tell tale signs of a panic attack flooding her body. A gentle squeeze on her shoulder brought her back down before she'd reached her pinnacle of anxiety, and her mind slowly fluttered back to Heather's words. She made an attempt to swallow the lump in her throat to no avail. "I want to tell my mom next weekend, and I'd really like you to come with me."


AN: I'm extremely pleased with some of this chapter, while I feel like other bits weren't quite my best. I have times when I can't break through a bad bout of writer's block, and I can tell when time isn't going to change anything.

Regardless of that, I hope you enjoyed the chapter to some extent, and caught the reference to chapter 26. Huge, huge shout out to njhousefan, who had the idea of Ashley having a whistle, which I thought was truly genius. Haha. Review if you do so feel inclined lovelies. :)