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Don't Go

Chapter Two

"Hey Julie!" I said as I slipped into the hair and make-up trailer.

"Hey Naya! How are you?" She asks as she motions for me to sit in the chair in front of her.

"I'm great!" I lied. "You?" I ask, taking a sit. Then I straighten out the skirt of the cheerios costume.

"Fantastic!" She begins to look at all of the cosmetic tools in front of her, searching for her hair brush. Once she finds it, she pulls my hair out of the sloppy ponytail I made earlier and begins to brush my long, black silk hair.

"I watched the latest episode last night." She stated.

"Oh? What did you think?" I always appreciated people's opinions on my performance. I want it to be believable. Santana deserves that. I love her character so much. We have practically become one. The way a cold, hard, misunderstood, scared, feisty, beautiful woman can become so vulnerable with just one look of a certain, innocent, open, colorful, smart…angel.

I thought of Heather. My HeMo. My angel.

I didn't call her last night, I usually do, just to make sure she got home okay. I didn't text her this morning either and we always text. I just don't know what to do anymore, it hurts to be her second choice, the woman on the side. In the beginning I thought I could handle it. I thought, maybe, just maybe, she would choose me. She would come to realize that I love her more than anyone ever could. I've fought for her. But I can only punch for so long.

"Naya…you okay?" Julie asked while she finished the final touches on my perfect ponytail. I came back to reality, a place I don't want to be.

"Yeah sorry. Just spaced out."

"I understand. Alright, turn around and let's get your make-up ready." I did as I was told, and as soon as Julie had me looking flawless, I walked onto the set.

Of course, I immediately saw Heather. She was talking to Harry, Cory and Lea. She glanced my way, before returning to the conversation. She looked beautiful. Who am I kidding…she always looked beautiful. I walk over to my chair, without talking to anyone. I see my script lying on the chair. I pick it up, take a seat, and begin to read.

After a couple of minutes or so, I see out of the corner of my eye, Heather move away from the rest of the cast and start to move towards me. I braced myself for the conversation I didn't want to have. But nothing happened, and to be honest, I felt slightly disappointed.

Then out of nowhere, a rose appeared in front of my face. I felt myself smile. That's my HeMo.

"A rose for my lady." Heather whispered softly against my ear. I felt goose bumps travel up my arms. I turned and looked up at her, she smiled down at me. I can never resist that smile, so I reached up and grabbed the rose.

"Heather…" I began to say, this was always her way of apologizing for the night before, but she cut me off.

"I was worried about you when you didn't text back this morning. I prayed that nothing happened to you." Here we go…

"Yeah," I said, "I'm sorry about that." That's all I could say. You try looking at her and telling her the truth. She was worried about me. I like it, no, love it when she cared about me. She laid her head on my shoulder and took my hand in hers. Oh no, not the cuddle. I can't handle the cuddle. Not now.

"It's okay Nay." She began stroking my arm with her free hand. Shit, I'm screwed. "How has your day been?" She asked sweetly.

"Okay, I guess, yours?"

"Okay. I would like to make yours better though." I swallowed. Not tonight Heather, please not tonight. "Do you wanna come with me to the club tonight with the cast?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I wanted to go. I want to be next to her, smell her amazing scent, watch her body move to the beat, hear her laugh, hold her close to me. But, I can't. But I can at the same time, all I have to do is go and ignore the pain.

"Naya…please." Heather looks up at me and pouts. "It won't be the same without you there."

Before my mind could stop my mouth I said, "Sure. I'll go." Heather smiled and embraced me in a tight hug. I hugged her back, not wanting to let go.

"Places in five minutes! Five minutes!" Ryan yelled while walking through the set. Heather lets go.

"I'll pick you up at eight, okay?" I nodded and watched the blonde walk onto the choir room set and begin to stretch, getting ready for her dance number.

What did I just do? I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the night to come.