Heather-

Heath-

Hey HeMo...

What... ohhh hey Jenn. sorry. was just thinking...

I know, me too.

It can't be that, right? She cannot be doing that all again? Ohhhh God, Jenna. But what if she is? What if she is cutting again? And drinking? I just-

And with that, Heather erupts into tears, unable to contain her fears that her Naya was indeed doing what she feared the most. Jenna got up and squeezed unto the bench. She hugged HeMo and the whispered in her ear, "Let's go back to my place, ok? I don't want to risk any of the paps seeing you like this." Heather nods in understanding as Jenna holds onto her friend's hand, leading her to her white BMW. HeMo pulls it together enough to drive thru the streets of Los Feliz, into Hollywood and over to WeHo, where Jenna lives.

They go inside her home and Heather is overwhelmed again. Her thoughts all jumbled together in her head and red flags keep coming up, one, by one, by one, over the past three months since everything had happened. If Heather was honest really honest with herself, she could recognize them. She just so overwhelmed with what she was dealing with. Know that things were getting back to normal, she could notice these minute things: the clothes, the water bottle. She cursed under her breath for not seeing it faster. She was so angry with herself for pushing Naya towards that ugly, destructive path. One that she hoped and prayed they would never see again.

Jenna just held her, not really knowing what to say, because she suspected that Naya was engaging in self-harming again. Just thinking about that, all that her friends had gone thru the last time this happened, it just tore her up inside. She began to cry, too.

After awhile, she could see Heather slow down her sobs and even out her breathing. Perhaps it was out of sheer exhaustion that Heather had fallen asleep in her arms. Jenna slowly disengaged her arms around the blonde dancer and laid her down on the couch. She called up Heather's PR to cancel the photo shoot that she was scheduled to do that afternoon, stating simply that Heather was completely exhausted and could not go to the shoot today. She called Michael and told him that she couldn't meet him but if he could come over, instead. Now, she needed someone to comfort her, while Heather was in a deep, sound sleep. She had figured Heath hadn't gotten much sleep in the past couple of days.

She covered her friend with the blanket she always kept folded by the sofa and bent down to kiss her forehead, glad that Heather had been able to voice her concerns to someone about Naya.

A couple of hours later, Heather bolted up, unsure of where she was. She blinked once, twice-

Hey Heath-

Jenn? What happened?

I think that you were just so exhausted, physically and mentally, with all of this that you fell asleep. Don't worry. I called Meghan and told her that you were to exhausted to make the photo shoot. She wants you to call her tomorrow morning so that you can reschedule. I was about to make some tea, would you like some.

Yay, thanks, girl. What time is it?

It's 6 o'clock, H.

What! I slept for that long! I have to do.. and

Heather- stop for a moment. Your body needed to crash. Everything else can wait till tomorrow morning, okay? Besides, it's Sunday. Just relax, please.

You're completely right. Okay. Stopping- this is me stopping. What kind of tea do you have, Jenn?

Heather made her out to her car after they shared a pot of Jenna's favorite tea: Pineapple Lychee Hibiscus. She knew where she needed to go.

She arrived on Naya's doorstep and used her key to get in. She didn't call her because she didn 't want to give her advance notice of her arrival. As she slowly and quietly turned to key the lock, she opened the door. She was bracing herself for the worst. Last time this all happened, Naya's place was a wreck: empty Grey Goose bottles all over, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, Glee scripts strewn about, clothes discarded haphazardly on the floor. All of that was so out of character for the very neat and orderly Naya that Heather knew. So, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Naya's first floor was meticulously clean and spotless. She knew that Naya was home, so she started up the stairs. She could hear Naya talking behind her bedroom door. Heath knew that no one else was home; that Naya was talking to herself. She knew that was one of the red flags that Jaime had pointed out the her to look out for. She took a deep breath in and out. She could hear Naya clearly:

fucking stupid. what made you think it would be different this time huh? she loves you. she loves you so much she goes and fucks cory, of all people. no. no, she does loves me. i know she does. i love her so much. after everything we have been through, i will not doubt her love for me. i just... i just need her so much... FUCK. this hurts too much. hemo, i need you...

At that, Heather opened the door to Naya's bedroom.