Chapter 2

She waited anxiously as the phone rang. It wasn't until the fourth ring that someone answered the phone. "Hello." The happy voice answered.

"Hey Di, it's Heather."

"Hey, hold on one sec and I'll get Lea for you." It wasn't that Heather and Dianna weren't friends it was just that Heather was closer to Lea and Dianna closer to Naya.

Normally when Heather needed to talk if it wasn't with Naya it was with Lea but not tonight. Tonight she needed to talk to Dianna too. "Actually I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh, alright. What's up Hemo?" Dianna had a sneaking suspicion that she already knew what was up with the blonde dancer.

"Have you talked to Nay at all tonight? I can't for the life of me get a hold of her and she said she was staying in tonight."

Dianna could hear the worried tone in the other girls voice. "I'm sorry I haven't heard from her. We were texting for a bit then she stopped replying. She probably just fell asleep, you know how exhausted she's been. Did you stop by her place? That girl could just be to lazy to plug in her phone."

"No I haven't but I'm going to head over there now. This is just so unlike her, we always talk after the show if we didn't watch it together."

The more Dianna talked to Heather the more she knew what was wrong with Naya. She didn't want to get into the middle of something though, unless it was absolutely necessary. "Okay, call me and let me know how it goes, I'll still be up for awhile."

"Will do, later Di." With that she hung up the phone, grabbed her keys and headed towards her best friends house that wasn't far from her own.

Ten minutes later Heather was walking up the steps of Naya's house. The lights seemed to be off but she knew the girl liked to watch television in the dark. Ringing the door bell she waited and listening for any sign that showed that her best friend was home. Nothing. She tried again before using the code to open the garage. Sure enough the girls car was no where to be found.

Feeling defeated Heather got back into her car. "God Naya what is up with you?" She asked herself as she headed towards her next destination.

"Hi Hemo, come on in." Lea greeted her with a smile on her face.

"No luck at Naya's?" Dianna asked when Heather and Lea entered the living room. Her only answer was a shake of the blonde's head. "I'm sure she's good." Dianna assured her as she sat down on the couch opposite her two friends.

"By the way Hemo that was some tweet." Lea laughed before getting a scolding look from her roommate which Heather picked up on.

"What makes you say that?" Heather questioned.

"You've started god damn twitter gate with your 'I think Brittany and Artie are made for each other'". To show the girl what she was talking about Lea handed Heather her phone. Both girls watched as Heather scrolled thru the message for a good ten minutes in silence before Dianna finally said something.

"Good thing you don't have your own twitter." Heather nodded and handed the phone back to Lea.

"This is exactly why I don't. I mean what's the big deal it was just my opinion."

Lea opened her mouth to speak but Dianna beat her to it. "People love you and Nay, they love Brittana, their invested in it."

"So is that what's up with Naya? And don't give me the run around Agron I saw the look you gave Lea."

The two roommates exchanged looks before coming to a mutual understanding. It was time to step in. "Hemo if it was the other way around how would you feel? They may joke about it but Naya is their captain and she's their captain for a reason. If Naya said Santana was meant to be with Puck after you had spent the better part of the year saying Brittany and Santana are soul mates how would you feel?"

Heather was starting to get upset, it was just her opinion and it was just a stupid tweet. "I'd respect her opinion and at least talk to her."

"To be fair she hasn't answered anyone's messages, not even Kevin and Telly's."

The tall blonde leaned her head back against the couch and checked her phone for the millionth time that night. Biting her lip she decided to send another message to her best friend. Please talk to me, if it's about the tweet please talk to me and let it go, you know I love you more than I love anyone else in this world. She quoted Brittany in hopes that it would make the girl smile and respond. "It can't be about that tweet though, maybe you were right before, that nothing is wrong.

"I love you Morris but I know you aren't that dumb."

"What's that supposed to mean Lea?"

"It means that you know in your heart that's why she's upset. You knew the minute she didn't answer you that something was wrong."

Not being able to take it anymore she stood up. "I won't be made to feel guilty for expressing my opinion and how I feel.

Before she could reach the door she heard the shorter hair blonde speak up. "Except its not how you feel and its not how she feels. Do you not see how she looks at you because it's the same way you look at her. She loves and the only way she can have you is thru Brittana.

"Naya doesn't love me, not in the way you're implying. It's just characters on a show, she can't seriously be mad over that."

"Yeah hun, we got that." Lea said before making her way over to engulf her friend in a hug. "But its characters that stemmed from you and Naya. You talking about Bartie being perfect is like you saying that you and Taylor were soul mates."

"You need to find her Hemo, you need to find her and make it right. Tweet or not it hurt her." Dianna spoke softly not wanting to upset her friend anymore.

Heather stepped away from Lea taking in all the new information. "I need to go find her." With that she left, finally understanding what she's pretty sure she knew all along. Naya was invested in her, in them, and their characters. Fiction had blurred the lines between reality and fiction and Heather wasn't sure she knew which was which anymore. All she knew was that she had to find her and she had to apologize. Hurting Naya was never something Heather ever wanted to do and she certainly didn't mean to leave her with all the negative feedback her tweet had caused.