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Naya wasn't about to let Heather go that easily. Lucky for her, she knew exactly where to find her. She went straight over to Stage 16 on the Paramount lot. She knew that's where Heather would be. According to the schedule, the "new" New Directions had their last group number before the winter hiatus. She didn't have a plan but she had tons of thoughts.

She stormed through the doors at Stage 16, and went straight to the auditorium set. "Ryan!" she screamed. "RYAN!"

"CUT! Dammit Naya, what are you doing? You can't just storm in here screaming like that. What do you want, we're in the middle of shooting!"

Naya looked all around, and couldn't find Heather. "I'm looking for Heather, where is she?"

Ryan turned around to look at the group of actors on the stage. "She's obviously not here, Naya, now would you please? It's already 11, and we've got to get through here."

"Ryan! Where is she? Why isn't she filming? This is the group number. Brittany is part of the New Directions."

"Not anymore, Naya. Look, I don't have time for this. You're done for the day. Go home!"

"Where IS she?!" Naya retorted, a bit louder and more sternly. Ryan just stood there silent for a minute. "Please… just tell me."

Ryan looked at her apologetically, and finally let out a long sigh. "She's gone, Naya. She wrapped earlier. She's on an indefinite hiatus."

"What?! How could you ju-"

"Naya, she wanted it. It wasn't my call. I'm not going to make someone stay when they want off the show. If she leaves on a good note, she might come back. I just gave her the space she was asking for. Maybe you should do the same…"

Naya's eyes started to fill with tears. "What time did she wrap?"

"5:00. While you were in the middle of your scene," Ryan offered. "Just go home, Naya. It's getting late."

Naya slowly turned and started back toward her trailer. What does he mean he gave her space? Did he write her off the show? There's no way. This can be real. She was just filming with Heather...

...Actually, it had been two months. Now that Santana and Brittany didn't have many scenes together as a couple, they always had different call times. And when they did have scenes together, they usually shot them all at once. The last time they had a scene together was early October. It was already early December. And they were getting ready to wrap for winter hiatus. How did she not know where Brittany's storyline was going? Had she really been so wrapped up she didn't notice?

Of course today was her last day. Naya thought to herself. How could she have been so blind? The girls had barely talked for two months. It was easy for Heather to keep it all under wraps.

Fuck.

She started running, not even realizing where she was going. She opened her trailer door, grabbed her keys and that letter that she hated reading just a few short minutes ago, and sprinted to her car. She had to get to Heather's house. She didn't care that it was late. This could be her last chance to get Heather back.

She had a 30 minute drive to Heather's. She knew that if she sped a little, she could make it in less. All she wanted to do is get to Heather's house.

It seemed Naya had been getting lost in her thoughts since she wrapped for the night. She usually had a wind-down process but in light of recent events, she didn't have anything else on her mind. She started thinking about what she was going to do once she got to Heather's house.

She thought of the possible scenarios. Should she profess her love for the blonde that she's never gone a day without thinking about? Was she going to tell her that she messed up, that she doesn't want her to go to Arizona, and that she wanted to be with her? That she'd spend every day for the rest of her life making her realize that she's never wanted anything or anyone more than she wants Heather – not her career, not her friends on set, not Matt…

Matt… Fuck.

She was supposed to go to his house when she wrapped for the day. For a brief second, she thought about calling him to let him know she wasn't going to make it, but she pushed those thoughts away when she realized she only had 20 minutes more to figure out what the hell she was going to do when she got to Heather's.

Naya imagined herself dropping down on one knee as soon as Heather opened the door. Get a hold of yourself, Rivera. You're not proposing. She laughed at the thought. Heather wouldn't marry her anyway – she always said when they were dating, "I just want to enjoy life being me for a little bit. No engagements until at least 30!"

Maybe she just wouldn't say anything. Maybe she'd just grab Heather by the nape of her neck, pull her close, and kiss her as soon as she opened the door. Come on. How cliché could you be, Naya. You need to do better than that!

Naya's sub-conscious was becoming her worst enemy… Well, that and the clock. 10 minutes. Fuck! What am I going to do?

Still playing the possible scenarios in her head, Naya didn't even realize that the stop light in front of her changed to red. She blew right through the light. She wouldn't have noticed if she didn't look to her right and see a pair of headlights coming her way. Her mind went blank. It felt like she came out of her body, just to watch her get hit by the car coming at her. She was frozen. Even the honking horn coming her way wasn't enough to bring her back down to earth.

Apparently, her instincts took over. She pushed the pedal all the way to the floor and got through that light as fast as she could. She swerved to the left trying to buy her some time. She over corrected and swerved to the right finding herself in the grass next to the shoulder.

Shit.

She had no idea what happened. Did she get hit? She turned around to see that there were no cars in the intersection behind her. There was no one next to her on the shoulder. She must have just gotten through. What the hell?

She rested her forehead on the steering wheel and she let herself cry. It was more than a cry. It was a sob. What am I doing? I'm acting crazy. She wants to get away from me badly enough to run away, I need to let her go…

Maybe that's what she should be going to Heather's to do. She's just going to say goodbye.

She pulls off of the shoulder, heads back towards Heather's house. It's near midnight now. She's probably sleeping, Naya. You're going to knock on her door and just say goodbye? You're an idiot.

As she approaches Heather's door, she hears the blonde giggle. Naya smiles softly. There's nothing she loves more than hearing Heather laugh. But there's nothing she hates more than knowing she's not the one to make her ex-girlfriend laugh anymore. That was someone else doing it. And she knew exactly who that someone else was.

Gosh she hated him. She didn't want to hate him. He was actually really good to Heather, but he had Heather. And Naya didn't have her anymore. She would have killed to switch places with the guy on the other side of the door.

She finally got the courage to knock. Softly at first. She didn't hear anything except continued laughing.

She knocked again, a little harder this time. She heard some whispers on the other side of the door, so she knew that they had heard her. She tensed. What was she going to say?

Heather opened the door and froze, grabbing the door for stability. Naya noticed something sparkle into her eye. She dropped her eyes to Heather's left hand, holding her up. Immediately she looked behind the blonde to see Taylor standing in the background with two glasses of champagne.

Her heart sank and her mouth dropped to the floor.

Heather was the first to break the silence.

"…Naya? What are you doing here?"