"When did you know?" she asked me as we were lying on the couch. My arm wrapped tightly around her waist, as she drew circles on my stomach. I smiled because it tickled a little. "To be honest, I always knew you were special, from the first moment I saw you. Then the more I got to know you, things just began to click. In the back of my mind I knew that I could have feelings for you, I just wasn't completely sure. That day you had your date with Taylor, I went over to Di's house, looking for something you know? Advice, a shoulder to cry on, I wasn't sure. When I got there, she told me what my heart had already realized. I loved you." I finished. My hand found her and the intertwined. I knew she was thinking about how to respond, but I wasn't looking for a response. I just wanted to hear her say I love you too. "What are you thinking about?" I ask her. Her eyes were now closed. "Everything. You, Taylor; it's just a lot to process. I do love you, there is no doubt about that, but I am not completely sure I am over Taylor." My heart dropped and I felt like the room was spinning. I closed my eyes to force back tears that were threatening to break free. Obviously, waiting for me to say something she sat silent for what seemed like forever. I honestly had nothing to say. I just confessed my love to this girl, and she just blew me off for a boy that wanted her to pack up her dreams and run off with him to fairytale land. Maybe they did deserve each other. Feeling myself getting angrier, I softly pushed her off me and got up. I felt betrayed, disappointed, but most importantly hurt. I shouldn't have told her, I should have told her to go with Taylor and live happily. Walking into the kitchen I grabbed a beer from the fridge and chugged it down. Realizing that wasn't enough I grabbed another one, chugging that down too. Ugh, my emotions were swelling up inside of me and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Walking back into the living room, I sat on the opposite side of the couch, putting a good distance between Heather and I. "What's wrong with you?" she asked noticing my anxiety. I was freaking out, my mind was racing and the room was still spinning. On the outside, I just looked mad as hell. "Nothing. I should have let you get over Taylor before I just sprung my love on you. Sorry." The words left my mouth in a harsh, sarcastic tone. I didn't mean for them to sound like that, but I just couldn't help it. I hated being this vulnerable, but every time I am around her my walls just came tumbling down. "Sorry? Sorry for what?" she asked getting angry. I looked at her trying to figure out why she was so upset. I should be the one crying my eyes out. I should be the one upset. "Sorry that I told you I loved you" as soon as the left my lips, I regretted it. The alcohol was certainly settling in, because I only say things like that when I am buzzed or drunk. I watched as her face crumbled. I didn't mean it the way it sounded, but I couldn't take it back. "I didn't mean it like that Heather" I reached for her, but she snatched away. "Maybe you are right. Maybe you should have kept it in. Maybe I should go find Taylor and fix things. I told you last night that I didn't leave because you and now you say you wish you never said that you loved me. You have got to be kidding me Naya." She was yelling now. Her blue eyes pierced my soul, shooting daggers through my heart. "You know that's not what I meant, Heather" I was yelling back. "I meant that I shouldn't have sprung it on you. I should have waited, till I knew things were officially done. God, you always do this" I finish. Everything was a blur. Damn. I shouldn't have drunk the alcohol. "Well, at the rate WE are going right now, I don't think I'll be over Taylor" as the words left her mouth, I clutched my stomach, running to the bathroom. All the food in my stomach landing in the toilet, as I lay on the bathroom floor sobbing, only stopping to hear my front door close. Another wave of nausea came, as I doubled over the toilet. My insides felt like there were being ripped out. The tears continue to flow, long after the nausea stopped. Not having enough strength to get to my room, I just laid on my bathroom floor, praying that all of this was a dream and I could wake up in Heather's arms.
"Naya open this damn door, NOW" I hear Dianna scream. She was so annoying sometimes. She had key, why is she acting like guest? I was still lying on the bathroom floor. My stomach and head ached and my eyes burned from all the crying. I guess Dianna finally got the point and let herself in. "Naya" she yelled from downstairs. I didn't even have the energy to say here. I just laid there waiting for her to come inside the bathroom and find me in the depressed state I was in. "Oh Naya" she whispers walking into the bathroom. I didn't even bother looking up, because as soon as I saw her face the waterworks would begin to fall. "What happened between you in Heather? Please don't leave anything out because I need the full story." She says. She was hiding something. "I told her how I felt. She told me she loved me back and she wasn't sure if she was over Taylor yet. I said I shouldn't have told her I loved her, and then she said she should go fix things with Taylor. I let her go" I finish, my voice more raspy than usual. Dianna gave me a bottle of water from her bag, as she joined me on the floor. I looked at her and she avoided my gaze. "Dianna, what is it? I know you are hiding something" I say. My hands started shaking. "Look" was all she said as she handed me her phone. The headline read: Glee star Heather Morris gets engaged to high school boyfriend. I quickly handed her, her phone back before I found myself doubled over the toilet again. I was in that position till my body had nothing left. Dianna helped me to my room. "I'm sorry." Was all she could say. I nodded my head. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't Heather's fault. It was mine. "Will you be able to film tomorrow?" Di asked me. My head in her lap, as she played with my hair. "I don't think I have much of a choice. Of course it's going to suck, but it happens. I just have to act." She didn't respond because there was nothing left to say. Falling asleep, Dianna kissed my forehead and left, silently.