I feel Heather take my hand in hers and give it a soft squeeze as the plane starts to take off. She knows how much I hate this part. I'm always fine once we are in the air, I just hate the feeling that I get when leaving the ground. I look over at her and smile at the gesture. I close my eyes and lay my head back against the seat and breathe deeply until the plane stabilizes. I'm sure that the pregnancy is making things worse as I start to feel clammy. The nerves probably aren't helping much either. Telling my mom about Heather is going to be hard enough. Now I have to tell her about a pregnancy too. I'm not sure which one I should tell them first. The seat belt sign turns off and Heather moves the armrest from between us and pulls me closer to her.

"You ok?" she asks softly.

"Nervous. Clammy. Scared to death," I reply.

"Everything is going to be okay. Let's take it one step at a time. Maybe we should just tell your mom you're pregnant first. We can talk to her about us after things have settled down," Heather suggests.

"I want her to know about us. I don't like hiding things from her and she deserves to know why I'm not going to be with Gabe," I say.

"Okay. Just don't feel pressured. If the timing isn't right then we can wait," Heather replies. I love her more everytime she does little things like this. I nod in reply.

A few hours later we are sitting in our rental car in front of my parent's house.

"Let's do this," I say as I take a deep breath and open the car door and walk over to her side of the car.

"I'm ready if you are," she says as she takes my hand and we walk up to the door. Before I can knock my mom has already opened the door to greet us.

"Mija!" she says happily as she hugs me tightly. "I wasn't expecting you!"

"I know, I wanted to surprise you," I say. And boy is this visit going to be full of surprises.

"Heather, it's good to see you again," mom says as she hugs Heather. She treats Heather just like her own daughter. It's something I've always loved about bringing Heather home with me. "Come in girls."

We both walk in. It feels comforting being at home with all the chaos that has been going on in my life lately.

"We're gonna go put our bags in the guest bedroom," I say with a smile as I start to pick up the suitcase. Heather beats me to it and flashes me a smile. I can tell my mom caught it by the look she gives me as I walk up the stairs. We arrive in my old room, which is now a guest bedroom and Heather sits down the bags.

"She's figured it out," I say as I sit down on the bed and Heather rummages through her suitcase.

"Which part?" Heather asks as she pulls out her make up bag.

"I'm not sure," I say. She walks over to the mirror and starts freshening up her make-up.

"It's gonna be okay Nay," she says softly.

"I hope you're right."

I lay down on the bed and close my eyes for what seems like a few minutes. When I wake up, I realize a couple hours have passed and Heather isn't in the room. I get up and walk downstairs, hearing laughter coming from the kitchen. I see Heather and my mom sitting at the table talking and laughing.

"Good morning sunshine," my mom says. "Feel better now?"

"Much better," I say with a smile as I take the seat next to Heather. I have to stop myself from leaning over and kissing Heather in front of my mom. She squeezes my hand under the table knowingly.

"So, I want to talk to you about something mom," I begin.

"You know you can tell me anything sweetie," my mom replies. "But if this is about you and Heather I already know."

"Wait..what? You told her?" I look at Heather confused.

"No, she didn't tell me. I figured something was going on with you two last time I saw you. Then, your sister told me you broke up with Gabe and I figured that was why you showed up out of the blue," She explains.

"And you're okay with it?" I ask.

She places her hand on mine and smiles. "I love you both very much. All I want is for you to be happy. Heather, I've never seen her so happy as when she is with you."

"I do love her, very much," Heather says as she looks at me with tears welling up in her eyes.

"I love you too," I reply as tears begin filling my own eyes. Stupid hormones. I stop for a moment and realize I have to tell my mom this part too.

"There's just sort of one problem, mom. After Gabe and I broke up I found out that I'm….pregnant," I say. She looks down at her hands and fiddles with the napkin in her hand and starts to pry for more information without looking at me.

"Have you told him?" she asks.

"Yes. He said he is going to be here for me and the baby if I will let him," I say.

"What about you Heather? How do you feel about all this?" she asks as she looks over at her. I suddenly have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Throughout all of this, I think this is the first time she has been asked how it makes her feel.

"I'm here for Naya. It isn't going to be easy but I know it's going to be okay," she replies as she turns to me and smiles. I lean in and kiss her and pull away quickly feeling self-conscious with my mother there. My mother smiles at her reply and looks back over at me placing her hand on mine.

"I just want you to be happy. I know that this baby is unexpected but I can tell that it's brought you two even closer together. I think you two are strong enough to get through this," she says as she gets up and hugs me.

"I'm sorry we sprung all this on you at once, mom. Thank you for being so understanding," I whisper as she embraces me. She kisses my forehead.

Later that evening, Heather and I are back upstairs getting ready for bed. I change into my pjs and get in the bed and snuggle under the covers. Heather comes back in from the bathroom in a towel and changes to a tank top and shorts. She gets in bed and cuddles up next to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I'm glad your mom took things so well," she whispers.

"Me too. I'm just worried about your parents," I reply as I run my fingers through her hair.

"So am I," she admits.

"Your parents love you very much and I know they may not accept this right now, but I think over time they will," I say. Deep down I know she has a reason to worry. Her parents haven't been very supportive of our relationship in the past and already have enough trouble accepting the fact that Brittany plays a bisexual on Glee.

"I hope so," she replies. I know she isn't very convinced by my statement. I tilt her chin up so she is making eye contact with me and kiss her.

"It's gonna be okay."

I know that this may not mean much but it's all I can give her right now. It may not be okay right away, but eventually it will be.

I wake up and get out of bed. Heather isn't in bed so I decide to get up and get dressed. As I walk by the full-length mirror I stop for a moment and lift up my shirt to see that a small bump is starting to protrude. She walks in the room with a towel wrapped around her and notices me examining the bump.

"I think you are gonna have to tell Ryan soon. That cheerios uniform is going to be looking Quinn Fabray tight here in a few weeks," Heather comments. "But I still think you're sexy."

"You have to say that," I reply. I know she means it. I've known how she feels about me for awhile now.

It was the night after we had kissed on set for Glee. We decided to go out to a club with some of Heather's friends. She and I were dancing together and for some reason every time I tried to make any sort of physical contact with her she would push me off. I didn't get what was going on because it wasn't like she cared about how touchy-feely we were around her friends. I felt sad and upset and all I wanted was to be close to her. I tried to dance with her again and this time she grabbed my hand and pulled me off to the side to talk to me.

"Look Nay, don't do this here. I'm with Taylor and I don't want people thinking anything different," she said harshly. She had never been that way to me before and it hurt like hell. She was usually very sweet with me and we always talked our problems out. This was really out of character for her.

I didn't know how to respond so I just nodded and kept my distance from her the rest of the night. I caught her looking for me occasionally and she would quickly go back to dancing with her friends when she found me. I don't remember much else but a few hours after going out we were all back at her apartment. One of her friends had gotten sick so we came back to her place. As soon as we got back she went straight upstairs to her bedroom. Her roommate and friends passed out in the living room soon after we got back. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went upstairs to the bathroom. When I came out I saw that her door was slightly cracked. I knocked on it, pushed it open and she motioned for me to come inside from her bed. I quietly shut it behind me. We were both clearly still drunk but I remember what happened next so clearly. I walked over to the bed and she pulled my arm to tell me it was okay for us to be close again.

"Are you still upset?" I asked as cuddled up next to her.

"No," she whispered as she moved a few strands of my hair out of my face. "I'm just a little bit afraid."

"Afraid of what?" I ask.

"Afraid of how you make me feel," she replied. Even though it's dark I swear I see tears welling up in her eyes.

"Is that why you stopped dancing with me earlier and got upset that I was being touchy-feely with you?"

"Yes, it's because all I wanted to do was dance with you like we were earlier. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around you and kiss you again the way we did earlier today. I shouldn't be thinking like this. It makes me feel guilty for wanting you so bad when I'm with Taylor," she explained. I'd never seen her like this. She was so torn between how she felt and what she thought was right. I felt the same way for her but I decided not to push it.

"I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do. If dancing with you like that makes you uncomfortable then I'll stop. If us being close like this makes you uncomfortable then we can stop being this way," I reply. But she didn't move away. Instead, she pulled me closer to her and leaned in to kiss me. I closed the remaining distance between us and our lips met. They felt perfect against mine, like someone had molded them to fit my lips perfectly. Our kisses were soft and gentle, not wanting to push the other too far away. In that moment I realized the one thing I had been longing for from her was this. All this time spent with us being constantly close to each other I thought that it was just a part of who we were as friends. But I realized that what we had was more than two friends wanting attention from each other. The way this kiss felt told me that I loved her more than just a friend. It told me I loved her more than anyone else I'd ever been in love with before.

"I love you," she said as she pulled me in for another kiss. I stop kissing her for a moment and breathe against her neck.

"I love you too, so much," I reply. That was all I needed to hear in that moment. That would have to be enough to help us find our way to each other.