Title – Halfway To Anywhere
Summary: Naya's not sure how she ended up in her bathtub; hung-over and with Heather on top of her, but the kink in her neck suggests they slept there. Sequel to Behind Closed Doors. RPF. HeYa.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
A/N: So sorry about the wait.
-ooo-
It's five o'clock when Naya wakes up. Five fucking o'clock in the morning. And it's the shrill sound of Heather's stupid phone ringing that so abruptly pulls her from sleep.
It's so loud she doesn't even have time to fully get her bearings before her body is reacting and jolting her into a sitting position. The blankets pool around her middle and her hands clumsily grab at her chest. She's not even sure why. She just covers her heart and frowns, and sucks in air.
The relentless ringing keeps going and Heather doesn't seem to be hearing it, because she's just curled peacefully beside Naya. She's wrapped in a cocoon of sheets and half under the pillow. And all Naya can really see is blonde hair. She squints from the soft sunlight and smacks her palm against the mattress.
"Gettit." She mumbles to Heather's sleeping form. Her words sound broken and jumbled and she swallows as she pats the mattress again, she's trying to wake Heather. But she's also trying to find Heather's obnoxiously loud phone.
"Heather. Phone." She adds. This time her words are louder. Although Heather is still sleeping through the ringing assault, so with a deliberate move Naya smacks the blondes shoulder firmly.
It's an attempt to wake Heather and it works. Probably a little bit too well, because before Naya is aware Heather is throwing herself up in a tangle of sheets and pillows and she looks so shocked it's almost amusing. Her eyes are wide and round and she pats around the blankets frantically. She kind of looks half asleep still.
"Answer it, it's so loud." Naya groans.
Heather keeps searching the bed and her hair tangles over her shoulders. "I got it, I got it." She doesn't. She hasn't even found it. But Naya watches in silent amusement with a small smile on her lips, because the sight is strangely appealing.
It's the second time Heather has been in Naya's bed and Naya kind of loves it, a lot.
"I got it…, I got – I haven't got it. Where the hell is it?" Heather grumbles, her hands smack and slide around the bed even quicker. Naya smiles wider just as Heather fumbles for her phone triumphantly. "Found it." She tells needlessly.
The stupid device is even louder now that it's not covered and hidden under the sheets and Naya scrunches her face up. "Who is it? Who the hell calls at five in the morning?" She asks.
Heather's squints at her phone, before she swipes the screen with her thumb. "It's Lea." She says as she holds the phone up to her ear. "Hello?"
Naya watches as Heather starts to nod slowly and curiosity begins to creep up on her. She can't hear Lea on the other end. Which if she's honest, most times she could. Because Lea has a habit of speaking unnecessarily loud over the phone and Naya has a habit of listening to one-sided phone calls. But either way Naya can't hear her today, so she's left waiting for Heather to respond.
After another slow nod, Heather hums. "Okay, yeah, no that's cool. You seriously just found them on set? Where abouts were they?"
Naya raises her eyebrows when Heather glances up to her, and she tilts her head in a silent question.
Heather pulls the phone away and covers the speaker. "Lea found a bunch of kittens on set." She informs with a cute little grin. She looks completely smitten about the idea. "Under a bush."
Naya furrows her eyebrows. "What is Lea doing on set? It's the weekends."
Heather just shakes her head before she uncovers the phone and presses it against her ear.
"It's the weekends." Naya repeats. She's tired and confused and only now just realizing that she's looking at Heather in her bra. She smiles and she can't stop it, it just grows. God stop!
Heather looks to her again, "she found them Friday. They've been at her apartment since. There's a whole litter, Naya." She grins and Naya's thankful because it makes her own smile seem completely normal. "She wants to show me them." Heather adds.
"She just took a litter of cats home with her?" Naya asks slowly. She wants to speak louder but she's aware Lea might hear her if she does, so she whispers. "Isn't that stealing?"
"I don't really think they had a home, Naya. I reckon someone has dumped them there. And they're not cats they're kittens." Heather grins again.
"Well, I guess it goes with her contact name." Naya says. Heather's grin grows and her cheeks flush red as she tries to hold back her chuckle. Naya leans close. "Kitty-Kat." She whispers with laughter. Heather's eyes widen and her breathing changes into a silent giggle, she just hangs her jaw open in part amusement and what Naya thinks is barely contained belly-laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" Oh. Now Naya can hear Lea. "Is it the phone line, or are you laughing?"
Heather pushes Naya back and clears her throat. "No, I'm not laughing." She manages.
"But seriously, HeMo, just think about it again…, kitt-y…Kat." Naya whispers, her voice gets louder when a laugh threatens to spill over her lips and Heather smacks her shoulder around an uncontained snicker.
"Zip it!" Heather's little giggle makes Naya's heart jump and she can't resist leaning closer again.
"Just say it in your mind. Kitty-Kat."
Another badly contained chuckle from Heather fills the room. "Seriously, Shhh! I'm trying to talk."
"Talk to who? Huh? Kitty-Kat?"
"Oh my God! You are hopeless." Heather mumbles and Naya sits back a little.
"Who is hopeless?" Loud talker Lea asks. "Are you alright? Is that someone laughing? It's Naya isn't it?"
"No. No, it's not Naya. It's five in the morning, so it's not Naya. What were you saying about the kittens?"
Naya quiets herself and swallows down the rest of her laughter as she stares at Heather. Well, watches Heather. Okay, so maybe a little bit of staring happens.
Heather hums. "I could meet you at your place in an hour if you want?"
A frown from Naya and then Heather is nodding.
"Cool. So in an hour then? And you can show me these kittens." She grins, glances to Naya and then down to her lap. "Awesome. Bye."
"Couple of quick questions." Naya says as soon as Heather hangs up.
"Shoot."
"First, why are we awake at five in the morning? Second, why is Lea awake at five in the morning? And third, maybe the most important one; why are you leaving my comfy bed to go over to Lea's?"
Heather looks amused. "She has a box full of kittens, Naya. And you're coming with me."
"Because that will be subtle, Dianna will be there you know."
"I'm aware. She lives there." Heather replies with a small look of curiosity.
Naya shakes her head, "I'm just saying that me giving you a lift at this hour of the morning would look suss."
Before Naya has a chance to add anything else, Heather is wriggling free of the blankets and standing up. She looks beautiful and Naya kind of just gazes at her for a moment.
"Dianna knows about us, honey. She's not going to care. And as for Lea, she probably won't even notice. I'll just say that you like owed me a favour or something, and so I got you to drive me because Ash is borrowing my car or, y'know…, something."
Naya raises her eyebrows. "Wow. That seemed thought out. And no, don't um…, don't bother making excuses up. I don't want to do that. If Lea asks why I'm with you we'll just say you stayed the night." Her heart thumps so hard as she speaks that Naya thinks it'll crush through her ribcage, but Heather's smile is worth it. So she returns the grin around her jumble of nerves and breathes out. "It's not a lie, right?"
"Totally not a lie." Heather answers with a little wink.
Naya dies.
-ooo-
Naya's not a morning person. She's not. Like at all! So she drinks a lot of coffee, more than an average person would. Which is understandable, she thinks it is a given considering her job. If she didn't have coffee she would most likely crash around mid-day and not wake up until the next week. So she makes sure she drinks a coffee every morning.
Her daily coffee as Heather calls it. Mainly, Naya thinks, because it's become a routine of hers. She gets up, has a coffee and goes to work.
It's simple. It's practical. And it's needed. Because, who wants to be a zombie on set? No one.
And yeah, okay. So she doesn't have as many scenes as some of the cast. And half the time her character is put in a scene to insult, add information into a conversation. Or just look pretty. And she doesn't even have pages and pages worth of lines to remember. But either way, working on set is tiring. And nine out of ten times Naya is holding a coffee. Whether its store bought on set, or from the small café down the road. She's guaranteed to be sipping caffeine.
So her daily coffee is more plural.
The point is, Naya's not a morning person and she's addicted to caffeine.
The other point. It's six in the morning and Naya is driving without her daily coffee, so there's a problem that's apparent straight off the bat. Heather, well, she just isn't seeing it.
"I shouldn't be driving." Naya deadpans. Her hands sit heavily on the steering wheel as she turns a corner. "No one should be driving at this hour." She adds with a grumble. "I'm so tired that I just know we're going to have a crash and you're going to go smashing through the front window. And you'll end up on the street and I'm going to be paralysed and have like glass in my eyes or something, all because we are going to see kittens."
Heather's forehead bumps the side window as she looks out. "Dramatic."
"I'm an actress what did you expect?" Naya snaps back. It's done playfully, but because she's so tired her voice falls and she sounds slow and mumbled.
Heather's forehead bumps the window again. It's a soft knock that Naya cringes at.
If she's honest, she is a little curious about the kittens Lea found. And also she likes seeing Heather get that goofy grin anytime she mentions the felines.
"It's too early to be driving." Naya complains again when Heather doesn't give her a response.
It's silent for a few moments as Heather's forehead knocks the window with every jolt and bump of the car. And Naya winces when Heather hits her head a bit too hard for probably either of their liking.
"Sorry." Naya says instantly, she doesn't know why she's apologizing exactly. But she's the one driving and she's the one who keeps hitting the potholes, so she feels half responsible. She slows the car gradually in an attempt to lessen the bumps.
Heather lifts her head away from the window though, and grins. "Your hair is a mess." She says.
Naya's face falls and she looks in the rear-view mirror. "That's probably because someone dragged me out of bed and then pushed me out the door before I even had a chance to dress properly." With one hand she smooths down her hair, and sends Heather a quick glance.
"Eyes on the road," Heather orders around a small smile. "You've got me paranoid that we'll crash now."
"And you've got me paranoid about my hair." Naya says back. She glances in the mirror again and tries to smooth down the fly away bits of hair.
Heather shifts a little in her seat. "Seriously, watch the road." Her smile tells Naya she's not that worried, but either way Naya stops fixing her hair and focuses on driving. Heather chuckles under her breath. "You're so vain."
"Mmhm, you know it."
"You're hairs not that bad actually."
"Is this just to appease my vanity?"
Heather chuckles again. "You caught me out."
Picking up her speed Naya looks over to Heather quickly. "Tell me I'm pretty, feed my pride." She jokes. The car bumps again as Naya manages to hit yet another pothole and Heather's jaw clenches with temporary worry before she's smiling again.
"You're beautiful." She informs in a low monotone voice.
Naya rolls her eyes at the lame attempt at flattery, "once more with feeling, darlin'." She coaxes. Her giggle makes her attempt at a southern accent sound strange and she grimaces at herself before indicating right and slowing the car to go around the roundabout.
She's not sure if it was her fast speed going towards the roundabout or if it was the sudden drop in speed that causes her to misjudge the turn, but either way Naya finds herself careening around the rather small roundabout and slamming over the island in the middle.
The next thing she's aware of is Heather's elbow hitting her face from the sudden and reckless jolt, and then her front tires are hitting the curb of the next street and she's positive she almost sets off the airbags with the force she uses to slam on the brakes. It's not a serious hit, just a curb swipe and a roundabout mishap. But it still has Naya's heart racing.
"I'm so sorry!" Heather frantically tells.
But Naya's curse is loud enough to drown Heather out.
"Shit!"
-ooo-
By the time they reach Lea and Dianna's apartment Naya is at least a bit calmer and Heather isn't grinding her teeth like some type of camel. She is however holding Naya's hand in a death grip as they walk up to the front door. Naya's pretty sure she's lost all feeling in her hand actually. Although that doesn't stop her from holding Heather's own hand in a secure embrace. It's kind of nice. Holding hands in public, even if it's only for a few meters from the car to the apartment.
It's clear to Naya that Heather hasn't actually picked up on the public displays of affection. In fact, it's clear that the hand holding is almost second nature to Heather.
Naya looks away from their joined hands and comes to a stop at the door. "Sorry for almost killing us." She mumbles as she knocks. It's a quick tap-tap-tap sound and it's loud in the early morning.
Heather smiles, "I seriously thought you would have seen the curb."
"First off, I did. I was watching where I was driving until you decided to elbow me in the face." Naya says quickly.
Heather smiles even more. It's amazing how she can be so cheerful when the sun is barely up. "I said sorry. And the only reason I elbowed you was because we went over the roundabout island, I almost got whiplash from that."
"I almost got whiplash from your elbow." Naya says around a genuine little chuckle. The door swings open before Heather can respond and Naya jumps a little from the abrupt motion.
"He-tha…, Naya!" Lea stumbles over her words. She's stuck between a smile and an open mouthed expression. "What a surprise! Did you girls' drive here together?"
Disregarding the fact that Lea, just like Heather, also seems to be a morning person Naya steps inside, she drags Heather behind by their joined hands.
"Sure did." She states. She's trying for confident. Because hello she just held Heather's hand as she stepped over the threshold and if Lea's raised eyebrows suggest anything, Naya's sure the singer noticed.
Although really, who wouldn't?
"That's an early wake up call for you, Naya." The door shuts with a click as Lea smiles brightly at the both of them. "I'm surprised you both got here so quickly. Did you swing by and pick Heather up?" Naya's sure if Lea tried any harder not to stare at their joined hands she'd snap her neck and break her back. As it is Lea's pretty much staring Naya down.
It's like Lea is trying to ask a silent question and gather the answer without actually saying anything.
Her eyes almost look possessed.
Naya looks away. "Actually no, HeMo was at my place already."
Lea's eyes bug out further and Naya chides herself for taking a quick glance. It was like being interrogated, via Lea Michele's eyes.
"Stayed the night." Heather chimes in. Naya's thankful. Because why is Lea only looking at her and not at Heather?
It takes two to hold hands!
Maybe that's why Lea is looking at them so intently. Or, attempting to not look at them so intently – she's doing a horrific job.
With a gentle squeeze to Heather's hand, Naya lets go.
Lea's eyes are drawn to the movement and then she's look at Naya again. "A girls' night! How fun!" She breathes around a grin. "Was there movies and refreshments?"
When Lea's awkward, she's really awkward.
Naya chuckles and holds her hand up. "Stop for a sec. You just sounded like 'Rachel Berry'." She bends her fingers in quotation marks, and lowers her arm. She's almost positive she did the gesture in the wrong context, but no one says anything.
Lea just nods, "I heard it. I heard it." She scrunches her face up and then relaxes her shoulders. "I just meant, did you girls' have a couple of drinks?"
She's trying to sound casual and Naya wants to walk outside, jump in her car and curl up on the backseat and sleep. Because Lea's being awkward and it's, well. Awkward.
"What's weird is that now I can't stop picturing you as Rachel, and it's disturbing." Her voice falls out her mouth flat and Heather smacks her arm lightly as she breathes a laugh.
"We had wine, but Naya spilled it." Heather answers. Lea looks to her and Naya's thankful the possessed staring isn't directed her way anymore.
With a shrug she looks to Heather as well, "I was dropping shit." She informs. When Heather gives her a grin, Naya feels a wave of energy run through her. It's like an instant hit of caffeine and she grins back. She knows it's a goofy grin, because she's mimicking Heather's.
"You two are awfully peppy considering it's so early."
"Oh my God, now I'm picturing her as Rachel as well." Heather blatantly states.
Naya wants to grin again, but she tries to dull it down when Lea glances to her. So she's left with a tight lipped smile. "It's weird right?"
Immediately Lea's hands go up. "Okay, okay. I get it. I'm just super excited about these beautiful kittens. So you can mock me all you want Rivera." With a small shake of her finger, Lea makes her way into the living room. Heather's quick to follow and Naya takes the rear.
"Will do Rachel." She deadpans.
Lea doesn't turn back when she replies. "I really have nothing in common with Rachel."
"Except that you're crazy talented and can hold a mean tune." Heather interjects. Lea spins around and gives her a genuine smile. One that suggests she didn't expect the compliment.
"That's true." She smiles again, it's a more playful grin and then she points to the bedroom door. Naya would think it was Lea's way of inviting them both to mess around, had she not known the singer better. "Now do you want to see these kittens?"
Heather nods, "absolutely."
With a serious nod Lea opens the bedroom door and allows it to swing open slowly. It creaks a little and for a moment the three of them just stare at nothing, that is until a small black kitten comes walking out of the room. Its little legs cause it to seem clumsy and Naya's sure her face melts a little with the damn coo she lets slip past her lips. It's actually just a puff of air. But either way she practically fawns over the kitten.
Three more follow the leader out. A tortoiseshell one, another black one and a pale grey one and Naya's attention is adverted from them when Heather kneels. She watches as Lea joins Heather as she squats and the kittens make slow but eager progress over to the two.
"Okay. They are so much smaller than what I thought they'd be." Heather whispers in a coo. She holds her hand out to one of the kittens gingerly and Naya smiles at the careful gesture before moving to stand directly behind Heather's kneeling form.
Lea's grabbing for the tortoiseshell kitten a moment later and scooping it into her arms. It's the smallest one.
"This one here is my favourite." She tells, holding the kitten near her head. "She's just beautiful isn't she? And so friendly."
Heather wiggles her fingers to the three other kittens. "I seriously can't believe you just found these on set." She wiggles her fingers again and one of the black kittens roams closer. Naya smiles and without really thinking she reaches for Heather's hair. It's tied back in a loose ponytail, carelessly thrown up when they had left Naya's place and Naya finds it so damn hard to resist running her fingers through the strands.
So she does.
In fact she's just stands there and twirls Heather's hair around her fingers while Heather and Lea fuss over the kittens. Well, Lea fusses. Heather just keeps wiggling her fingers and attempting to entice the black kitten over. She doesn't realize the grey one is stalking the movement.
Naya grins again and twirls Heather's hair slowly. She twists the ends into tight little curls before letting them unravel and bounce back to being straight. Then she curls the strands around her fingers again and twists until another tight coil has formed. Against Naya's skin, Heather's hair looks light and delicate. With another twist, Naya allows Heather's hair to fall straight again.
She almost has a heart attack when she glances up to see Dianna standing directly beside her. Thankfully her reaction is internal. A mini stroke and a lot of adrenaline that kind of hurts her nerves, but leaves her with a stoic expression that is like a poker face.
"Sneak much?" She hushes to Dianna before letting go of Heather's hair.
Dianna watches her for a moment, and then looks to the kittens. "Are they cute or what?" She says loud enough to gain Heather's and Lea's attention.
Heather's hand stills as she looks behind her and at Dianna. "Super cute." She grins.
Lea hums her approval. "And hungry, Dianna could you grab the food I brought them? It's in the fridge."
Dianna sort of nods and bows in the same movement and Naya's not sure if it was intentional or just the way Dianna moves, but it captures her attention and she looks to Heather to see if the girl found it just as amusing. Heather's not even looking though, she's too busy picking up the black kitten that had ventured close enough to her. Her movements are gentle and careful, and Naya would stare longer if Dianna didn't tap her arm.
"You want to help, Naya?"
No. She wants to stare at Heather and the kittens and get all mushy over the sight.
"Um, sure."
-ooo-
Dianna practically flies into the kitchen. Like, if Naya couldn't see her feet that is what it would look like. She's like a mall walker who's trying to set a personal best.
"Date went well then?" With a quick spin, Dianna comes to a stop and faces Naya in one movement. Her eyebrows are raised with an impatient need to hear Naya's answer.
Or that's how it feels to Naya anyway.
She's caught off guard completely, and so she sort of stumbles to a stop herself. "Oh, okay. We're doing this now. Just jumping right in, huh?"
Dianna waves off her words and shakes her head. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, it's just that you're here with her and you look really happy." She gushes. Like legit gushes. It throws Naya off guard even more but she manages a smile.
"It went really well." She tells quietly.
Reeling in her enthusiasm, Dianna breathes in and looks serious. "Do I get details?" She asks. Her voice is so low, it's amusing.
Naya's shrugs, "Do I get a coffee?"
"You get a coffee."
"Then you get details."
Dianna laughs, "How was paintball?"
It's a conversation starter that is neutral. It's not too imposing and Naya is thankful for that, but at the same time it's open for more discussion. It's basically Dianna standing back and allowing Naya to take charge of the conversation and it's something Naya finds herself doing. Actually, if she's honest she kind of takes the question and runs with it by the horns.
Because what comes out in reply is not what she had in mind to say.
"I kissed her on the field."
With the jump in conversation and Naya looking a little shocked at her own words, Dianna's eyes widen a little. "Wow. Fast mover."
Naya could end the conversation there. She could let it drop out and change the subject, and go back to Heather's hair. She could. But apparently her mouth couldn't.
"I know. I know, and I didn't even want it to go that far." She starts up. "I mean, I did. But I wanted the kiss to be at the end of the night. And there was a kiss at the end of the night…, there were a lot of kisses actually." She mumbles and Dianna's face goes slack.
"Oh my God. She stayed the night."
"I feel like I'm moving too fast." She's practically talking over Dianna as she says the words, but it's like word vomit. It's coming out no matter what. "I mean, I don't even know how serious Heather is about all this –"
"Big news!" Naya's mouth clamps shut as Heather cuts her off mid speech and she turns to face the girl so suddenly she probably looks weird. "I'm adopting! Well, technically we're adopting." Heather points to Naya with one hand, while in the other she cradles a kitten. It's the black one she had earlier picked up. "Because he's going to have to stay at your place for a couple of days while I run this by Ashley, also I'm not sure if I'm allowed pets in the apartment…, so yeah. Lea convinced me."
From behind Heather, Lea nods. "True story."
Holding the kitten up near her cheek, Heather looks to Naya. "I hope you don't mind. If you do, I can totally leave him here for a while."
With the grin Heather has on her lips, Naya couldn't mind if the dancer was asking to leave a wired bomb at her place.
"No, it's fine. I don't mind." She says quickly. And Heather's smile gets impossibly big. It's beautiful.
"Great! This is so cool!" Heather's words are said to the kitten, spoken against its fur as she turns around and follows Lea back into the living room.
Naya's a little speechless to be honest.
"She's serious enough to adopt a kitten with you." Dianna smiles, "and you're serious enough to take in a stray kitten for her."
"She put me on the spot." Naya manages.
Dianna clicks her tongue slowly, "I think you're just whipped."
-ooo-
Record.
"Hi!" Heather says as she flips her camera around to face her. She holds it close so that she is only recording her nose and mouth and smiles. "Here we are guys, on the set of Glee. Yup, it's pretty amazing right?" She flips the camera again and waves it around the set of the choir room. The image is blurry and just as quickly her nose and mouth are back. "So not a lot happening today, but! I will show you around this room anyway…."
"Who are you talking too?" The camera spins again and lands on a smiling Naya. She's in her Cheerios costume and wearing a puffy black jacket over it.
A laugh from Heather, "the camera," she says. "Well, not the camera but more like the people who will be watching this video, in the near future and stuff."
Naya waves at the camera, wiggling her fingers. "Are you making more YouTube videos with Ashley?"
The camera moves up and down in the form of a nod.
"Sure am, but she's not with me on set. I came alone, 'cause y'know, long day and all. But I figured I'd video as much as I can and show her later tonight." Heather says, the camera dips and then turns and Heather's smiling face appears, "Hi!" She says again.
"You are such a dork."
"Oh, I was thinking…," Heather says quickly, looking away from the eye of the camera and at Naya. The camera wobbles. "You should come over tonight, me and Ash are just going to be editing our videos and stuff so it'll probably be boring for you. But I thought we could have a beer and maybe you can show me how Twitter works, or something." She laughs at the end of her sentence and the camera is back on Naya. "You can't say no, because then you'll look mean on camera."
It's a lousy excuse and Naya finds herself restraining the grin that wants to meet each of her ears as she bobs her head.
"Okay," she breathes around a small chuckle, "I'll be there."
"Better be." Heather teases just as Cory comes strolling into the set, he's in character, dressed in a grey shirt with a green vest and the usual Finn pants. And in his hand he's holding a coffee, which looks weird really. Because while he looks like Finn and all; he's behaving like Cory. The goofy grin is still there, but it's more natural.
Naya turns around when she hears him and Heather zooms in the focus until his head is filling the cameras view.
"Morning," He greets. "Oh. Hey! A camera," he walks directly to Heather and stops with his eye practically touching the lens of her camera. "Hi camera, how's it going?"
"Don't try and pick up electronic equipment." Naya chuckles. It's light-hearted.
Cory pulls back a fraction with his eyebrows raised, "is this going on YouTube or something?"
The camera moves up and down again.
"Some of it, I still have to edit through. And Ash usually gets the last say on what we keep, so you might not get your fifteen minutes of fame." Heather says in a simple voice.
From behind Cory's shoulder, Naya's face appears in the shot. "Unless he makes outs with your camera, HeMo; then he'd definitely get some screen time."
"For sure," Heather flips the camera until its back on her, her whole face is in focus this time. "But he's not going to touch you camera, so you're safe."
"Such a dork." Naya quips.
The camera turns off.
x
Record.
"I adopted a cat." Heather's mouth says.
The camera turns and then Naya's mouth is in the shot. "She adopted a cat." She mimics.
"Wait. No!" Heather's mouth appears again. "I adopted a kitten." She corrects.
"Oh, yeah. A kitten." Naya mumbles and a laugh is heard before the camera bumps and spins and then Kevin's face is seen.
He waves quickly, and Heather zooms in until he goes blurry.
"Say hi, bee!" Naya's voice crackles over the small speakers of the camera, and then Heather is zooming back out until Kevin comes back into focus.
He's still waving, "Haaiiii!" He leans closer to the camera. "Heather adopted a kitten." He whispers.
Heather laughs breathily before the camera switches off.
x
Record.
"We're back." Heather whispers to the lens of the camera, her hair is down and she hasn't got any makeup on. Her grey sweat shirt bunches around her shoulders and when she zooms out a little way Naya's thighs come into view, supporting Heather's head. "I'm lying on Dianna's trailer couch, on Naya, who has to pee but I'm not getting up because I'm comfortable. And it is, um…," She looks away from the lens and up at Naya with a raised eyebrow.
"Six o'clock." Naya answers in a quiet whisper as well.
Heather looks back to the camera, "six o'clock." She repeats. "We've just finished filming. Well, Naya, Dianna and I have anyway. The others are still at it." The camera jolts and Heather's face tenses before her mouth opens in shock and amusement, "oh my God, I almost dropped it on my face." She giggles.
Naya's own giggles are heard.
"Dropping shit," Heather mumbles once the camera is steady. "Um, I don't have much else to say. We're waiting for Dianna to get her things and then I think we're just going to hang for a bit. I'm not sure…, not suuuuure."
"The Unholy Trinity." Naya mumbles.
Heather breathes a chuckle before squinting up at Naya, "what?"
"The Unholy Trinity," Naya repeats slowly, and her hand appears in the shot as she picks a strand of Heather's hair and plays with it. "That's what people are calling Quinn, Santana and Brittany." She explains.
The camera loses focus for a second before Heather turns it to face Naya. From her position Naya is forced to look down and at the screen.
Heather zooms in, "for real?" She asks, her voice isn't a whisper but it's still quiet.
"Mm," focusing on Heather and not the camera, Naya licks her lips. "Kevin told me about it, I had no idea."
"Kev just trolls websites." Laughs Heather, the camera shakes a little and then Naya is reaching for it. Her smile is soft as she looks at the lens and then flips the device so that Heather is in view.
"Say hi," She instructs.
Heather's eyes widen and she covers her face with both hands. "Ah!"
"Don't play shy, you're totally not. Now say hello," with her free hand Naya grabs for one of Heather's wrists. "Say; 'this is Heather Morris and in my free time I like to perform the single ladies dance in my shower'."
"What?" Heather laughs from under her hands, her chest rises with a chuckle. "That's so random!"
"Seriously say it, it'll be a laugh."
"No,"
"Yes."
"You say it, actually say something like; 'I'm Naya and I have an obsession with sushi' and like, I don't know, you talk to it or something." Pulling her hands away from her face, Heather looks shocked. "That was so bad."
"Fail." Naya says and Heather shrugs.
"I'm tired so I have reasons."
There's a small thud and then Naya's raising the camera to capture Dianna walking towards them, she's fixing her hair and holding her phone at the same time.
"Say goodbye to the camera, Di." Naya instructs.
Dianna waves and hushes out a small, "Biiiye." That is almost sung.
The screen goes black.
x
Record.
"Say; 'my name is Heather Morris and I'm stealing from the crafts room'."
"Naya, turn it off. And I'm not stealing, it's after work, I'm allowed to take the left overs."
"I don't think that's how it works, Sweetie."
"I'm only taking one biscuit."
"You've got a weird definition of one, because it looks more like five to me."
"Shhh,"
"Thief…."
"Turn the camera off."
x
Record.
"Is it on?" Dianna hushes. The screen is completely black.
"Huh?" That's Naya.
"The camera. How do I know when it's on?"
"It's off." Naya says decidedly.
"How do you know?"
"The screen is black."
"But the red lights on, doesn't that mean I'm filming."
There's rustling and then a breeze that makes the cameras inbuilt microphone crackle. Naya huffs, "Heather turned it off, so it should be off."
"Did you turn the camera off, Heather?!" Dianna calls.
A small and distant 'yes' reaches the microphone.
"It must be off then." Dianna decides, but then she calls out to Heather again; "what's the red light mean?!"
"That the cameras recording." Heather says and she sounds closer.
There's a soft exhale from Dianna and more rustling. "The screen is black, so does that mean it's on standby or something?"
A soft laugh from Heather fills the room, "No, no it means that you've got the lens cap on."
The women's chuckles are loud.
x
Record.
"We're still on set. What?! That's crazy I know, it's like eight thirty and Dianna just left to go home but Naya and I are still here, 'cause Naya wants to grab the script for next week's episode off Jenna. So we're waiting around, in the parking lot. And it's stormy and cold and I think about to rain."
"You can go home, Heather. I'm ok with waiting by myself." Naya laughs. The camera faces her and Naya gives it a half-hearted wave. The hoodie she is wearing hangs loosely on her and the hood itself is pulled over her head, she crosses her arms and hugs herself from the cold wind.
Heather breathes in, "no, I want to stay."
"I might be a while," Naya says seriously and she looks passed the camera and directly at Heather. "You wanted to edit your videos, so you should go home. I don't want to be the person making you stand out in the cold, when you could be home snuggled up on the couch."
"I don't mind." Heather insists, the camera is lowered a little. Forgotten as she continues to speak, "besides, I thought you were coming over later and that we were going to have a beer."
Naya nods, "I am, I will. But it might be late, seriously, go home and spend some time with Ashley. I don't want you getting cold." She adds and with a small smile she walks closer to Heather, her hand reaches for the camera and she lowers it until it's just videoing the parking lots ground. "Turn it off so I can kiss you goodbye." Naya whispers.
Instantly the screen goes blank.
-ooo-
After Heather reluctantly goes home, Naya finds herself unbelievably bored. It probably wasn't the best idea to insist that Heather went home. The dancer had been her entertainment while she waited for Jenna and the new script, even if Heather was completely unaware of being Naya's mentioned entertainment. She can't help it. When Heather's around all Naya can do is watch her, even when Heather is just staring at nothing and lost in thought, Naya watches her.
Or when Heather bounces on the heels of her feet and crosses her arms as she's told where to stand or what to say, or sometimes even how to execute a dance move. The last one is rare. But either way, Naya still finds herself staring. Watching for any emotion and scanning every detail on Heather's face.
She cringes at how creepy that must come across.
Does Dianna notice it now that Naya's confirmed Heather and her are, well, that they like each other?
Because that would just be embarrassing, although who knows, maybe she doesn't stare as much as she thinks she does. Maybe she only glances at Heather every other hour. Or like, maybe her glances are so quick they just look casual. Yeah. Yeah.
She shakes her head and scoffs out a quick exhale.
It's cold. It's late, and Naya's upset that Heather isn't still around because it's perfect cuddle weather.
"Hey,"
Naya jumps when Jenna speaks. She came out of nowhere.
"So here's your copy of next week's script," Jenna adds in a friendly tone, she hands Naya's the thick pile of bound pages and grins. "I've already read through it, there's a line in there I think you'll be interested in."
That captures Naya's attention. She holds the heavy script to her body and looks at Jenna imploringly. "What is it?"
Jenna just shrugs, "You'll have to read to find out."
Naya shakes her head, "Just point it out to me." She says, because honestly she's too tired to read through the script for one line. But she's also too curious to let it slide. She holds the script back towards Jenna and after a pause Jenna grabs for it.
The pages make weird flopping sounds as Jenna flips through them and Naya watches her intently. After about a minute of turning pages, Jenna stops, smiles once and then points to a line on the page. With concealed interest, Naya moves closers and reads over Jenna's shoulder.
'Santana: Sex is not dating.
Brittany: If it were. Santana and I would be dating.'
Holy sh-
A/N: Dianna and Lea lived together for a short period during the beginning of Glee, so that's why they were sharing an apartment in this chapter.
TBC