Fanfic: One and Only, Ch. 3
Title: One and Only, Chapter 3
Pairing: Naya Rivera/Heather Morris
Rating: PG less angsty
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: The change occurs in one weekend. Heather's mom comes to visit for Heather's appearance on Saturday Night Live and notices the things that have remained unspoken. Who knew a visit from mom could change everything?
A/N: I’m really sorry this took so long to finish. It’s been a busy week full of drama and homework. My classes are winding down so I don’t have as much time to write fic as I thought. Chapter 4 is currently in the works, I’m hoping to have done this weekend so you guys don’t have to wait forever for another update.
Naya got dressed quickly the sound of the water running in the bathroom pervading her thoughts.
She was having trouble deciding what she was going to do next. Her heart told her to stay; to talk to Heather about what just happened in the shower and what had been happening between them for months.
She wanted so badly to know what was going on. She wanted to know if this was destroying her best friend as much as it was destroying her, but her head told her to run.
It told her to run back to her apartment, run back to the safety of silence, run back and to hide her head in the sand, never to face the reality and consequences of the nights and mornings that she and Heather shared so often.
She was torn, so she did what she does every time she feels the slightest bit of discomfort. She ran.
Ashley was used to this by now. It had been going on for months after all. She wasn’t surprised when she saw Naya leave Heather’s room, her emotions uncontrollably displayed on her face; a depressing mix of exhaustion, heartbrokenness, and shame.
The girl didn’t notice Ashley sitting on the couch where she sat with a blanket spread over her legs and a cup of tea in her hand. She watched Naya walk into the kitchen and absentmindedly begin to make coffee.
“You guys really should talk,” Ashley said matter-of-factly.
Naya jumped at the sudden intrusion on the silence. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed Heather’s roommate sitting on the couch.
“Talk about what?” Naya asked, knowing full well what the girl on the couch was talking about. She hoped that her skills as a professional actress would allow her to hide the lie in her voice.
“You know damn well what you guys need to talk about. You’re not that good of an actress Rivera,” Ashley responded with a hint of teasing behind her voice.
She then heard the girl, in the kitchen, open the cabinet and grab two mugs, sit them on the counter, and open the refrigerator.
“And besides, HeMo is anything but quiet,” Ashley added smugly.
She heard Naya’s breath catch and when she turned and saw her leaning on the counter, head in her hands, she immediately felt bad for her last comment.
“Hey, it’s cool,” Ashley said trying to back track.
“I’m glad you guys are um..comfortable...with each other and having fun. I wouldn’t normally say anything if that was all it is. But it’s not. And we both know that.”
Her voice softened as she ended her speech, knowing she was treading into dangerous territory.
The other girl had finished making the coffee and the sound of the shower, in the back room, had stopped.
Naya gently shook her head as she listened to Ashley telling her everything she already knew. She hoped that her motions could shake away the thoughts in her head as the truth was put so blatantly in front of her. She knew it was more than just her and Heather having fun. At least on her end it was. But she didn’t want to ruin everything. She didn’t want to lose her best friend. She couldn’t.
“You need to tell her Nay.” Ashley said quietly, with an almost a pleading tone in her voice.
Naya shook her head more violently as she stared into the cup of coffee on the counter. She wasn’t sure if she was saying no to Ashley or shaking her head at herself in disappointment as the overwhelming feeling to run bubbled deep in her stomach.
She was about to run from the truth, yet again. She was a coward.
Naya realized that the shower had stopped; Heather would emerge from the bedroom freshly showered and looking just as beautiful as she did every morning.
Naya knew she couldn’t handle that. She couldn’t face Heather right now. She poured her coffee into a travel mug. Then she grabbed another mug from the cabinet and quickly prepared another cup of coffee just the way Heather liked it. She ignored the eyes she could feel burning into the side of her face from the girl on the couch, and put the mug in microwave.
Naya grabbed her keys off the counter and slipped into her shoes, which had been placed neatly by the door, revealing that Ashley had been prepared for her hasty exit.
She picked up her purse and opened the door. Stopping halfway through she turned back and met Ashley’s eyes, which still hadn’t left her. They were filled with a level of concern and sadness that was almost enough to make Naya stay. Almost.
The look in Ashley’s eyes also made Naya want to spill her soul and that terrified her. Her instinct to run kicked into overdrive, but before she gave in she just had to know.
“When did you know?” Naya managed to ask before her voice betrayed her sadness and fear and the fact that she was on the verge of tears for the third time that morning.
“The night when Heather and Taylor broke up briefly a couple months ago. You were holding Heather, in your arms, as she cried. She couldn’t see the look on your face, but I could. You looked like you were in just as much pain as she was and when she fell asleep in your arms, I could see it in the way you looked at her. There was still sadness in your eyes but there was something else; a sparkle that I’ve only seen in the eyes of people completely head over heels in love. When you were up before her the next morning making pancakes, I knew for sure.”
Ashley laughed at that last part of the memory and added, “You never get up early and you don’t even like pancakes.”
Naya smiled slightly, remembering that night. It was the same night she had realized that she was in love with her best friend too. Seeing Heather so torn up and completely broken had hurt Naya’s heart more than any break up she had ever experienced herself, and when her best friend had fallen asleep in her arms, Naya knew she had found the happiest place on earth.
She’d hardly slept that night; her brain had been so full of excitement, fear and confusion. She didn’t know where these new feelings would lead or if they were even real.
The girl she loved was single, but Naya hadn’t know if Heather loved her back. Even if she had, Naya had been afraid of what that would mean to their families, to their friends, the ones outside of work anyways because the cast would be ecstatic for them.
She hadn’t known how her fans and the press would react to it. There were a lot of unknowns, but they had all been out shadowed by the fact that Naya was truly, madly, and deeply in love for first time in her life. She had been so energized by that thought that she got up and decided to make Heather breakfast.
She’d made pancakes despite the fact she despised them; they were Heather’s favorite. She’d done it to comfort Heather as a best friend after a bad break up, but she’d also done it as her first act of sacrifice and love for her best friend.
Now standing in the doorway, Naya remembered everything she’d felt that morning; excitement, confusion, and fear. She laughed bitterly in her head.
The first two feelings had quickly faded. Excitement left when Heather and Taylor got back together less than five days after their breakup. Confusion faded the night Heather and Naya hooked up for the first time, both drunk after a party at Cory’s house that had gotten wildly out of hand. Heather was drunker than Naya, and she’d felt so ashamed when her best friend passed out naked next to her. More than that, she’d felt sadness because those intimate moments they’d shared that night meant more to Naya than any other intimate moments she’d had in her life.
For Naya, the only emotion left from that night was fear. She was afraid of everything about Heather. She was afraid of being alone with her. She was afraid of being close to her. She was afraid of kissing Heather at work because the script called for it. She was afraid of dancing with Heather as they so often did at parties and clubs and just when they were hanging out. She was afraid of being intimate with Heather, a routine they had slipped into just as easily as they had slipped into being best friends. She was afraid of loving Heather and she was afraid of losing her.
That was what scared her most, the realization that was coming upon her quickly that it had to be one or the other. She either had to love Heather as her lover, her one and only, or she had to lose her.
Naya was broken out of her trance by the sound of Heather’s bedroom door opening. She finally gave in to her instinct to run and with one last look into Ashley’s concerned and sad eyes, Naya backed out and closed the door quietly.
Pairing: Naya Rivera/Heather Morris
Rating: PG less angsty
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: The change occurs in one weekend. Heather's mom comes to visit for Heather's appearance on Saturday Night Live and notices the things that have remained unspoken. Who knew a visit from mom could change everything?
A/N: I’m really sorry this took so long to finish. It’s been a busy week full of drama and homework. My classes are winding down so I don’t have as much time to write fic as I thought. Chapter 4 is currently in the works, I’m hoping to have done this weekend so you guys don’t have to wait forever for another update.
Naya got dressed quickly the sound of the water running in the bathroom pervading her thoughts.
She was having trouble deciding what she was going to do next. Her heart told her to stay; to talk to Heather about what just happened in the shower and what had been happening between them for months.
She wanted so badly to know what was going on. She wanted to know if this was destroying her best friend as much as it was destroying her, but her head told her to run.
It told her to run back to her apartment, run back to the safety of silence, run back and to hide her head in the sand, never to face the reality and consequences of the nights and mornings that she and Heather shared so often.
She was torn, so she did what she does every time she feels the slightest bit of discomfort. She ran.
Ashley was used to this by now. It had been going on for months after all. She wasn’t surprised when she saw Naya leave Heather’s room, her emotions uncontrollably displayed on her face; a depressing mix of exhaustion, heartbrokenness, and shame.
The girl didn’t notice Ashley sitting on the couch where she sat with a blanket spread over her legs and a cup of tea in her hand. She watched Naya walk into the kitchen and absentmindedly begin to make coffee.
“You guys really should talk,” Ashley said matter-of-factly.
Naya jumped at the sudden intrusion on the silence. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed Heather’s roommate sitting on the couch.
“Talk about what?” Naya asked, knowing full well what the girl on the couch was talking about. She hoped that her skills as a professional actress would allow her to hide the lie in her voice.
“You know damn well what you guys need to talk about. You’re not that good of an actress Rivera,” Ashley responded with a hint of teasing behind her voice.
She then heard the girl, in the kitchen, open the cabinet and grab two mugs, sit them on the counter, and open the refrigerator.
“And besides, HeMo is anything but quiet,” Ashley added smugly.
She heard Naya’s breath catch and when she turned and saw her leaning on the counter, head in her hands, she immediately felt bad for her last comment.
“Hey, it’s cool,” Ashley said trying to back track.
“I’m glad you guys are um..comfortable...with each other and having fun. I wouldn’t normally say anything if that was all it is. But it’s not. And we both know that.”
Her voice softened as she ended her speech, knowing she was treading into dangerous territory.
The other girl had finished making the coffee and the sound of the shower, in the back room, had stopped.
Naya gently shook her head as she listened to Ashley telling her everything she already knew. She hoped that her motions could shake away the thoughts in her head as the truth was put so blatantly in front of her. She knew it was more than just her and Heather having fun. At least on her end it was. But she didn’t want to ruin everything. She didn’t want to lose her best friend. She couldn’t.
“You need to tell her Nay.” Ashley said quietly, with an almost a pleading tone in her voice.
Naya shook her head more violently as she stared into the cup of coffee on the counter. She wasn’t sure if she was saying no to Ashley or shaking her head at herself in disappointment as the overwhelming feeling to run bubbled deep in her stomach.
She was about to run from the truth, yet again. She was a coward.
Naya realized that the shower had stopped; Heather would emerge from the bedroom freshly showered and looking just as beautiful as she did every morning.
Naya knew she couldn’t handle that. She couldn’t face Heather right now. She poured her coffee into a travel mug. Then she grabbed another mug from the cabinet and quickly prepared another cup of coffee just the way Heather liked it. She ignored the eyes she could feel burning into the side of her face from the girl on the couch, and put the mug in microwave.
Naya grabbed her keys off the counter and slipped into her shoes, which had been placed neatly by the door, revealing that Ashley had been prepared for her hasty exit.
She picked up her purse and opened the door. Stopping halfway through she turned back and met Ashley’s eyes, which still hadn’t left her. They were filled with a level of concern and sadness that was almost enough to make Naya stay. Almost.
The look in Ashley’s eyes also made Naya want to spill her soul and that terrified her. Her instinct to run kicked into overdrive, but before she gave in she just had to know.
“When did you know?” Naya managed to ask before her voice betrayed her sadness and fear and the fact that she was on the verge of tears for the third time that morning.
“The night when Heather and Taylor broke up briefly a couple months ago. You were holding Heather, in your arms, as she cried. She couldn’t see the look on your face, but I could. You looked like you were in just as much pain as she was and when she fell asleep in your arms, I could see it in the way you looked at her. There was still sadness in your eyes but there was something else; a sparkle that I’ve only seen in the eyes of people completely head over heels in love. When you were up before her the next morning making pancakes, I knew for sure.”
Ashley laughed at that last part of the memory and added, “You never get up early and you don’t even like pancakes.”
Naya smiled slightly, remembering that night. It was the same night she had realized that she was in love with her best friend too. Seeing Heather so torn up and completely broken had hurt Naya’s heart more than any break up she had ever experienced herself, and when her best friend had fallen asleep in her arms, Naya knew she had found the happiest place on earth.
She’d hardly slept that night; her brain had been so full of excitement, fear and confusion. She didn’t know where these new feelings would lead or if they were even real.
The girl she loved was single, but Naya hadn’t know if Heather loved her back. Even if she had, Naya had been afraid of what that would mean to their families, to their friends, the ones outside of work anyways because the cast would be ecstatic for them.
She hadn’t known how her fans and the press would react to it. There were a lot of unknowns, but they had all been out shadowed by the fact that Naya was truly, madly, and deeply in love for first time in her life. She had been so energized by that thought that she got up and decided to make Heather breakfast.
She’d made pancakes despite the fact she despised them; they were Heather’s favorite. She’d done it to comfort Heather as a best friend after a bad break up, but she’d also done it as her first act of sacrifice and love for her best friend.
Now standing in the doorway, Naya remembered everything she’d felt that morning; excitement, confusion, and fear. She laughed bitterly in her head.
The first two feelings had quickly faded. Excitement left when Heather and Taylor got back together less than five days after their breakup. Confusion faded the night Heather and Naya hooked up for the first time, both drunk after a party at Cory’s house that had gotten wildly out of hand. Heather was drunker than Naya, and she’d felt so ashamed when her best friend passed out naked next to her. More than that, she’d felt sadness because those intimate moments they’d shared that night meant more to Naya than any other intimate moments she’d had in her life.
For Naya, the only emotion left from that night was fear. She was afraid of everything about Heather. She was afraid of being alone with her. She was afraid of being close to her. She was afraid of kissing Heather at work because the script called for it. She was afraid of dancing with Heather as they so often did at parties and clubs and just when they were hanging out. She was afraid of being intimate with Heather, a routine they had slipped into just as easily as they had slipped into being best friends. She was afraid of loving Heather and she was afraid of losing her.
That was what scared her most, the realization that was coming upon her quickly that it had to be one or the other. She either had to love Heather as her lover, her one and only, or she had to lose her.
Naya was broken out of her trance by the sound of Heather’s bedroom door opening. She finally gave in to her instinct to run and with one last look into Ashley’s concerned and sad eyes, Naya backed out and closed the door quietly.