Fanfic: One and Only, Ch. 2
Title: One and Only, Chapter 2
Pairing: Naya Rivera/Heather Morris
Rating: PG-13 for angst/ kinda suggestive scenes
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?
Word Count: ~1,700
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and none of this ever happened in real life.
A/N: Thanks for all the support everyone! I’m really glad you all like it. :] I’m working on chapter 3 as we speak and hopefully I’ll have it up by Monday or Tuesday.
A/N 2: Song used is "Lovesong" by Adele. It's originally by 311 The Cure but I prefer the Adele version.
“I’m so sorry Heather…I never…Heather! Please. I’m so sor-”
Heather woke up to the sound of her best friend having another nightmare. She rolled onto her side facing away from the girl talking in her sleep, tears filling her eyes.
She knew there’s nothing she can do. She knew that Naya doesn’t feel the way she does. She knew that Naya doesn’t want to do this time after time, but they do.
“Heather, Heather, Heather…”
Heather’s tears being to fall as she hears Naya call out her name. She knows Naya’s crying now too, she can hear it in her voice.
Heather wanted to turn and comfort her friend. She wanted to hold Naya and kiss away the tears and the fears.
Instead, noticing that Naya was awake, she stayed still, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep. “Now is not the time to talk about anything,” she thought to herself.
She felt Naya stiffen next to her before a ragged breath escaped her lips. It was not the kind of ragged breath Heather was used to hearing from Naya, and it pained her to know she was a part of what was having this effect on her best friend.
Heather was using her; she had a boyfriend who she loved.
Loved. Past tense.
From the day she met the fiery, fun loving Latina Heather’s love for her boyfriend began to slowly shift. At first she thought that she and Naya were destined to be best friends and that her want, no need to be around the beautiful brunette was just a product of that. But as she spent more time with Naya she noticed that she began to love her boyfriend less and love her best friend more, and not just in a friendly way.
Unfortunately, Heather knew it would never work. Naya was a girl; a straight girl who was aware of and supported her relationship.
Beyond all that, Naya had been raised strictly Catholic and Heather knew her parents would flip if Naya ever told them she was dating a girl.
“You can’t always get what you want.” Heather sang in her head, laughing at the irony. Naya was both what Heather wanted and what she needed. The sad reality was that there was every reason against them and not very many for them.
Heather felt Naya slip out of bed and watched her silently walk into the bathroom. As Naya crossed through the moonlight coming in from the window, Heather saw the glimmer of wetness on her cheeks.
She shut her eyes as she felt a fresh wave of her own tears push against her tightly closed eyelids. She heard the shower turn on and it wasn’t long after that she opened her eyes and saw steam seeping out from under the door.
Because the steam was produced so quickly Heather knew immediately that Naya had the shower turned up as hot as it could go.
She was punishing herself.
Heather got up and walked to the bathroom door, driven by impulse to protect and comfort the girl that had become her best friend in every sense. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
The steam billowed out, almost knocking her down with the suffocating heat. When most of it had cleared the room, Heather looked in the shower and found Naya curled up in the corner shaking as the hot water pelted her skin like pebbles.
The Latina’s normally tan skin was visibly red from exposure to the extreme heat, and Heather’s heart broke at the sight of her normally strong, bold, powerful best friend looking so frail, scared, and broken.
She swallowed down the guilt she couldn’t help but feel and stepped into the shower with the girl she had come to love.
The scalding water stung on Heather’s skin. She didn’t understand why Naya did this to herself since standing under the hot water felt like hell. If anything it was Heather who deserved this punishment, not Naya.
Heather endured her punishment for a few moments longer before she reached for the shower knob and turned the temperature of the water down.
She turned around to finally face her best friend who was trembling and sobbing quietly as she curled further into herself.
Heather took a deep breath before taking a step towards the girl.
“Nay?” Heather said timidly.
The girl showed no sign of response so Heather dropped to her knees in front of her best friend.
“Nay, look at me.” The girl still didn’t move.
Heather shuffled over to the corner, positioning herself with her back against the wall and pulled the still sobbing girl into her embrace. As she rocked Naya gently in her arms, a song came into her head.
She smiled faintly and began humming the melody out loud to no one in particular. Heather felt the girl begin relax in her arms, her sobs becoming less violent, and her breath becoming less ragged and so she started to sing lowly.
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Naya’s sobbing stopped completely. She just lay limply in Heather’s arms trying to catch her breath. Heather took that as a good sign.
She picked up the shampoo, squeezed some in her hand, and began tenderly massaging it through Naya’s hair, creating suds as she began the second verse.
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
On the last line she placed a small cluster of suds on Naya’s nose and a hint of a smile pulled at the corners of the girl’s mouth.
At this Heather allowed herself a small smile as rose, pulling her best friend up to stand in front of her. She brushed her fingers over the smaller girl’s eyes and continued to hum.
Heather picked up her body wash and squeezed some onto a loofah before softly kissing Naya’s left shoulder and passing the loofah over it.
She kissed the left side of her neck and then passed the loofah over it as well, wiping away the memory of the kiss. Heather moved to the right side of her neck and then her right shoulder repeating the actions.
Heather tenderly cleaned her best friend in hopes of washing off the guilt and the self-loathing she could tell her friend was feeling.
She reached around Naya and pulled the shower head out from its fixture on the wall. With her other hand she lifted her friend’s chin, gazing into her eyes as she began to sing again.
She sang the chorus this time, her voice louder, bolder.
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you.
As she sang, Heather brought the shower head up and gently rinsed the shampoo out of the smaller girl’s hair. When her hair was clean she moved the shower head down her body, rinsing away all the suds and all the sadness.
Heather finished cleansing her friend and swept Naya’s hair over her shoulder. She turned off the water and wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist pulling her into one final embrace and placing a small kiss on the back of her neck.
By the time Heather was done, Naya’s demeanor had changed completely. She was now calm, her muscles relaxed, and a small content smile was displayed on her lips as her best friend held her.
Her eyes were glazed over with a mix of relaxation and exhaustion as Naya turned to face the girl who had healed her in her moment of complete brokenness.
She looked up into Heather’s baby blue eyes and was met with complete vulnerability and openness looking back at her. She opened her mouth, her voice croaking at first but growing to full strength as she finished the song, pouring every ounce of emotion she had left into it.
She was trying to convey to Heather just how much this moment had meant to her; how much Heather meant to her.
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
Naya maintained eye contact with the blonde through the end of the song, tears filling both of their eyes. She leaned in giving Heather a short but passionate kiss on the lips before pulling her into a tight embrace.
“I will always love you,” she said into Heather’s hair so quietly that she wasn’t even sure if her best friend had heard her.
The slight tightening of Heather’s arms around her neck let her know that she had indeed.
“Me too, Nay. Me too,” Heather replied just as quietly.
Normally Naya hated it when she said “I love you” and people didn’t respond by saying the full statement back, but in this moment Heather’s response was enough for Naya; it was perfect. She let go of her best friend stepping around her and out of the shower.
Wrapping herself in a towel, Naya looked back at Heather one last time as she walked out of the bathroom. She heard the shower start up again just as she closed the bathroom door.
A single tear formed at the corner of Naya’s left eye. She didn’t even try to fight it back as she stared blankly at the bed she’d spent hours in the night before. She didn’t even bother to wipe it away as it escaped and ran down her cheek.
In the shower, behind the now closed bathroom door, Heather felt a single warm drop down the right side of her face. She wasn’t surprised at the tear as its warmth distinguished itself from icy cold water that was running out of the shower head.
She let it fall to the tile floor mixing and getting lost in the water swirling down the drain.
Heather shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold water. The cold she was feeling was from the inside.
The cold that starts at your core and chills you from the inside out.
The cold that a million scalding showers could never remedy.
Pairing: Naya Rivera/Heather Morris
Rating: PG-13 for angst/ kinda suggestive scenes
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?
Word Count: ~1,700
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and none of this ever happened in real life.
A/N: Thanks for all the support everyone! I’m really glad you all like it. :] I’m working on chapter 3 as we speak and hopefully I’ll have it up by Monday or Tuesday.
A/N 2: Song used is "Lovesong" by Adele. It's originally by 311 The Cure but I prefer the Adele version.
“I’m so sorry Heather…I never…Heather! Please. I’m so sor-”
Heather woke up to the sound of her best friend having another nightmare. She rolled onto her side facing away from the girl talking in her sleep, tears filling her eyes.
She knew there’s nothing she can do. She knew that Naya doesn’t feel the way she does. She knew that Naya doesn’t want to do this time after time, but they do.
“Heather, Heather, Heather…”
Heather’s tears being to fall as she hears Naya call out her name. She knows Naya’s crying now too, she can hear it in her voice.
Heather wanted to turn and comfort her friend. She wanted to hold Naya and kiss away the tears and the fears.
Instead, noticing that Naya was awake, she stayed still, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep. “Now is not the time to talk about anything,” she thought to herself.
She felt Naya stiffen next to her before a ragged breath escaped her lips. It was not the kind of ragged breath Heather was used to hearing from Naya, and it pained her to know she was a part of what was having this effect on her best friend.
Heather was using her; she had a boyfriend who she loved.
Loved. Past tense.
From the day she met the fiery, fun loving Latina Heather’s love for her boyfriend began to slowly shift. At first she thought that she and Naya were destined to be best friends and that her want, no need to be around the beautiful brunette was just a product of that. But as she spent more time with Naya she noticed that she began to love her boyfriend less and love her best friend more, and not just in a friendly way.
Unfortunately, Heather knew it would never work. Naya was a girl; a straight girl who was aware of and supported her relationship.
Beyond all that, Naya had been raised strictly Catholic and Heather knew her parents would flip if Naya ever told them she was dating a girl.
“You can’t always get what you want.” Heather sang in her head, laughing at the irony. Naya was both what Heather wanted and what she needed. The sad reality was that there was every reason against them and not very many for them.
Heather felt Naya slip out of bed and watched her silently walk into the bathroom. As Naya crossed through the moonlight coming in from the window, Heather saw the glimmer of wetness on her cheeks.
She shut her eyes as she felt a fresh wave of her own tears push against her tightly closed eyelids. She heard the shower turn on and it wasn’t long after that she opened her eyes and saw steam seeping out from under the door.
Because the steam was produced so quickly Heather knew immediately that Naya had the shower turned up as hot as it could go.
She was punishing herself.
Heather got up and walked to the bathroom door, driven by impulse to protect and comfort the girl that had become her best friend in every sense. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
The steam billowed out, almost knocking her down with the suffocating heat. When most of it had cleared the room, Heather looked in the shower and found Naya curled up in the corner shaking as the hot water pelted her skin like pebbles.
The Latina’s normally tan skin was visibly red from exposure to the extreme heat, and Heather’s heart broke at the sight of her normally strong, bold, powerful best friend looking so frail, scared, and broken.
She swallowed down the guilt she couldn’t help but feel and stepped into the shower with the girl she had come to love.
The scalding water stung on Heather’s skin. She didn’t understand why Naya did this to herself since standing under the hot water felt like hell. If anything it was Heather who deserved this punishment, not Naya.
Heather endured her punishment for a few moments longer before she reached for the shower knob and turned the temperature of the water down.
She turned around to finally face her best friend who was trembling and sobbing quietly as she curled further into herself.
Heather took a deep breath before taking a step towards the girl.
“Nay?” Heather said timidly.
The girl showed no sign of response so Heather dropped to her knees in front of her best friend.
“Nay, look at me.” The girl still didn’t move.
Heather shuffled over to the corner, positioning herself with her back against the wall and pulled the still sobbing girl into her embrace. As she rocked Naya gently in her arms, a song came into her head.
She smiled faintly and began humming the melody out loud to no one in particular. Heather felt the girl begin relax in her arms, her sobs becoming less violent, and her breath becoming less ragged and so she started to sing lowly.
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Naya’s sobbing stopped completely. She just lay limply in Heather’s arms trying to catch her breath. Heather took that as a good sign.
She picked up the shampoo, squeezed some in her hand, and began tenderly massaging it through Naya’s hair, creating suds as she began the second verse.
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
On the last line she placed a small cluster of suds on Naya’s nose and a hint of a smile pulled at the corners of the girl’s mouth.
At this Heather allowed herself a small smile as rose, pulling her best friend up to stand in front of her. She brushed her fingers over the smaller girl’s eyes and continued to hum.
Heather picked up her body wash and squeezed some onto a loofah before softly kissing Naya’s left shoulder and passing the loofah over it.
She kissed the left side of her neck and then passed the loofah over it as well, wiping away the memory of the kiss. Heather moved to the right side of her neck and then her right shoulder repeating the actions.
Heather tenderly cleaned her best friend in hopes of washing off the guilt and the self-loathing she could tell her friend was feeling.
She reached around Naya and pulled the shower head out from its fixture on the wall. With her other hand she lifted her friend’s chin, gazing into her eyes as she began to sing again.
She sang the chorus this time, her voice louder, bolder.
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you.
As she sang, Heather brought the shower head up and gently rinsed the shampoo out of the smaller girl’s hair. When her hair was clean she moved the shower head down her body, rinsing away all the suds and all the sadness.
Heather finished cleansing her friend and swept Naya’s hair over her shoulder. She turned off the water and wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist pulling her into one final embrace and placing a small kiss on the back of her neck.
By the time Heather was done, Naya’s demeanor had changed completely. She was now calm, her muscles relaxed, and a small content smile was displayed on her lips as her best friend held her.
Her eyes were glazed over with a mix of relaxation and exhaustion as Naya turned to face the girl who had healed her in her moment of complete brokenness.
She looked up into Heather’s baby blue eyes and was met with complete vulnerability and openness looking back at her. She opened her mouth, her voice croaking at first but growing to full strength as she finished the song, pouring every ounce of emotion she had left into it.
She was trying to convey to Heather just how much this moment had meant to her; how much Heather meant to her.
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
Naya maintained eye contact with the blonde through the end of the song, tears filling both of their eyes. She leaned in giving Heather a short but passionate kiss on the lips before pulling her into a tight embrace.
“I will always love you,” she said into Heather’s hair so quietly that she wasn’t even sure if her best friend had heard her.
The slight tightening of Heather’s arms around her neck let her know that she had indeed.
“Me too, Nay. Me too,” Heather replied just as quietly.
Normally Naya hated it when she said “I love you” and people didn’t respond by saying the full statement back, but in this moment Heather’s response was enough for Naya; it was perfect. She let go of her best friend stepping around her and out of the shower.
Wrapping herself in a towel, Naya looked back at Heather one last time as she walked out of the bathroom. She heard the shower start up again just as she closed the bathroom door.
A single tear formed at the corner of Naya’s left eye. She didn’t even try to fight it back as she stared blankly at the bed she’d spent hours in the night before. She didn’t even bother to wipe it away as it escaped and ran down her cheek.
In the shower, behind the now closed bathroom door, Heather felt a single warm drop down the right side of her face. She wasn’t surprised at the tear as its warmth distinguished itself from icy cold water that was running out of the shower head.
She let it fall to the tile floor mixing and getting lost in the water swirling down the drain.
Heather shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold water. The cold she was feeling was from the inside.
The cold that starts at your core and chills you from the inside out.
The cold that a million scalding showers could never remedy.