Hi guys :D So, this is a story about our favorite couple HeYa! I hope you like it! Please R&R so I know what you think. Thanks so much

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Pure Fiction

How It All Started

Chapter 1

'And another day of work!' Naya thought.

The girl was still lying in bed, propped up on one elbow, her eyes squinting at the sunlight that was being filtered in through her curtains. She wanted to just stay in bed all day, but knew she couldn't.

She was suddenly startled by the noise of the TV, as she had accidentally pushed some buttons on its remote with her arm and switched it on in the process.

"God, how long has it been since I watched something on TV!" she wondered aloud, looking at the screen, and sat up cross-legged, starting to zap through the channels.

"Oooh! The weather!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I haven't even had time to watch that recently."

But to her disappointment, the weather-forecaster was already finishing his announcements and commercials started up.

"Damn! Ugh…okay." Naya got out of bed and started getting ready for work. She was still tired because she'd had trouble falling asleep during the night, when she heard the familiar jingle of her iPhone and she went to grab it to check the new message.

From Lea Michele:

NayNay, where are you? we're waiting! :p

"Geez! What's with all the stressing?" she asked annoyed, when a promo of Glee suddenly came on.

"The whole world seems to be telling me to go to work today!" she laughed, before Heather appeared on the screen, blonde and smiling, and she fell silent.

For a moment everything seemed to disappear, the noises from the street, the chirping birds on the balcony, even the room itself. Only hers and Heather's faces on screen still remained.

The promo ended and an ad for diet pills came on. Naya realized she had been smiling like an idiot during the last spot and checked her watch. It really was late!

"What the fuck am I doing?" she frowned and hectically resumed getting ready for work again.

She arrived on set twenty minutes late and immediately spotted Lea hurrying towards her.

"Naya, where've you been?" Lea asked urgently.

"What's the big problem? My scenes are the last to be shot today! I could have come in, like, five hours." Naya replied angrily.

"I'm sorry. But I'm just saying…I mean, you know how Ryan can be…"

Naya looked over at Lea and sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go at you like that. It's just been a bad morning…and night. Thanks for being concerned, though."

"It's alright. Get yourself something nice for breakfast. I gotta go. I'm supposed to be in Make-up right now." Lea said, already walking towards the make-up trailer.

Naya nodded and headed towards the catering bar, hoping there were still some doughnuts left. They were her favorites.

Her face lit up when she spotted some and she immediately went over and grabbed one, relishing it.

"Haha. Hey, you got me to thank for that! I defended your doughnuts from the boys. They wanted to eat them all!" Naya whirled around at the sound of the voice, eyes widening, and started coughing. It was Heather.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sneak up on you!" the blonde said apologetically, at once offering her a glass of water.

"No. I scare easy…I'm greedy when it comes to doughnuts. I eat them way too fast. Oh! By the way, thanks for protecting them from the guys! They probably wouldn't even have left me the wrapping paper!" Naya joked, laughing.

"Want some coffee? I've already had one but I really need the caffeine, or else I'm gonna fall asleep right here." Heather asked, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Yeah! I haven't had mine yet. In fact, I feel like a zombie! I couldn't sleep at all tonight." Naya yawned, throwing the paper of the doughnut into a green trash bin.

"Oh, why?" Heather asked, as the two of them walked over to the coffee bar.

"Hemo…I have no idea! I just couldn't relax! I felt nervous the whole time for god only knows what reason." Naya huffed, gesticulating wildly.

Heather stopped her hand and said "Well, sometimes we just pretend not to know the reasons for those kinda things. …Anyway, you like your coffee black too, right? Same as me."

Naya nodded to her question, but in her mind Heather's first sentence reeled around like an echo.

"There you go." Heather handed the brunette her coffee. Naya took it gratefully and began sipping it as she glanced sideways at her friend.

"Why are you staring at me?" Heather smiled. Naya winced at the words and gave back hastily.

"I'm not staring at you!" They walked over to one of the bar tables.

"So either your eyes are just naturally weird like that or it's a sign of Strabismus." Heather deadpanned.

"What the hell are you talking about? Okay, fine…yes, I was staring at you. Because your first sentence annoyed me." Naya shot out.

Heather looked perplexed.

"I thought you liked black coffee…"

"Stop it. You know I don't like it when you act like Brittany in moments like this, Heather!" Naya warned.

"Well, you're certainly channeling Santana right now." Heather murmured.

"Come on, Heather! I'm trying to have a serious conversation here!" she slammed the glass down onto the table. Suddenly she blonde hugged her from behind and her whole body felt like it was on fire.

Naya's heart sped up…because it felt so…strange?

"I mean it." Naya frowned, but felt less angry.

Heather kissed her cheek and the Latina hurriedly wiggled out of the embrace.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just a little…stressed out. I even barked at poor Lea for no reason at all."

Heather's blue eyes were staring at Naya, but the smaller girl avoided them tentatively.

"Why did my first sentence upset you so much?" Heather asked quietly.

"I just don't think you're right. I mean, you don't know what's got me sleepless!" Naya explained, her expression growing sad.

Heather studied Naya's face sympathetically. She didn't like seeing her friend like this.

Suddenly something started beeping and when Heather looked at her watch, she exclaimed:

"Oh oh! I think I'm in trouble now."

"Why?" Naya asked confused.

"Because I should have been on stage, like, twenty minutes ago!" she blurted out desperately.

"Aah! That's why you're wearing your Cheerios uniform." Naya pointed at Heather's body.

"Damn! You're right!" Heather looked down at herself.

"Wait. You're seriously telling me you didn't notice that you're…well, fire red?" Naya laughed disbelievingly.

"No! Come on, let's go! Before Ryan kills off Brittany!" Heather grabbed Naya by the wrist and started running towards the studio, looking at her anxiously.

Dianna, who was sitting at the bar, saw the two running and started laughing.

"Go, Cheerios, go!" she hollered after them.

Okay, so thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!

Translator and Beta: ChristinaLacrima