AN: I'm baaaaaack! Thank you all for sticking with me throughout this short hiatus. I got a beta, gimmemorehemo, and she's already been a huge help. Here's chapter four and leave me a review, if you feel inclined to let me know what you thought!


"Hey Di," I scan our surrounding area, "Have you seen Hemo?"

"Uh-" she looks around, "No."

I worry my lip between my teeth, "She's not answering my calls an-"

"Naya!" a voice cuts me off, "Have you seen Heather? We have a scene coming up." Chris comes over.

I run my hand through my hair, sighing frustrated when I remember it's still in a ponytail. "No one's seen her!"

I've always been bad at expressing my feelings. When Heather knocked on my door that night I knew she just needed someone to listen to and be there for her. I wanted to tell her how worried I was but I didn't know how…


You didn't show up at work today. No one knew where you were or could get ahold of you. You've never just not shown up before and it worried me. Ryan changed all the scenes around and said you had called in sick. I couldn't get my lines right all day.

You knocked on my door later that night; I breathed a sigh of relief before I noticed the tears in your eyes. Your face was blotchy and you were shaking. I didn't ask I just pulled you into my arms and stroked your hair as you cried, you told me about your dad, how he used to joke with you and cheer you up after a rough day, it made my heart ache. I didn't know how to make you feel better. You let me hold you all night; I kept you close and kissed your head occasionally while you slept.

I wish you had told me what today was so I could've been there for you but I understand why you didn't. Today marks the day when your dad passed. But it also marks the day I realized I was in love with you.


I put down the pen and folded up the paper, sliding it into a drawer. 'Writing.' I thought to myself, 'I can express myself through writing.'

"Baby, wake up." I shake Heather gently. "We have to get ready."

She cracks an eye open, "Coffee?" she croaks, her voice laced with sleep.

"I'll make you some, come on." I pull her up

She stumbles into the kitchen and sits at the island; I press the start button on the coffee pot

"Thank you." She says

"For what?" I lean so my forearms are resting on the island.

"Last night, you listened to me and you held me and you were there for me. Thank you." She repeats

I smile leaning in and capturing her lips; she stands wrapping her arms around my neck, her tongue darts out flicking my lip. I push her back against the counter opening my mouth.


The coffee pot turns off startling us both. She giggles and steps around me to grab a mug.

"I'm gonna take a shower." I tell her

Her eyes darken but I think it's just the light, "Ok." She replies sipping from her cup.

"Naya!" Heather knocks on the door "We're going to be late if you don't hurry!"

"Ok! Ok!" I say unlocking the door, "I just need to brush my teeth. There's an extra toothbrush in the cabinet if you want." I point with my toothbrush.


We brush our teeth quickly, sneaking a few more kisses before rushing out the door.

"Where's your car?" I ask her

"I ran." She looks at me

"You ran 10 miles. To get to- You know what? Never mind." I grab her hand "Let's go."

I don't run into Heather until lunch.

"Hey Hemo!" I walk into our trailor pecking her on the lips.

"Hi." She mumbles back distracted

"What's wrong?"

"Huh?" she faces me. "Oh! You know Matt?"

"Ryan's bitch, Matt?"

"Yeah!" she laughs, "He just asked me out."

I furrow my brow "What'd you tell him?"

"I told him I had a wonderful girlfriend who I was very much devoted to." She intertwines our fingers, "He scoffed, called me a dyke, and left."

"He can't treat you like that!" I'm pissed

"It's ok." She kissed my hand, "He's just mad I don't want the D."

I throw my head back laughing.

"Quiet on set!" We hear over the intercom, Lea starts to sing.

"Dance with me?" Heather asks softly, wrapping her arms around my waist when I nod.

I nuzzle my face into her neck inhaling her scent. She's so warm. Her hands, running up and down my back, leave a blazing trail. "What're you doing tomorrow?" I peek up at her.

"I don't have any plans…" She twirls me, "Why?"

"I wanna take you somewhere"

"Are you asking me out?" She feigns shock, placing her hand over her chest and raising her eyebrows.

"Shut up." I laugh, "Yes, yes I am."

Heather looks out the window before dipping her head to kiss me, "I'd love to go on a date with you."

Yay! Heather Morris is coming over! BritBrit Santana night!I press tweet, smiling when I hear the familiar chime of the doorbell.

I open the door "Hey."

"Hi." She steps in. "So, where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Heather and I spent Thursday together. The whole glorious day. We went to IHOP for a late lunch; then drove to a secluded beach and parked. An open spaced trail led down a hill and down to the sand, so we followed it, holding hands and talking, sharing our most intimate thoughts and dreams, sharing ourselves. We were so caught up in each other that we hardly noticed the rain beginning to fall.

Heather squeals putting her arms out a spinning, "I love the rain!" she looks to me, I shiver.

She pulls out her phone and taps on it until music starts to play. "Come here." She holds out her hand and I place mine in hers. She interlocks our fingers; I smile to myself at how perfect it feels.

She pulls me around, water whipping against our skin as we spin together. She let's the music guide her and I let her guide me; I love watching her dance. I can see her become a different person when she dances. Heather dancing is absolutely breathtaking. How she gets lost in the music and moves has to be one of my favorite things.

I don't notice I've stopped until she does as well; "Nay?" she pushes her now soaked hair back.

"I love you." I look at her eyes, crystal blue against the orange sunset.

She smiles, and it's a smile I would give anything to see everyday.

She jumps at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I grip the back of her thighs stumbling back at the force as she kisses me.

Her tongue flicks at my bottom lip; I open my mouth and she strokes her tongue against mine. I groan and stagger back. She pulls away and pecks me on the mouth once more.

"I love you too." She grins and I press my lips to hers again.