AUTHORS NOTE: Hi guys, this is my first ever RP. Basically this is what has been going on in my head ever since Naya started dating Big Sean. I know this is a touchy subject but it had been running in my head ever since the messy break up. (To which btw, I am in rage by because Big Sean's PR are just dreadful.)

Now, I'm not really a fan of Big Sean so Big Sean and BigVera stans and might want to stay clear away from this fic. It's not designed to bash anyone and I have no intention of offending anybody. I SHIP NAYA WITH HER HAPPINESS.

This will probably be a mini multi chapter and ratings may change. I'll try to update as often as I can...

THIS IS A HEYA FIC. HEYA WILL BE ENDGAME (SOMEHOW, I HAVE NOT COME TO THAT PART YET :P)

THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY, NONE OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED (ALTHOUGH IT WOULD BE FREAKISHLY COOL IF IT DID)

I DO NOT OWN ANYONE? BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE SLAVERY AND THAT'S ILLEGAL. I ALSO DO NOT OWN GLEE.

ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE. I'M SORRY

So please enjoy and let me know what you think! As always, comments, criticisms, suggestions, chat thingy, gifs I don't know whatever you want to do. They're always appreciated.

:)

Present Time

bigsean stealing rolexes from a lady's house now. Maybe cuz I'm on Glee making more money or something. #triflin

If he needed the money so bad he could have had the damn bubble-gum ring back. Heck, Naya didn't even want it in the first place! She didn't need it. But then there goes her PR running their mouth about how they needed to 'sell it' so whatever. She wasn't paying for the ugly ass clump of rock anyway.

But then he took her watch. Now that's a different story.

Everything was fine, as they say: "no publicity is bad publicity". It was nearly a year ago when she was approached by a strange and seemingly good idea after learning about her "best friends" pregnancy over some cheap magazine: "Glee Star Heather Morris has a bun in the oven with beau Taylor Hubell". Again, would have been "fine" if she wasn't the last one to know.

Except she was.

Early 2013 (April)

"What the fuck is this?!" Naya's voice boomed in the studio, her black converses marched across the set towards Kevin, Telly, and Jenna. Dressed in her comfy ripped white washed skinny jeans and in a black vest with her favourite red and black plaid she strode towards her alarmed friends. Naya saw the way Kevin's eyes widened and how his hands tapped on the closest surface as if he was drumming to a song he could only hear. She saw the way Telly hid his face in his still scorching hot coffee as if he intend on tanning his face with the steam and the way Jenna's feet were forcibly planted on the ground or she would be running in all directions looking for the nearest exit if she didn't.

It was the perfect landscape for a guilty party. Tanned left hand was firmly gripping on her coffee while her right hand was stretched above her, clenching on a crumpled magazine with pictures of various celebrities and their recent body modifications on the front cover. Naya's hand only closed around the object, suffocating the material as her eyes pierced through her friend's heads who were averting her gaze. She took a shuddering breath of anger before she stopped in the middle of her friends, demanding their attention.

"What is this?!" She hissed. As much as she tried to calm herself down, this was a lost cause.

"Hi Nay-nay-"

"Don't "Hi Nay-nay" me Telly. What is this?" She shook the deformed magazine in front the large man's face, telling him to take it from her shaking hand. Telly cautiously moved to take it from her. Afterwards Naya placed her free right hand on her right temple, trying to coax away the incoming migraine.

"What is it?" Jenna knew what it was, she asked anyway as she peered over Telly's shoulder to see.

"It's a magazine about HeMo..." Telly mumbled

"Oh" Jenna was shitting herself. "What does it say?" She swallowed the imaginary lump in her throat and inquired.

"It says... 'Guess which Britney Spears double from Glee has a bun in the oven? That's right, the one and only Heather Morris.'..." Telly paused and quickly darted his eyes towards Naya who remained unmoving with her arms folded, her head tilted resting on her right hand as she rubbed her temple.

Telly took a deep breath and continued "26 years old Heather Morris is having a baby with high-school sweetheart Taylor Hubbell..."

Telly paused again only to find Naya calmly sipping on her coffee. The vapour danced out of the cup, the scolding liquid that burned her throat was the only thing that kept Naya from letting devastation take over her. The scorching agony was the only thing only sensation she could feel, the only thing which kept her distracted by the way her heart hammered itself against her ribcage. Telly took Naya's apparent passivity as a sign for him to resume reading the article "In Fitness magazine she confessed her hopes for the future "I want to marry him so bad."."

Telly was in pain, he stopped again to check his friend and saw the way her eyes snapped shut at the quote. There was a moment of silence, Telly unsure of what to do looked at Jenna who was equally disorientated, she only nudged him to carry on as Naya gave no impression she wanted him to stop.

He resumed "Sources say that the couple had been trying for a while-

"Bullshit" he thought.

" -look Naya, this a gossip maga-"

"Read the article Telly." Naya snapped at the man abruptly. Telly hesitated and was hoping for Kevin to interject to stop their friend from breaking her own heart. He only found Kevin staring in mid-air waiting for him to proceed with the hammering of the final nails to the Latinas coffin. Kevin knew there was no going back.

Down heartedly he continued "Sources say that the couple had been trying for a while and are over the moon upon learning about Heather's pregnancy. Looks like Miss Morris will be getting her happily ever after! Congratulations to the lovely couple." Aristotle folded the magazine in half and placed it on the round coffee table, his shoulder slumped in sympathy. Jenna just stared at the magazine and Kevin was leaning forward with his head in his hands.

The group of friends were stood in a solemn silence. The trio were waiting for the quiescent girl to say something, anything, scream in frustration, shout or swear at them but they were left in the eerie silence of a broken un-beating heart.

"Naya this is from a gossip magazine..." Telly tried to diffuse the tension, he placed his hand gently on the petite frame "... You know most of these are lies..."

"So Heather's not pregnant?" The brunette challenged him, her voice was resonated in defeat. Dark brown eyes in despair looked at Telly begging him "Don't lie to me please." and his heart broke for his friend. He couldn't say anything. He couldn't do that to her.

"That's what I thought..." Naya breathed out, as she rushed out of the set, her head ducked down as she wiped the flood of tears falling from her eyes.

The trio were rendered speechless.

That day, Naya went straight home and stayed in bed just drinking throughout the day. She abandoned her phone somewhere after dismissing Telly, Kevin, Jenna and Dianna's calls and texts. "Looks like Dianna knew too" It was dumped somewhere in the house to keep herself away from any distractions from her self-pitying. Naya knew how cliché she was being to which she rolled her tear swollen eyes to, she knew she probably looked pathetic but she couldn't give a single crap about anything right now.

She's angry when she had no right to be. She felt cheated when she wasn't hers to be lost. She felt betrayed when even though she knew her friends were in no place to say anything.

She fell asleep in Heathers grey glee tour hoodie.

The next few weeks went in a blur. Naya went from being "Glee's Cheerio Naya Rivera" to "Big Sean rapper girlfriend Naya Rivera". Apparently she's lost weight, which she's not really surprised by considering she had substituted coffee for at least two of her meals a day. She supposed that it was good though, seeing as the media were feasting upon pictures of her abs and "the love of her life". It wasn't until Meg came barrelling into her door dragging her to her favourite Japanese restaurant did she finally eat a proper meal. They went to the small little place Kevin took her to, she became friends with the owner and so privacy was always guaranteed.

"Nay..."

"Hmm...?" Naya hummed nonchalant at her oldest friends worry laced voice.

"What's going on with you lately?"

"Oh boy... Here it comes..."

"I haven't seen you in like forever! And every time I tried to hang out, your new damn fucking PR- who is by the way a bitch-"

Naya sniggered at this.

"-Would just tell me you're busy and promise me that she will have you call me back! She never does because I never get calls from you!" Meg huffed as she stabbed the salmon on her plate with her chopsticks.

"Sorry Meg... I guess I've just been busy... I'll talk to her..." Naya felt bad, she bowed her head and played with the fish on her plate. She didn't know that Meg had been trying to talk to her. Yea sure they talked over the phone but only for a split second until she was whizzed away by her prep team. She just went with what they said because it was easy. They told her what to do and she just went with it because it was better than thinking and feeling. It was a great distraction from her personal life. She saw it as just another role she had to play. Just another character. Who was she to complain? She was being asked to act. What her whole career is about and she was good at it. She played it flawlessly...

Smile.

They ate it up

Look pretty Naya.

They loved every moment about it

Photoshoot tomorrow

She was a sensation

Kiss him.

She changed though as some said

Holiday for publicity in Hawaii.

She's probably doing drugs

Giggle.

Just another actress who fell from grace

Tease the media.

She's hot though.

Laugh at his jokes.

She was good

Look in love with him.

She got the job done

Love him.

Or so she thought.

"It's ok Nay... I just, I miss you..." Meg took hold on Naya's left hand which was holding the chopsticks pushing the food about. Naya let her friend take her hand and looked at Meg. Her friend smiled lovingly at her but her forehead was still creased with worry.

"I talked to Telly..."

Naya took a deep breath and tried to pull her hand away from the warms hands it was nestled in, but Meg continued to hold on it firmly. Naya gave up and just threw her head away from her friends inspecting eyes.

"He told me about what happened early this year... You didn't tell me anything..."

Naya knew her friend was talking about that magazine. How can she forget? She had seen Totle, Kevin, Jenna and everyone around during shootings but she doesn't stick around to hang out with them anymore. It's not that she's mad at them, she just doesn't have the time. You know with her projects and stuff...

She hasn't even spoken to Heather ever since they finished filming Brittany's departure.

"I like your dress, you look really cute and puffy." Naya walked towards the set with Heather after getting her make-up done.

The blonde girl's eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlight which didn't go unnoticed by the Latina. She wondered what was up, Heather was being strangely quiet and sombre "Yea… They're spending quite a budget on Britt's departure…". Heather recovered fast though.

"What's up Debbie Downer?" The shorter girl nudged her counterpart with her shoulder as they walked down the McKinley hallway, taking a short cut to the studio where they were scheduled to film.

"Nothing, it's just it sucks that I have to leave…"

"Urgh…" Naya groaned "Can we please not talk about Ryan, seriously. What the fuck is he playing at? I mean, Brittana break up over Freddie Krueger and Chucky the doll's love child?" Heather giggled at this which made Naya smile, it was the first laugh from Heather she heard today. She carried on with her rant in attempt to have her best friend smile even wider.

"Seriously! The hat and the red wig! Like shit, if anything Santana should have got out of Louisville and burned anything which gave trace to her being there after that eye contact…" Heather snorted at this which caused Naya to laugh out loud.

"Did you just snort?" she teased.

"No…" Naya laughed even harder, while Heather pushed her on the shoulder trying to get the Latina to stop.

"Stop…" Heather blushed as Naya carried on laughing, she pushed her again but Naya was caught off her balance and wobbled off her feet. The blonde who saw the brunette lose her balance quickly grabbed her hand. The sudden action caused Naya to throw her weight forward, falling on top of Heather against the lockers. The pair paralyzed in the position laughed even harder at the rush that came from their antics. Naya rested her head on Heather's shoulder as tears sprung from her eyes from laughing too much, their chest convulsed with hilarity. Eventually their laughter died down and Naya pulled her head slowly off the taller girl's shoulders and so she was facing her friend. She saw an unmistakable tint of sadness in her friend's eyes and conflict.

"Naya I'm-" but Heather stopped. The shorter girl watched as blue eyes was swarmed with different emotions. It's as if the girl wanted to say something but couldn't physically bring herself to say it.

"What is it HeMo?" she asked softly. She looked at the blonde adoringly urging her to open up. Naya saw the way blue liquid sapphires formed and rimmed from the piercing blue eyes she loved so much. The blonde looked at her with so much intensity as if she was trying to desperately memorize every contour of her face, as if she was about to disappear any moment. Naya's eye's furrowed in concern. They were frozen at that moment, Heather's strawberry breath from her gum mingled with Naya's breath and her chocolate scented body wash. Their chest rising and falling time and their heart beating warmly, reverberating delicately in contentment as it found home. Heather brought her fingers up to brush the strands of hair which covered the side of Naya's face and tucked it behind the adorable ear. She then let her hand slide down the Latina's face and cupped Naya's jaw whilst her thumb endearingly caressed the definite cheekbones. Naya's heart raced at the gesture, and her head grew faint whilst her breath grew shallow but still soft.

"Nothing…" Heather whispered. "I'm just going to miss this… I'm just going to miss you…"

"You talk like this is a goodbye, forever" Naya replied.

"It's the end of an era..." Heather replied simply. The taller girls thumb moved away from the delicate cheekbones and moved down to the plumped lips which were a mere hairbreadth apart.

"But fate has laid a hand" Naya countered.

Heather smiled at the familiar words and rested her forehead against Naya's her eyes tightly shut. By this time the smaller girl was confused, terrified and somewhat heartbroken, but she closed her eyes too and tried to enjoy the unprecedented intimacy. She didn't know why Heather was acting so strange but whatever it is, she didn't like it. Not one bit.

"I'll always love you the most." It was quiet. But it wracked Naya's entire being. Why was Heather quoting Santana? And out of all the lines, why that one? Before the shorter girl could get another word out, Heather pulled back and placed a fierce kiss on her forehead. Warm teardrop fell on the tanned cheek, but it wasn't Naya's. The blonde girl pulled away and released a shuddering breath. She clutched Naya's left hand and gently tugged her towards the set.

"C'mon" Heather's eyes were red; it was evident that the woman had just cried. Naya allowed herself to be pulled along by Heather.

Lost, in shock and confused, she let her body follow the other woman.

Something had just happened and she had no clue what it meant.

"Was she pregnant then? Urgh." Don't think about it Naya.

"It's fine Meg." The Latina replied bluntly, not willing to discuss the topic any further.

"Is it really?" But her friend pressed on, pale hands tugged on Naya's defeated limbs trying to get her attention. Naya begrudgingly looked at the blonde.

"Is it really Naya?" Her friend repeated.

It's show time she thought...

"Yes. Everything is fine" Naya replied, her voice was firm leaving no room for doubts."

But Meg scanned her face, still unpersuaded.

"And Sean, is it? He's nice to you? I didn't even know you had a thing for him." Her friend countered, not buying her act.

"Always thought you had a thing for blondes" the blonde wagged her eyebrows jokingly, trying to keep the conversation light. Although she knew it was pretty pointless seeing as she brought her up.

"Damn it Meg... Just drop it" she thought...

"Yea, he's nice. We're actually going to Hawaii this weekend." Said Naya, ignoring the later comment.

"Oh that's nice..." Her friend replied.

"And you're happy with him?" The taller girl pressed on.

"Yea I am" Naya asserted, not willing to back down.

"Good... So, little escapade with just the two of you... Must be serious...You really like him then?"

"Yea, I really do. I-"

And internal debate sparked within her.

"Please don't say it."

"I have to."

"No, but you don't."

"Yes I do, I have to sell it and this is a good practice."

"You're lying to your oldest friend."

"It's acting."

Meg glared challengingly at Naya, she knew what was about to leave her friends lips.

"I love him." Left her lips. Her head was spinning and wave of guilt and disgust washed over her, pulling and pushing her into a rocking motion which pressed on the pit of her stomach; pushing bile up.

Naya saw as cloud and storm of emotions raged into her friends eyes. She saw disbelief, anger; betrayal, disappointment, but what killed her was the soft raindrops of pity

"Oh, that is sweet."
"That is a lie."

Meg dropped her hand and busied herself looking for her purse to pay for their meal.

Naya felt like she just lost a limb.

The drive home was silent. As the busy streets and traffic light blinked, the buzzing, honking of the cars in LA encircled them but never infiltrating the tight tension between two friends.

The car came to a halt out Naya's house and the pair was left waiting and hesitating to break the tension.

Naya was the first to break "So, I better be going... You know, gotta pack and stuff..."

"Unless you'd like to come in for coffee?" She finished hopefully.

"No... It's ok Nay, you're probably busy with things... You know packing..."

"Oh yea, right..."

Naya and Meg were sat facing towards the car, waiting for the other to move. Naya was torn between wanting to say something and just leaving. She wanted to talk to Meg, she wanted to say something. Anything! But her mind was blank. Eventually she gathered her bag and fished the keys out to her house.

"I guess I'll see you around..." Naya didn't like this. Not one bit. She felt like she just fucked up her friendship over her career.

This should have been the first sign that this whole thing was a bad idea.

Naya waited for her friend to say something, when she didn't she placed her hand on the door latch to open it.

"Naya..."

The tanned girl whipped her head towards her friend and was engulfed into a warm hug. It was quite an awkward position as the car console was between them. Tears stung her eyes as she weeped on her friends shoulder.

"I hope you know what you're doing..." Her friend whispered. "I'll see you soon."

The blonde and brunette parted and Naya wiped her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie and sniffed.

"Yea see you soon, love you Meg"

"Love you too" the pale girl replied as she smiled at her friend.

Naya left the car and made her way back into the house.

"Don't be a stranger!" Her friend called after her.

Before she closed the gate, she waved goodbye to the silver BMW and walked inside her home.

Hawaii.

Well that was interesting.

Naya and Big Sean spent the week in the sunny coast of the Hawaiian sea. Which again was ok, she didn't mind. She got a really nice tan in exchange for pictures of her looking glorious in her bikini with her "boyfriend". He wasn't bad. Naya and him got along just fine.

Just a bit touchy though.

The internet erupted as fans fan-girled over their pictures taken by the paparazzi. Thus, earning them their shipping name "BigVera" and tittle "the hottest couple". To which Naya did not even bat an eyelash to. She guesses it's good. After all, her PR thought it was good to invest in this relationship seeing as Glee was "a sinking boat" and since her co-star left her to burn.

Naya had to stop herself from drowning the presumptuous douchebags. So after her meeting which was really her pretending to listen, she was glad to find solitude by the poolside of Four Season Resort Lana'i. The hotel was great, shiny wooden waxed floor boards, sleek furniture's and greatly situated so the sea was can pretty much be seen everywhere. It was just about six in the afternoon, the sun was still up but it was slowly retiring into the ocean. The actress sat herself comfortably on the white cushioned rattan sun lounger and released a long sigh of relief.

"Thank the Lord." She mumbled.

The poolside was pretty much deserted seeing as this was Hawaii after all, who would want to stay in the hotel? This girl who cannot give two fucks about the paparazzi and her PR. That's who. They always ask about her and Sean and to be frank, it was getting on her nerves.

"What's your song?"

"Erm... 'Hello?'"

"Have you met his family?"

"Yea they were really sweet..."

"Who's the hottest girl you've been with?"

"... Naya Rivera..."

No.

Anyway, so sipping on her Long Island Iced Tea, she started reading her book. She was amidst the red wedding in Game of Thrones when a voice broke out; startling her she nearly went all Robb Stark on the intruder.

"They're quite something, huh?" Sean piped up as he saw Naya's PR retreating back into the hotel earlier, he thought it was a good opportunity to tap that- I meant "get acquainted".

"Yea. They are." Naya replied shortly. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't trying to be a bitch. Just didn't feel like talking to anyone.

"Hey I get it, it's annoying having to have papz following us everywhere, but this is real good for us. Publicity and all right?" Sean in his swimming shorts cracked his neck and back as he took a seat on the sun lounger next to Naya's.

"Sure, it's just been a long day" the brunette gave Sean a tight smile as she noticed how the rapper was shamelessly leering at her legs. She cleared her throat to get the dirty sticky eyes off her lap and on to her face. Sean blinked rapidly, shaking himself out of his stupor.

"Hey don't you have to be somewhere? Your manager was looking for you. You should go."

Big Sean who got the hint that he was caught perverting on the actress took the easy exit.

"Oh yea... Yea... Thanks..." Just as soon as he sat down, he got up again. He turned his back to Naya pretending to stretch as he tried to clear his head of the embarrassment.

"Right I should go." He repeated to which Naya hummed to in agreement. Another blow to his ego as the actress showed no interest or gave no indication that she wanted him to stay. He scratched his head as he realized that he has been reading way into much on Naya's actions.

She was not interested him.

Not one bit.

The kisses, the cute little giggle and the tender way she clanged on his arm was all an act.

"Good talk... I'll see you later..." The rapper gave an awkward wave as he walked away from the lounger. Naya gave him another tight smile He walked around the pool burning in embarrassment and annoyance.

"What a bitch... " he thought, "fuck that hoe." He threw a quick glance and saw Naya looking at his direction but she quickly turned her attention back on her book.

He smirked to himself thinking "Tease..." He carried on his way when he had to do a double take on a tall blonde in a bikini with milky legs that went for miles. The woman's body glistened under the Hawaiian sunset as droplets of water dripped down her body, down her neck to her cleavage.

"Damn." he thought.

Unbeknownst to him that it was the same woman who had caught Naya's attention.

"Look. Let's be clear here. I'm not here because I want to 'get up all on that'" The Latina brought her hands in the air to make a quoting gesture referring to Big Sean's words before she punched him for mounting her on the sofa trying to kiss her.

Naya was fuming.

"This." She gestured herself and him. "This is pure business. I have no intention on sleeping with you. No one is sleeping with anyone!"

The Latina was stood in the living room by the long window of the penthouse she was staying at. Massaging her temples she shot daggers at the back of Big Sean's head who was sat on the white leather sofa which was situated in the middle of the room.

"I don't get why you're playing hard to get, I saw you checking me out by the poolside when I left!"

"What?"

"You were staring at me when I left."

"When?"

"Earlier when were at the poolside!"

"Oh... Oh that..." Naya's eyes lighted up upon the realization of what caused the misunderstanding.

"Trust me.. I was not looking at you." Naya couldn't help but let out an amused scoff.

"Yes. You were." Naya's eyebrows cocked in amusement, she was still angry but she was enjoying the sleaze bag make a fool of himself.

Big Sean who couldn't take Naya's mocking smirk growled in irritation. "Fuck this. I have other important things to do than stick around here..."

"Yea, you really need to find someone who'll scratch that itch for you, buddy."

Big Sean walked out and slammed the door as he left the penthouse. Naya was left smiling to herself, still entertained. She looked out the window and looked at the stars which twinkled in the canvas of oblivion. The smile fell from the brunette's lips as she was overcome by nostalgia. She remembered Mexico. She remembered how she shared many nights like this with a certain blonde. She remembered the warm feeling in her chest which radiated throughout her body. How her eyes shined and glowed upon the sight of her companion. How her ears perked up when the blonde talked about her future and how she couldn't imagine it without the Latina and how she confessed the same thing. All of that was now a far distant memory. Wishful thinking lost in time.

Naya forced her head to turn away from the dusting of lights in the night sky and made her way to the kitchen. Tanned hands grabbed the bottle of red, she unscrewed the cork and brusquely brought the bottle to her lips. She took large gulps before walking back to her room with the beverage in hand. She'll talk to her PR's Tweedle Dick and and Tweedle Dumb tomorrow. Tonight, she's going to drink; it's unhealthy she knows.

Just like how she did that night upon learning about Heather's pregnancy.