AUTHORS NOTE: Hi! Welcome to my RP Fic! This is a HEYA story and HEYA will be ENDGAME. This is based on Naya's infamous tweet, which I'm sure Nayaholics out there will remember!
Anyway, this is my first time using Wattpad but I'm already on FanFiction, so yea! I hope you guys like it!
Comments, suggestions and whatever you may fancy are always appreciated.
Sorry for any mistakes!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee and none of these events transpired. Everything written is for harmless fun.
Enjoy!
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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.
