Naya Rivera Imagines

💫N:7💫

-Warning(mention of drug use and alcoholism)

Naya knew that Y/n didnt like talking about her family.

When the two girls started dating while Naya was filming the second season of glee, she had asked about her family. Y/n didnt answer, only saying that it was complicated.

That was 4 years ago, the girls had gotten married now and Naya was expecting their first child together, only having 2 months left.

However, during this time Y/n seemed to become slightly distant. She was sad all the time but hid it well, but not well enough.

Naya began worrying that Y/n was regretting everything in their Relationship, so she decided to sit her wife down one day.

"Baby?" Y/n looked up at her wife slowly from where she sat. Naya waddled over  before sitting on her wife's lap.

Y/n held her wife close, her hands going to the growing belly.

"Whats wrong baby.. you've been distracted and distant.. have I done something wrong?"

"No.. no Nay you've not done anything wrong.. its me"

Naya frowned and lifted her wife's face, tears filling the girl's eyes. "What have you done?"

Y/n sighed.

"I think...its time I told you about my family.."

Naya's eyes widened before she maneuvered herself onto the couch holding her wife's hands.

Y/n rubbed her eyes before taking a breathe.

"Growing up, i had a sister and a mom, no one else.. my mom was an alcoholic and heroine addict.. she died when I was 15, leaving me with my 5 year old sister. We got put into the system but they separated us."

She tried not to cry, Naya gently kissed her hand as an 'its ok'

"However, my sister followed my mothers path while I became who I am today. But my sister got worse, she was homeless.. doing drugs, pipes, alcohol.. she turned to prostitution for money.. she even came to me for money.. but I said no.. I made the mistake of turning her away when she needed me the most..she wa-was um...found dead from an overdose a few weeks ago.."

"B-baby.. im so sorry.." Y/n shook her head. And pulled out her music book, something she and Naya both wrote in sometimes.

"I remember being told that writing down helps emotions.. c-could I play you the song..?"

Naya smiled and nodded before Y/n pulled over her guitar.

"White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men"

Naya ran a hand over her belly as she listened

"And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly"

Y/n recalled the last time she saw her baby sister, picturing their mother.

"Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly"

Tears slowly fell from the guitarist's eyes, unable to hide her emotions anymore.

"An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes and hopin' for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us

And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
And in the pipe, fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die"

Naya wrapped her arms around her wife's shoulders and kissed her cheek.

"Shes in a better place now"

"I-i know.."