When they first met, something subconscious clicked inside their minds, classifying each other as attractive, despite their sexuality. Of course that was overshadowed with "no you're the enemy," at the coffee shop and in the parking garage. But now, alone in the orchestra room (the cello guys don't count to them), their subconscious thoughts reenter their minds, and are multiplying.
Throughout the duel, their attraction for one another grows along with their confusion on their previously written-in-ink sexualities. They could feel the tension between them as they sang. Their thoughts ranged from god I hate this bitchto god damn you're sexy.
Sebastian kept adverting his eyes from Santana's chest, but when she pulled him around by his tie (which was always a turn on for him) he quit fighting it. He let himself be attracted to a female, which hasn't happened in a few years. Santana's thought process was very similar. She hasn't been really attracted to any males in over a year. Sam and David and even Puck were just there because she hated being single and liked getting her way. Now that she got a good look at Sebastian, she realized that he was really good looking.
As they continued the song, they both tried (but failed) hiding glances to other parts of the body besides the face. When they sang out the last note they were thisclose to each other's faces, both clued in to the fact that they were attracted to each other. They stayed close to each other, just breathing, wondering if they really liked each other or if their brains weren't fully functioning.
Sebastian took one more look down her cleavage then back up at her eyes before making his decision. He took Santana's face in his hands and kissed her hard. She was shocked to say the least. She tried to step backwards but he pushed himself more into the kiss, keeping her still. Now Santana gave up this time. Her mind was cross firing between no you're alesbian you have agirlfriendandgoddamn when was the last time I kissed a guy like this?
When Sebastian could tell she wasn't leaving anytime soon, he ripped off her fedora and threw it across the room. He took one hand off of her face to run it through Santana's long locks. Definitely can't do this with guys he thought as his rough hand now gently cupped her cheek. He slowly eased up on the kiss and they broke apart.
They both were taking deep breaths as they absentmindedly separated themselves farther from each other. Sebastian collapsed in the closest chair and put his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his hair. Santana self consciously crossed her arms over her chest and looked down. Her mind was going off, calling her a cheater. Sebastian's mind was just going what the fuck, man?
Santana looked up at Sebastian through her eyelashes. She thought about Brittany and well it won't hurt her if she never finds out. Sebastian looked up from his hands and gave a wide grin, his signature smirk back on his face. "You are an amazing kisser," he complimented. Santana smiled deviously in return.
"I thought we were seeing who was the better singer?" she offered back. She purposely pulled on the top of her outfit in front of him, making his eyes widen.
"Well come here and we can determine who won," he said huskily. She sauntered over to him and straddled his lap, legs open wide. She started to undo his tie as he placed his hands on her hips, ready for action.
Later they both self declared that they were bisexual, instead of gay.