A/N: I do not own: Glee, Sebastian, Santana or the beautiful music in this story.
DO NOT FEAR - 'In That Moment' is still alive and well - the next chapter will be up very sooon.
For now, I give you this little one shot that has been in my head because every time I listened to this song I couldn't stop thinking about my SEBTANA and I knew there was a story in there somewhere. Starts just after 'Smooth Criminal' - in case anyone wasn't sure.
I'm curious to know if anyone else thought this? Let me know when you REVIEW!
Thank you once again for everything & enjoy.
"You little bitch!" Santana spat, spraying strawberry slushie over Sebastian. "You are the most vile, repugnant creature!"
"Whereas, Santana," Sebastian countered, smirking down at her. "I find you to be," he ran a thumb over her plush bottom lip, wiping the residue and licked it tauntingly, "The sweetest."
"This isn't over pal," Santana curled her lip, digging a sharp nail into his pristine white shirt.
"On the contrary," Sebastian grinned, removing her manicured talon from his chest, "I think you'll find it is."
Santana was fuming as she watched him knock fists with his two cronies, looking so smug and pleased with himself. She shook the remainder of the red slushie from her clothes and folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm going to make you pay Smythe." She stated matter-of-factly, eyeing him haughtily and drawing herself up to her full height in order to show her true dominance over this pestilent little joto.
"What're you going to do, scare me with another one of your "duels"?" asked Sebastian, sneering sarcastically and making air-quotes with his fingers.
"Oh I'll scare you alright – in a way you'll never see coming," Santana sneered fiercely, taking the upper hand.
"Twink," She addressed Sebastian as a goodbye greeting.
"Little bitchlets." She nodded at his fellow Warblers.
Then she turned on her heel and swept from the room in a trail of sweet, sticky mystery.
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"Another beer Seb?" asked the bartender jovially, coming over to the teenager who was draining the last of his bottle.
He had lost count of what number bottle he was on, but allowed Ricky to keep bringing them. They all knew he was underage but no-one questioned it here, Sebastian was a regular and so regular that he was practically part of the family. He had a constant tab and a toilet cubicle reserved solely for his sordid deeds.
He nodded gratefully at Ricky as he placed another beer in front of him.
"How's things?" Ricky asked conversationally, wiping the surface of the bar.
Sebastian looked up at him pointedly and curled his lip, drawing the neck of the bottle to his parted lips, waiting for the sweet taste of escape.
"You know I don't come here to talk." He said harshly, feeling the alcohol sliding smoothly down his throat.
"Right," conceded the barman equally severely, "Just to drink, forget and have sex."
"I didn't see you complaining last month." Sebastian pointed out, scoffing playfully up at Ricky.
"Touché," Ricky agreed, remembering briefly their rendezvous in Sebastian's bathroom stall. "So which of the three are you doing tonight?"
"Forgetting." Sebastian replied sharply, finishing the bottle.
"Anything in particular? Or anyone?" asked Ricky, cocking an eyebrow at him to which Sebastian ignored. "I'll get you another."
The bartender laughed and made his way to another customer and another drink for his favourite. The truth was, Sebastian thought, Ricky was actually right. He was trying to forget someone.
Someone's teasing voice, her shimmying strut and her slender curves.
If Sebastian didn't get Santana Lopez out of his head soon there would be trouble. Perhaps he'd have to entice someone into his cubicle to erase the memory of her tone ringing in his ears and the sweet way the taste of her lips had lingered in the slushie and entered his mouth uninvited.
He glanced around for an appropriate candidate but no-one caught his eye. But he desperately needed to get her out his brain. Maybe he'd have to break his 'one-time' rule and invite Ricky into his office once more.
Said barman reappeared clutching another bottle in his fist and placing it in front of Sebastian. Before his hand had left the glass something else distracted his attention. With his palm still feeling the condensation steaming up the body of the bottle, he looked over and his jaw dropped slightly.
"Who is that?" murmured Ricky, to no-one in particular.
His interest peaked, Sebastian followed his gaze and glanced over his shoulder. When he saw who Ricky was staring at, he first echoed the barman's movements and parted his lips slightly as his jaw fell. Then he rearranged his features into a look of sheer disdain and antipathetic arrogance.
This couldn't be happening. What on earth was Santana Lopez doing, strutting into 'Scandals' wearing a tight, gold-sequinned, strapless mini-dress that clung to her every inch of body, making him stir in places girls shouldn't? She glanced around the room, flipping her long, dark, straight curtain of hair over her shoulder and clutching her black bag to her hip.
As her eyes travelled over the room and drew towards him, Sebastian turned to face Ricky.
"Quick, pretend we're having a conversation." He said hurriedly.
"Wait, do you know her?" asked Ricky, gazing at Santana in awe as she pushed her way through the crowd.
"Yes. Don't look at her! Laugh, you idiot!" Sebastian instructed in desperation.
"She's hot." Ricky commented, raising his eyebrows.
"Aren't you gay?" asked Sebastian, narrowing his eyes.
"Considering we were both just staring at her, mesmerised, I'm as gay as you are." Ricky argued pointedly, giving Sebastian a moment to ponder his words in confusion.
A small cough came from his left and suddenly she was there.
Sat next to him at the bar in 'Scandals', crossing her long, tanned legs over each other, only elongated further by the black stilettos she was wearing, Santana Lopez.
She rested her olive arms and black clutch bag on the bar and said to Ricky,
"Could I get some service please?"
"S-sure," Ricky stammered, taken aback by her sultry voice and confident tone.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, feeling frustrated at Ricky's behaviour.
"I'll have a Martini please." She beamed up at the bartender who nodded and disappeared to make it.
"Put it on this young man's tab, please," Santana called after him, turning to face Sebastian and stroking his bicep affectionately as a gesture for Ricky to know she meant the bronze-haired Warbler.
She put her head on one side and smiled innocently at him.
"What, are you stalking me now?" asked Sebastian drily, drinking from the bottle Ricky had left steaming in front of him, refusing to catch her eye.
"Who am I to turn down a good night out?" countered Santana in return, glowing up at Ricky as he placed the cocktail in front of her.
She drew the olive out the glass and sucked the cocktail stick teasingly, swallowing the green fruit in one.
Ricky swallowed thickly and Sebastian curled his lip, nudging Ricky as he tried to stop the same heated sensation flowing through him. Anger began to rise in him for her ruining his routine and changing everything he believed in.
"This is a gay bar." He pointed out patronisingly.
"I'm gay," Santana said, shrugging passively. "Sorry hun," She grinned at Ricky, winking slightly.
Ricky snorted lightly and walked off murmuring something like 'Yeah, right' to himself.
"Oh that's right. The pretty little blonde." Sebastian recalled, finally moving his eyes to meet Santana's. "Where's she tonight?"
"Doing something with her Irish exchange kid. I don't know," admitted Santana, distractedly.
"Hm," Sebastian commented, eying her daringly.
"But it doesn't really matter anyway," Santana pressed on, "Because recently, I just," she sighed dramatically, "I just can't stop thinking about someone else."
She glanced at him and watched as his pupils dilated and the green flecks in his eyes danced about dangerously. She finished her drink sadly and clicked at Ricky for another. He brought it over hurriedly, watching as Sebastian chewed his lip idiosyncratically.
Ricky had seen Sebastian in here enough times to know that was Sebastian habitual movement that he made when he was unconsciously – or sometimes consciously – turned on by something, or someone. He raised his eyebrows at the tall, bronze haired man who rolled his eyes and shrugged him off.
A voice came ringing out from other side of the room.
It was Mitchell, the DJ announcing that there was to be an open karaoke session.
"We'll do it!" Santana was screaming suddenly, flinging hers and Sebastian's hands into the air.
Sebastian wasn't quite sure at what point her hand had joined his but he abruptly found himself being dragged from his seat as Santana downed the rest of her second Martini and pulled him up onto the stage.
"And I've got the perfect song for us!" She beamed at him and made her way over to Mitchell, sliding a bill imperceptibly into his palm and thanking him as he chose the track.
The opening beats began and Santana laughed into the microphone, handing another to Sebastian.
"I don't know why I like it, I just do." She trilled gleefully.
She sashayed over to him and ran a hand playfully across his back, singing the first verse directly to him.
I've been hearing your heartbeat inside of me
I keep your photograph beside my bed
Livin' in a world of fantasies
I can't get you out of my head
She nodded at him encouragingly and Sebastian found himself singing the next verse to her as she danced off the stage into the crowd, shaking her hips as she did so.
I've been waiting for the phone to ring all night
Why you wanna make me feel so good
I got a love of my own baby
I shouldn't get so hung up on you
Their voices joined as Santana moved among the men in the crowd, rubbing herself up on their bodies, sliding smoothly between them.
Oh I remember the way that we touch
I wish I didn't like it so much
She beckoned enticingly to Sebastian and drew him into the crowd with her, singing directly to him, grinding her gold-clad body up against him. He swallowed thickly between phrases, his eyes fixed on her as she twirled through the throngs, the sequins on her dress frolicking in the light.
Oh I get so emotional baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional baby
Ain't it shocking what love can do
Ain't it shocking what love can do
Ain't it shocking what love can do
As she entered the next verse, there grew a sexual rough tone to her voice as she locked her eyes on him no matter how many biceps or thighs she was stroking. He knew it, just as surely as he knew the words; he knew that they were meant for him.
I gotta watch you walk in the room baby
I gotta watch you walk out
I like the animal way you move
And when you talk
I just watch your mouth
Unable to stop himself, he prowled towards her and clutched her body to his, feeling her heartbeat hitting her chest, desperate with the heat of the exchange.
Oh I remember the way that we touch
I wish I didn't like it so much
Oh I get so emotional baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional baby
Everyone else in the room was forgotten as the tension rose between them and they sang the words solely to each other.
Ain't it shocking what love can do
I get so emotional baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional baby
Ain't it shocking what love can do
Ain't it shocking what love can do
Ain't it shocking what love can do
Her light fingers danced up his thigh and his torso before she wound her arm around his neck locking him into her.
See I remember the way that we touch
I wish I didn't like it so much
No no no, I get so emotional baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional baby
Ain't it shocking what love can do
His green eyes met her dark ones, so full of power and determination and he was lost in them. She had caught him under her spell; the combination of her teasing voice, her tempting body encapsulated in that gold body-tight dress that was rising inch by inch and her magnetic eyes.
I get so emotional baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional baby
Ain't it shocking what love can do
I get so emotional baby
I get so emotional baby
Ain't it shocking what love can do
I get so emotional baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional baby
Ain't it shocking what love can do
I get so emotional baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional baby
Ain't it shocking what love can do
They finished, breathing heavily, just like they had in that choir room when the sexual tension had first risen. A rousing applause was echoing through the club but Sebastian was deaf to it. He dropped his microphone to the floor, uncaring that the feedback was piercing his eardrums and he placed his hands on either side of Santana's face drawing her up to him.
Her plush red lips were just in reach and gay or not, he couldn't help himself wanting to devour her. She wanted him just as much, he could tell, she was sighing just as heatedly.
Then she exhaled carefully, breathing into the microphone still held by her mouth.
"Let that be a lesson to you, Sebastian Smythe."
She turned her cheek to him so his lips fell on her smooth supple skin, rather than her parted lips.
"If you play with fire, you only get burned. And sweetheart," She looked directly at him, his open mouth and his pained eyes, "I'm one fiery Latina."
She dropped her microphone in the same was as he had, allowing the feedback to resonate in the silent room. Then she strutted from the club, hips sashaying in her golden sequins as she left him behind.
Sebastian was agog at what had just taken place.
Santana Lopez had just played him.
And he had fallen right into her web, leaving him well and truly stuck.
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