Author Note : Hi there! So I've been reading Sebtana's story for a long time now, so I guess this is now my turn to post something. Those will be drabbles/short stories from prompts people from Tumblr send me. There will be no connection between them unless I tell you about it.

Feel free to send me some prompt as well!

One last thing : I'm French, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes you're about to read. I don't have any beta, so if someone is interested, just let me know.


Prompt : Sebastian starts having dreams about Santana after their Smooth Criminal duo.


It started slowly. He woke up with a weird feeling, like something happened in his sleep, something that made his heart beat a bit faster when he woke up but that he couldn't remember. For a few nights, it was just that : a feeling, created by something he couldn't put his finger on. Then it started to change. Some bits of his dreams were still on his mind when he would woke up, panting with a semi hard-on, heart racing almost painfully on his ribcage. A voice, singing some notes of a song he couldn't remember. A silhouette that seemed kind of familiar but that he couldn't replace. And hair. Long, black, haunting hair that kept dancing in his mind even hours after he got out of bed. And that perfume he still could smell when he opened his eyes, lingering scent that made his head spin and his heart miss a beat.

Until one morning, where he woke up, her name on his lips, and his mind full of memories. Her singing almost perfectly, her eyes bored into him, with that luscious body of hers tensed and so very tantalizing. And then she was on his lap, legs tightening dangerously on either sides of his hips, her even darker eyes partly closed, her head tilted with her hair on one side, leaving her neck bare and exposed. And then, everything got suddenly hotter and and messy, only frantic touches, deep kisses, hard bites, loud moans. Everything seemed so true, way too precise, too accurate, like it really had happened, like it was more a memory than just a dream.

He stayed still for almost an hour, lost in those images his mind had created, now fully hard but also totally scared. He had dreamed about a girl, hot, messy, arousing dreams that had let him panting and hard, more than any other dreams he'd ever had before. A girl. Santana Lopez.

And he didn't know what the hell he could do about it. At all.