McKinley High's Spring Dance was the bomb, according to every student save for a certain dark haired girl standing in the corner with her arms crossed. Santana Lopez, with her short, emerald, halter dress, took in the sight of the wild crowd in front of her, glaring at every eye that glanced her way. People had come over and offered to dance with her, but she refused to go along with them. Not with Brittany at the other end of the room dancing with a few other Glee mates. They had danced earlier to three songs, and now Brittany decided that she wanted to move on and enjoy her time with her other friends. Santana wasn't pleased at all. She could've danced with her best friend all night. Best friend. Santana almost scoffed. They would always remain best friends, Santana was sure of that. Though she and Brittany had certainly progressed by a few steps, they hadn't gotten anywhere really. She tried not to mind. She tried her hardest, but to no avail. Maybe she just needed a break.

A bronze haired figure made his way through the crowd, heading on a path straight to Santana. She squinted her eyes, attempting to discern the figure over the dim lights.

"Why stand there like a stiff green shell?"

Dear God. Not Sebastian. He was one of the few people Santana particularly despised the most, after everything he had done. But she couldn't forget that a few weeks ago, after the incident with Karofsky, he had somehow completely switched like a button from arrogant jerk to shamefaced jerk. Santana wasn't quite sure what to think of him.

"I refuse to dance with anyone but Brittany. That's why I even came here. I was supposed to be busy doing something else." She said pointedly.

"Busy doing what? Mind telling me?"

"Actually, I do. What do you want?"

"A dance. Just one." Sebastian inched closer, the ever-familiar smirk playing on his lips.

Santana narrowed her eyes. Why would he ever be interested in dancing with her? They were practically enemies. "Find someone else. Or how about, find a guy."

There was stunned silence, and after a moment, Sebastian said, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't act innocent. I'm not stupid. I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at Blaine."

"Sorry Lopez, but I-"

"It's fine. I'm not going to tell anyone." Santana said sullenly. She wasn't in the mood anymore to act like her usual, upbeat, snarky self. Apparently, Sebastian wasn't either. He took Santana by the hand. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her was strong.

"Let go of me! Smythe, if you don't-"

"Just one."

And suddenly, Santana found herself letting Sebastian lead her to the dance floor. But they were at a rather secluded area, away from the others.

"Want to explain why we're alone here?"

"Since you were being awfully antisocial, I thought it'd be kind of me to let us dance here instead. You can thank me later." He twirled her around, surprisingly gracefully.

They were quiet for a while, and Sebastian finally broke the ice, "You were right."

"About what?"

"Blaine."

"I'm always right."

"But I'm over him."

"Bullshit."

"I swear by it. He and Hummel can stay together and one day travel to fantasyland for all I care."

"What changed your mind?"

"Someone else."

"Who?"

"You're not that slow, are you?"

The pieces came together in Santana's mind. It all connected now, just those few things. The dance offer, the things he was saying to her that he wouldn't have told a stranger otherwise. Her legs came to a halt and she stepped away from Sebastian. "You've got to be kidding me."

He didn't even have the nerve to look embarrassed.

"You're gay." She snorted.

Despite the fact that Santana had pulled away from him, Sebastian deliberately pulled her closer in again. He leaned closer before she could struggle away from his firm hold, looking firmly into her eyes, "I'm being a hundred and one percent serious. Don't treat this like it's a joke. I know it's hard to understand."

"And I'm hard to get. Let off." She shook her arm out of his grasp in earnest, stalking away.

"Santana."

She stopped midway, turning toward him. He had his hands in his pocket with his shoulders hunched ever so slightly, lacking in the confidence she was used to.

"I know I'm not the most pleasant person you'll ever meet. But give me a chance. Just one day, us two. It's not even a date."

He sounded so pathetic; Santana was at a complete loss for words.

"So-"

"Fine." The word slipped out of Santana's mouth before she even knew it, and she turned to leave before she could catch a glimpse of Sebastian's beaming, irksome smile.