Marrying the Woman I Hate
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
AN : Hello all! I have decided to write a sequel to my story "Reasons Why I Hate Santana Lopez". For those of you that have read it, I am so excited and thankful that you are continuing on with me. For those of you that are new, it is not necessary to read the first story, but you are welcome to it. Anyways, enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Sebastian Smythe was a cool and collected young man. He stood in the silence of his and Santana Lopez 's shared bedroom, arms crossed and eyes shut in concentration. In that moment he was the picture of calm preserved, but the state of his mind was anything but.
His thoughts raged in, what seemed to him, a million different directions. The internal struggle he was facing battled his mind and his instincts, one telling him to run for his dear life and the other reasoning that things had changed and that everything would be alright. Fear gripped him but he decided to listen to reason.
The only problem was figuring out what to do now.
Mind settled, he traveled to his school bag to retrieve a notebook, one of the last places he expected Santana to go digging through. Pulling out his favorite pen he started a list to organize his thoughts.
"Proposing to Santana: to-do list"
1. Make lunch reservations.
2. Call Artie. Ask him to help you make "the video".
3. Make the video.
4. Ask drive-ins for a favor. Or pay them. Either one works as long they say yes.
5. Call her friends. Ask them to taker her out on the morning of to get primped. They MUST be discreet.
6. Ask mom, and her mom for rings.
7. Take rings in to shop for sizing and setting. Do NOT forget to steal one of her rings to match the size.
8. Ask Santana out on a date.
9. Get a haircut.
10. Propose
Sebastian sat back and read over his list. He wanted everything to be perfect, although a very small part of him also wanted everything to go horribly wrong. That was the part of him that was still traumatized from a life spent with Santana Lopez.
Knowing his luck, everything would go horribly wrong.
In the distance he heard the soft click of keys unlocking the front door of the apartment before he heard the door open and Santana call out for him. Faster than the Flash, he stuffed his notebook back into his school bag. Taking a deep breath, he stood up to meet her and to calm his nerves. Speaking to himself, he whispered "Okay, let's go."