A/N: kay, so I know my update came much sooner than expected, but the anxiety that came from not letting them meet officially was getting to me, so I kinda speeded up the pace a little. I'm not going to jump to the drama yet, cos I just want them to have a happy reunion. Don't forget to follow, favourite and review! Btw, the song is kinda the soundtrack to chapter so give it a listen :)

Song for the chapter: Oceans Away - ARIZONA


He had paled significantly, slightly shivering as the cold draft outside wrapped around his torso. More specifically, he stared in awe at the feel of Santana in his arms.

He buzzed with a new kind of electricity where his body met Santana's exposed skin, the same kind of intense feeling that had been there when they performed Smooth Criminal. He marveled silently at the sight of her, beautiful despite her tears. While he struggled to formulate any sensible thoughts, all he could do was hold her as sobs wracked her body.

After what felt like an eternity, Santana relaxed, still at his doorstep, they had managed to change positions so that her head was cradled in his lap as he gently massaged her arms.

She drifted off to sleep at last and he waited patiently for her to do so, losing himself in thought to the cold air and New York's ambulance sirens. His hands sifted through loose strands of hair as he looked at her peaceful figure.

A few long moments later Smythe finally came back to his senses realizing that he was still stretched out across the entrance to his home with a fragile girl sleeping soundly against his legs. Every now and then Santana stirred, scrunching her face up or frowning in her sleep.

Not wanting to wake her up he would reach out and brush her strained features lightly and she would drift back once again. Sebastian decided to take her inside, hoping she wouldn't go all Lima Heights on him in the morning. She was only wearing an elegant black dress, while it did make his heart soar; it did little to shield her from the cold.

He cautiously wrapped an arm around her waist and one around her knees pressing her against him and walking lightly into the house, careful this time, to avoid the furniture which created an obstacle course of sorts for him.

'Dang it Blaine!' he cursed silently, 'I get Lady Hummel likes the fancy furniture but it's seriously not helpful when you're trying to carry one Santana Lopez into your home. I pretty much already signed my death warrant by bringing her in.'

They finally made it onto his couch in one piece, he would have carried her to his bed, upstairs, but it was way too risky. Plus, she would have probably freaked in the morning at the thought of having shared a bed with her least favorite Warbler. Still dazed by a lack of sleep and an eventful night he got her the closest thing he had downstairs to a duvet, still worried she might panic if he left. With his letterman jacket draped over her, he finally closed his eyes, lying on the polished wooden floor with nothing but his arm to suffice for a pillow.

. . . . . . . .

'Shit. Shit. Shit. The audition!' Sebastian yelped, as he remembered his work for the next day, sleep had made him forget every pretense of what happened last night as he sat up rather on the cold wooden floor. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows of his home and from the looks of it had to be around midday.

He was still speculating on why he had fallen asleep in the TV room floor downstairs instead of in his bedroom, when something rustled above on his couch. He stiffened, worried that he had unwelcome visitor in his house.

It wasn't uncommon really; some days he'd wake up to make himself a cup of coffee and he'd find Kurt half dressed on his couch snoring away with Blaine awkwardly hugging him in his sleep. Naturally, Sebastian had to do a double take when she saw Santana Lopez still asleep wrapped in his jacket. 'Fuck.' He thought, then glancing back at Santana and remembering last night's events. 'Fuck it, the auditions can wait,' he murmured. Then a second later, 'damn, that girl can sleep,' he snickered quietly, an easy smile gracing his lips.

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About fifteen minutes later Sebastian had managed to sweep through this house brining it to a semi-presentable state. For a guy who spent three hours grooming his hair Blaine wasn't very keen on grooming his home. Tuxes and bowties were strewn around the house, beer cans and flamingo floaties wandered aimlessly about the pool.

Sebastian on the other hand had tried on multiple occasions to clean up after Blaine, only postponing cleaning the condo till later because of his ever-growing stack of scripts.

Finally, he had made his rounds of the house and cleaned himself up a bit. The kid still looked tired after only two hours of sleep, but he looked better than he had last night, he was now wearing his favorite Radiohead T-shirt and denim shorts.

He'd even made coffee and pancakes for Santana and him and only then, did he sit down at the foot of the couch with his script at hand his glasses pressed up against the bridge of his nose. He had called Matt, the director apologizing for having to cancel on the audition though he was quite upset at missing a chance to play Danny Zuko in their rendition of Grease.

He was deeply engrossed in reading the script for his next venture as Bernardo in West Side Story when a sudden movement caught his eye. Santana had finally woken up. She yawned sleepily and took a moment to survey her surroundings; she woke up in a large room, modern yet chic. Not bad she thought, refusing to let her mind trail back to a few hours before, when she came in search for help at the only neighborhood that had seemed safe to her that night.

And there as she moved to stretch her feet, she realized she had unintentionally kicked an amused, concerned and slightly bewildered looking old friend/ crush / nemesis. "Seb?" She said in a strained voice, testing out the sound of his name on her lips. 'It has been so damn long since the last time I saw you Seb, I missed you...' she thought to herself.

She was finally able to look at him properly, under her haze of fear and exhaustion yesterday, she had only registered his familiar face and warm embrace.

He looked adorable though she hated to admit it; his hair was no longer gelled back like it was in high school instead he sported a short yet handsome haircut, he'd put on muscle since she'd last seen him, complimenting his height. and his glasses framed his green eyes in a captivating way.

She silently thanked whoever it was that changed his wardrobe from an endless array of Warbler Uniforms to casual tees and cutoffs. He looked years younger, less tense, his shirt bringing her attention to his toned biceps. His tentative smile had grown just a little, probably because she'd been staring him down for the past few minutes.

He cut back on whatever snide remark he had playing on his lips and instead gave her a shy "hi", in greeting.

"Hey," she whispered back, swinging her feet off the couch, careful not to kick him again. "Hey," she repeated still in disbelief that this was happening.