A/N- The anon who referred to my story as 50 Shades of Grey like needs to lighten the hell up it's a romantic comedy for Christ sake. And second of all this story is kinda like The Proposal and the Wedding Date, but I switched the roles around in my story. If those movies aren't sexist for having the woman be a boss than reversing it is not sexist either.

"What are you doing here, Stalker Steve?!" Santana placed her hand on her hip and scowled at Sebastian who only gave her a cheeky grin in response, his pearly white teeth flashing in the morning sunlight. He stood confidently in the doorway, oozing confidence and wealth dressed smartly in desigher clothes while she on the other hand was only half dressed in clothes she found on sale at Sears. Santana crossed her arms over her chest and looked him over from head to toe trying to find some kind of flaw in his appearance and failed to her utter annoyance.

Sebastian frowned, "'Stalker'?" He repeated arching a too perfect eyebrow, "I thought out of the kindness of my heart I would be gracious enough to offer my services to the less fortunate by giving you a ride to work. But if you want to walk to work to help burn off all those tamales, I'll leave then. And I'm going to take my coffee and my donut with me."

Santana snatched the coffee (labeled Satan) and the brown grocery bag from his hand, before Sebastian could grab it from her she took a long sip out of the coffee and licked the donut knowing how Sebastian was. When he made a disgusted face and uttered sarcastically how mature she was acting Santana grinned in trumpet.

"You know you really are totally coming off as a creepy stalker." Santana stubbornly repeated and took another sip of coffee, hazelnut, her favorite. How did he even know that? Was it just a lucky guess? "But I guess you can give me a ride to work." She shrugged nonchalantly like she had any other option, to be honest, when she woke up she forgot all about her car being towed until he sge opened the door for him and saw her car wasn't parked in her space.

"Wow, look at this place," Sebastian said welcoming himself in to Santana's annoyance the guy thought he opened the world, but when she heard him complementing her home she almost dropped the donut out of her mouth in shock, Was Sebastian actually being genuinely nice? "I think I could fit my bathroom in here." Of course just when she thought he was showing her he wasn't a complete tool by offering her breakfast and a ride he had to go and prove her wrong. He was like an onion, pull back one stinking layer just to find more smelly layers underneath.

Santana huffed and went upstairs to finish getting ready for work. A few minutes later they headed out to his car. It was a perfect spring day outside, too perfect to be stuck inside the office all day, Santana thought. The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming and the birds were chirping. Unexpectedly she remembered reading in an article once how spring time was the most popular time of year for weddings and suddenly she wanted the chill and the cold of winter back.

"This is your car?" Before Sebastian could notice how impressed she was shut her mouth determined to retain some dignity.

Sebastian didn't break stride hopping into his convertible black Porshe with the top down. "Get in."

Santana couldn't even come up with a smart remark to say back to him. Sebastian looked so attractive so effortlessly cool with his hair was slicked back, a few buttons unbuttoned on a crisp shirt and designer sunglasses, like he stepped off of some glossy Gucci ad. She only nodded opening the door and sliding in the cool leather of the seat. She thought back to last night silently admitting defeat, as much as she hated to admit it, Sebastian was cool and cute. No not cute. What was wrong with me today? She shook her head to clear her thoughts as he turned on the radio to some random station.

"About my car..." Santana's voice drawled off uncertainly. She had no money to pick it up with and even if she did, she still had to get it fixed. What am I going to do? Beg Sebastian for the money? Cry to my parents?

"I already dropped it off at the mechanic, it should be ready when we get back from the wedding." Sebastian said off handily, like it was no big deal, did he realize how much stress and worry he just took of her shoulders? And he wasn't even going to make her do anything for him in return?! Not even say a thank you?! No, Sebastian was not that type of person.

"Are you kidding right now? Did you send it to the junk yard or something because I will go all Lima Heights Adjacent on you for thinking you can play with the Snix, ferret face."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, she could almost read his thoughts, 'Oh look, she's bringing up the no name town she came from again, how cute.' From the guy who grew up around elite prep schools and spent summers in Europe and that only infuriated her more.

"No need to bail one of your family members from jail to teach me as lesson." He said not looking intimated at all, damn him. "I took your car to get repaired, if you don't believe me here's their card." Santana snatched the business card away from him and inspected it closely. After she was done talking to mechanic who's voice even sounded greasy she hung up the man telling her exactly what Sebastian said, "Now unless you want to pay for the repairs yourself, I suggest you start being nice to me."

"I don't do nice."

"Pity, that bitch face you always wear is getting old, Santana."

"So is the Disney prince hair do of yours and you don't see me complaining."

"Will anyone help me with this dumb copy machine?!" Everyone in the office pretended like they couldn't hear her and Santana groaned, whenever she needed to use the copier it was always broken. She bent over to see if she fix the paper jam by herself when she saw Jaime trying to sneak a peak up her dress. Oh, he could see me but not hear me?! She was about to tell him off when Sebastian approached them.

"Hey, you with retired porn star haircut, you look up my girlfriend's dress one more time, I'll have you fired so fast it'll make you head spin." My girlfriend, his words repeating in Santana's mind, my girlfriend, mine. She knew it was just for appearances but Sebastian's tone certaintly sounded serious enough. His protectiveness, his anger, his possessiveness it sent a shiver up her spine Britney could never fit the protector role in her life like her boyfriends in high school had she was always the one defending Britney. Jaime whipped his head away so fast Santana thought he might get whiplash.

"I don't need your help, Fivel."

"Really, because it looks like you are doing just great on your own." Sebastian replied smugly watching her struggle to fix the paper jam.

"Fine, you give it a-" Sebastian already had the stupid paper jam fixed before she could complete her sentence. God she hated him and she especially hated the the self satisfied smile he wore on his face afterwards.

"After work we are going shopping." Couldn't ever phrase her sentences into asks?she knew it was too much to ask for a please ofr thank you from him, but at least she could have tried, Would you like to go with me instead of demanding her. It wasn't like Santana would say no she needed new clothes like a fat kid wants KFC. She intended to get the sexiest dress possible to show off her hot body and show up Pillar at her own wedding. Sebastian was a smug prick who she hated to be around, but at least lately he hasn't been acting that much of as tool to her. Plus she was going to get to go on a vacation to the Hampton's, attend a wedding where there was sure to be free drinks and food which was always a plus in her book. And the best part was everything was coming out of Sebastian's pocket.

"Can I ask you something?" Santana asked on the ride over to the mall.

"Sure go ahead." Sebastian had one arm casually out the window and the other draped around the wheel.

"Does your dad know you're gay?" A tense moment passed and Santana was sure he was just going to ignore her question when he finally replied.

"No, my dad is a great guy, but he's old school, it wouldn't look good for all the conservative businesses we own. It wouldn't reflect on the family name good. I don't want to take any chances with lowing our business partners or worst losing my inheritance."

Santana actually felt some camaraderie between them at that moment and nodded her head in understanding. "It's the same thing with my abuela, the she doesn't know I'm gay part, my abuela isn't nice like you're dad. She's a complete bitch. "

Most people would act shocked to hear Santana say that about her grandmother without some explanation from her. Like how her grandmother called her "Garbage Face" so much as a child she was actually convinced it was her real name until she started school. But Sebastian wasn't like most people he didn't act shocked or horrified to hear her talk so bluntly about her older relative he nodded his head and Santana actually felt like she found someone who understood her, someone who she could be brutally honest with and not have to sugarcoat everything like she did with her ex. "I heard your phone conversation," He said, "She doesn't need to talk to you like that, like you aren't good enough because you are. You are good enough, Santana."

"Sebastian?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you just being nice to me, for no reason?"

"Maybe," Sebastian said laughing, "Just don't tell anyone okay." He looked at her with the sun glinting off his windswept hair and that easy smile. Santana felt her heart skip a beat for a moment.

"This color would look beautiful on you!"

"It's hideous," Sebastian and Santana said together at the same time and looked at each other in surprise. Santana figured Sebastian would have a totally different fashion taste then her. She hoped this didn't mean that they would turn into that annoying couple that completes each other's sentence for seemingly no other reason than to piss everyone off with how annoying they were. Especially since they weren't even a couple.

Sebastian ended up picking out a few dresses for her to try one even though she would have loved to say she hated everything he touched she actually loved the clothes he picked out. But she still tried on the outfits she picked out first.

"You almost had me fooled, Sebastian. I will grant you that." Santana said and tipped her orange julius to him.

"What are you talking about?" Sebastian asked looking genuinely puzzled as he turned into the other lane, shopping bags filled the trunk of the car.

"You pretending to be gay, don't even try to deny it I saw the way you were checking my ass out as I was trying on those dresses," Santana said mentally applauding her awesome perceptive skills. Sebastian underestimated her, which was never a good thing to do. "So what, you were going to pretend to be gay so I'd let you watch as I changed clothes and get to cop a few feels? You're such a perv Symthe."

Sebastian appeared irritated that she had just caught him in a lie which she totally had. "You don't understand Santana."

"Oh don't even try to deny it-"

"I'm not denying it! I'm bi, okay?"

"Bi?"

"As in bisexual?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "I know what it means and there's no such thing you're either gay or straight."

Now Sebastian looked pissed. "Oh I see how it is, you're one of those hard core lesbians who are biphobic. Well from what I heard your ex girlfriend was bi? What did you let your insecurities control you and guilt her all the time about her attraction to men until she left you? Well guess what? I saw the way you look at me too and I think I'm not the only one here is bi."

Thankfully Santana didn't have to hear anymore of his bullshit because he pulled into her driveway. She exited the car cussing him out and calling him every name in the book she could think of for having the nerve to bring up her ex. She told him furiously that she wasn't going to his family's stupid wedding anymore. Sebastian pleaded with her to think about it and give him another chance but she refused to listen to him and slammed the door behind her and turned off her phone.

Yeah he was being a dick, but was it really right to make Sebastian feel like shit for admitting he was bisexual? She scoffed at her own mind for betraying her, Sebastian was the bad guy in this story, he even looked like the part of cheesy eighties movie villain. She rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She wanted to keep telling herself everything was his fault, but now she realized she was part of the problem too.

He was right. I did guilt Britney about dating a guy when we first split up a few months ago. I let my insecurities and jealousy get to me and now I knew that wasn't right and she didn't deserve that.

Why was I so mad at him for calling me bi? Maybe because she hadn't questioned her sexuality since she was in high school when she began to notice Britney's cleavage the same way she had boys with abs before. Questioning her sexuality was scary when she identified as a lesbian for so long.

Santana finally got some sleep mid morning, thank God it was her day off when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Mother fucker." Santana groaned, "Go away!" She yelled covering her ears with a pillow. No use the doorbell still rang, and rang, and rang.

Giving up she stormed to her door opening it wide, "This better be-" When she noticed a bunch of roses in her face, not just a dozen roses either, a bunch of roses, seriously there had to atleast be fifty in there.

Sebastian took her moment of shock to step through the doorway, "Look, I'm sorry, I had no right to bring up Britney to you."

Santana crossed her arms over her chest, "What? I didn't hear you."

Sebastian groaned of course she couldn't make this simple on him forcing him to repeat those dreadful words again. "Sorry."

"I just wanted to hear you say it." Santana admitted smirking and grabbed the boutique from him. She brought them to her nose and smelled them, when was the last time someone gave her roses? Never. She looked around her apartment for a vase to put them in after she found one, filling it halfway up with water and placed it on the counter Sebastian risked speaking.

"So... you forgive me?" Sebastian asked his hands were in his pants pocket as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. She looked up from her flowers, red her favorite color, he actually seemed worried... definitely not the cocky bastard she was used to. Oh, she was going to savor this moment.

"Maybe?" Santana's voice was full of indescion secretly grinning on the inside as she watched him squirm.

"Damn it Santana, its a yes or no question."

She started saying yes but slowly turned it into a no. Sebastian scowled at her and she couldn't help the goofy smile that spread over her face at his little pout and that's when he sensed what she was doing to him, teasing him.

"You little," he began to say before lunging at her, Santana giggled and jumped away from him beffort he could grab her. Santana scrambled around the kitchen laughing as he chased her. She was running to the living room when he ma aged to catch her. He wrapped her in his arms hugging her tightly. His cashmere sweater felt so soft against her bare skin but underneath the material she could feel his body underneath hard flat planes and lean muscle. Its so different how hugs from Britney felt. Santana almost forgot what it felt like to be in a man's arms. His expensive cologne radiating off him, he was taller than her and she rested her head on his chest loving how she felt in his arms but then Santana pulled back realizing what she was doing.

"Sebastian?" Awkwardly he stepped away from her, like he too just remembered that they don't do things like hugs and laughter, they share insults and rude remarks.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said and walked out the door. After he left Santana hugged herself unconsciously missing the way she felt in his arms, when she remembered tomorrow was the day of their flight, damn it.