Chapter number three, and the last chapter before the exciting epilogue. This is the way to go, write the whole story first then post it, less stress. Same as before, if you notice any weird spelling, or weird words TELL ME. I want to fix it.
Thank you for all your lovely reviews. -Charlie
Were moving fast enough to function
Fast enough to function
Baby it's me
Cause I seem to think in twos and threes
So find your open door
In through the skin-tight sound
And keep that love underground
-Love Underground, Robbers on High Street
Artie, Santana, Kurt, Blaine, and you sit at the Lima Bean on Monday, casually relaxing and discussing Michael Jackson song ideas. Thank heavens Blaine and Kurt made it out of the party alright (they snuck out of the garage), and they aren't even mad at you and Santana for leaving them.
All day you've been sort of out of it, you've had so much on your mind the past day in a half, you don't really have much room for reasonable thinking or coherent sentences.
It's just you keep thinking about him, and you don't know what to do, which is a first for you, because you always know what to do. You not only always know what to do, but you usually have three charts to accompany you.
But now everything is so chaotic in your head, and it frightens you, because you are a very organized person, and you don't do well with chaos.
And when you have to deal with chaos, you are not yourself, and everyone notices, Blaine, Kurt, Santana, Noah, even Finn managed to notice, and everyone knows he notices nothing. Bless his oblivious heart.
So now you're at the Lima Bean, quietly sipping your cappachino, half listening to the conversation, half sorting through your thoughts. You try and throw in a couple of Rachel Berry comments, to make you sound more like yourself, but even those sound half-hearted. You think about giving the guys some random excuse and leaving until you catch sight of a blue blazer and wavy bronze hair. He's coming closer.
You stare back at your cup and practically black out in nervousness. You become unaware of your surroundings and all you know is that he and Santana manage to get into a bit of a fight.
You don't realize that the fight is about you until you hear your name being used.
"Rachel doesn't have to talk to anyone she doesn't want to talk to. I don't know what you did to her, but she obviously doesn't want to talk to you…"
"No, I do." You say quickly, you really do need to talk to Sebastian." You take a deep breath and stand up, "We need to talk in private. Come on."
You've been playing Spin the Bottle for thirty minutes, and you've steadily gotten drunker and drunker. You've all loosened up a bit and everyone is really touchy and friendly now. Santana's head is resting on your lap, and your legs are propped on some boy named Chris' thighs. Sebastian is across from you and he has two blonde girls all over him, and it makes you a tiny bit jealous. It's your turn again (last time you kissed Nick), but before you even get your hand on the bottle, this random chick is standing up and saying that the rules are changing and that whoever the bottle lands on, will have to go into the closest and participate in 7 minutes in heaven.
You spin the bottle and it keeps spinning, skipping people numerous times before it finally comes to rest in front of him, Sebastian. Oh no.
"What we did, I just, to be honest, I can't stop thinking about it, I can't stop thinking about you." Sebastian runs his hand through his hair and he looks so frustrated. It's cold and you can see your breath when you take deep breaths. Just keep breathing. Having a confrontation outside of the Lima Bean may not have been the best decision.
"You barely know me Sebastian. How could you be thinking about me if you don't even really know who I am?" You say quietly, because you don't want to admit that you've been thinking about him non-stop too.
He looks back at you and he grabs your hands, and looks at you straight in the eyes. "But I want to get to know you. I want to know everything about you." He's so sweet and charming and you want nothing more than to agree and tell him you want to get to know him too. But you have to remember Finn.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that. But I have a boyfriend Sebastian, and he loves me and I love him." You do love Finn, so you wonder why it sounds so fake when you say it.
You and Sebastian look at each other across the room. He raises his eyebrow and you shrug and get up heading towards the closet, Sebastian trailing behind you.
You close the door and you both stare at each other in the dark.
"I'm not going to lie, I'm really you landed on me, because I've wanted to kiss you all nig ht." He breathes in your ear. You stare at him for a second and then he leans down and kisses you, tentatively at first, then growing more confident as the seconds passed.
You respond to his lips and soon you both move with each other in-sync. He grips your waist and you wrap your hands around his chest and then his hands are moving up and down the curves of your body, touching every part of your body he can get to.
Your kiss grows deeper and deeper until his tongue slips into your mouth and your both battling for dominance and he eventually wins out.
By the time your seven minutes are up, your both half naked, with swollen lips and very flushed cheeks. Jeff opened the door to expose you both, but you were Everyone stares at you both in awe and disbelief and you both look at each other before you run out of the room, not in embarrassment, but in confusion, because you cannot do this.
You cannot keep making the same mistake.
"Well you didn't seem to remember Finn Saturday night!"
"I was drunk!" You protest.
"You weren't even that drunk. You knew what you were doing; you wanted to kiss me just as much as I wanted to kiss you." He's right, he is so right.
"You're wrong, you don't even know."
"I think I can remember what you said to me." He lets go of your hands and walks a couple of feet away before turning back to you.
You run to the nearest bedroom, slam the door and sink onto the bed. Not two minutes later you hear and knock and then Sebastian walks in. He has your discarded clothes and he still has his shirt off. He sits on the bed next to you and hands you your shirt and shoes. You both sit in silence and he takes your hand.
"Are you okay?" You snort at his question.
"No and Yes." He quirks his eyebrow. "No being I'm so confused because this feels right, being here with you, even if I do have a boyfriend. And yes because as a I said before, this feels right, kissing you, talking to you. But we hardly know each other."
"We could get to know each other, right now." He smiles. "But I much rather kiss now and talk later."
You look at him again, and he's so close again and his breath smells like mint and then the animal takes over again and you're kissing him again, except now you're on a bed, and now there's the possibility that more could happen.
Minutes pass and things are slowly heating up, and you know you're probably going to sleep with Sebastian. Your head is telling you to stop, that this is wrong; telling you that you're a slut and a whore, but your heart is telling you that this is exactly what you want.
You're heart wins out. But then the music stops, and suddenly you and Sebastian are sitting up. You hear voices, gruff manly voices, and you know exactly what's going on.
The police are here, and they're going to start arresting people for underage drinking.
"Shit." Sebastian says and he throws your clothes at you and you both start dressing hurriedly. You hear voices coming up the stairs, and Sebastian tells you that you both need to make the bed and make it look like no one was here.
You hear the voices getting near and Sebastian cracks the door open, and waves for you to come closer. The police have gone into the wrong part of the house where no one you know is.
"Okay when I say go, you run down stairs and out of the back door."
"What about Santana, Kurt and Blaine?"
"I'll go and get Santana, but I can't do much about Blaine and Kurt. Okay go."
You both sprint out of the room, in different directions, and soon your downstairs trying to not only weed your way through the crowds of frantic kids but also trying to look for Kurt, Blaine, and Santana.
You look back and forth till your eyes fall onto Sebastian holding onto a very drunk Santana. He runs to you dragging Santana by her arm.
"You have to go now." He says urgently, his voice almost fully drowned out by the intense level of noise surrounding you both.
"What about you?" You ask.
"I'll be fine." He places his arms on your shoulders and kisses your forehead.
"What we did, I…I don't think… It didn't mean anything..."
Sebastian looks down. "I know, we can talk about it later. But you need to go."
You nod and you hope he really does understand.
"What we did was a mistake." Sebastian is about to protest again, but you hold up a finger. "It was a mistake, but I don't feel regretful about it. I don't regret anything we did. But you need to know that we can't ever talk about that night again. We have to forget about it. That was a one-time thing. If people were to find out about what we did, both of our reputations would be ruined. It's better to go on with our lives and act like this never happened.
"But I don't want to." Sebastian says quietly.
"Me either. But it's best for the both of us if I just went back to being in love with Finn, and you went back to chasing after Blaine. That way no one gets hurt. No one hates us. And no one will find out."
Except for the both of us.
Sebastian chews his lip and he closes his eyes for just a second before turning back to you. "Okay." He says unwillingly.
"Okay." You confirm. "We never speak of this, never speak of us, again."
"Agreed."
You touch his bicep and he flinches a bit and you feel so bad because you've hurt this boy so much and it kills you because if you're going to be completely honest with yourself, you feel more connected to this boy you've just met than you ever did to Finn.
But the best thing about being you, Rachel Berry, is that you are an exceptional actress, and can pull off telling yourself that you never felt anything for Sebastian.
Because being an exceptional actress, means being an exceptional liar.
