The Hamptons was the kind of beautiful most people only get to see on the covers of glossy magazines, screensavers and television sets. Spring time only made the area more breath taking, it was the perfect time of year to enjoy the small island, but the serene setting did nothing to ease Santana's tension.

Restlessly she tapped her freshly manicured nails against her legs, her naturally dark tan legs were a stark contrast against the baby pink of her nails filed into an soft oval shape. They were already late to the party because they spent practically all morning about arguing over what car Sebastian should rent. It wasn't her place to interject her opinion since Sebastian was the one paying it. But she couldn't help the eye roll that came when Sebastian choose a granny Cadillac instead of the sporty red BMW that was on the lot. When she imagined herself rolling through the Hamptons she always imagined it with the top down and her hair flying through the wind not a stuffy granpappy car.

"Something wrong, sweet heart?"

"Nothing, darling." Santana grunted, their morning of pretending to be a couple in front of the car salesman wasn't going great, and she wondered how anyone at the party would actually believe they were a couple. "It's your money why should I care if we are stuck with an ugly car?"

The salesman bristled from the insult but Santana just shrugged, most of his cars except the BMW were ugly, and they were the customers not him.

"What car would you like darling?" Sebastian asked.

"Nothing."

"Santana," She knew his patience was wearing thin from how he was actually using her real name now, "Either tell me the car you want right now, or so help me God I'm getting the Cadillac and you can walk beside it."

Santana bristled from the threat and the salesman looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. "It's not like if I show you it you'll just get it for me because you're so kind, so no I'm not going to tell you just for you to pick another car from spite."

"God damn it Santana-" Eventually Sebastian wore her down and she told him the model she wanted and to her surprise Sebastian listened to her request and they drove off the lot in the red convertible, top down.

"You know I'm surprised you didn't pick this car, it's much more your style." Why did she have to say that? That's like admitting they had the same taste, which they kind of did on certain things, but why admit it to his face?!

"I wasn't getting it for me, I wanted to impress my dad, he thinks I'm a play boy, and the convertible isn't doing much to change that image.

"Oh," Santana winced, "We can still go back and get the caddy, we aren't that late."

Sebastian shook his head, "No, it makes you happy, he'll get over it." Santana felt butterflies flying around her stomach, he wanted to make her happy, even at the expense of his father's opinion when he was trying as hard as he could to get this promotion. She wondered if he had realized what he said, but it looked like he hadn't from the cool way he slipped his sunglasses on.


When Sebastian pulled into the large gates, Santana could feel her heart pound against her chest, when he parked she hesitated to follow him out the door, but after a moment she reluctantly hopped out of the vehicle. It smelled like spring; sweet tea, fresh cut grass and flowers she could hear a gentle hum from guest of the party.

Sebastian was retrieving something from the hood of his car and Santana had her arms crossed tightly together as she peaked at the party from the side of the car.

It was beautifully decorated exuding a kind of elegant sophistication that only people from old money seem to possess. A large white tent shielded the bright mid day sun out, white chairs were decorated with fancy ribbons and huge spring flower boutiques adorned each table. Slender and attractive guest greeted each other in French and air kisses while white and black dressed servers glided around the intimate party with trays of finger food and beverages.

"You're not nervous are you?" Sebastian asked throwing her off guard when he came up from behind her making Santana gasp, when she saw him laugh at her frightened expression she growled and pushed his shoulder back away from her.

"Please!" Santana huffed indignantly like she was mad at the mere assumption that she could ever be intimated by anyone especially members of his family.

Sebastian looked at her skeptically not buying into her sudden show of bravo and God she hated the way he could see right through her. Okay, maybe she was- a little tiny bit- apprehensive but Santana sure as hell wasn't going to admit as much to him.

Santana side stepped Sebastian careful to avoid looking at his critical green eyes and double checked her appearance in the car window.

There was no reason for her to be nervous, Santana thought to herself as she applied some fresh lipstick to her lips, she looked just as good as any one of those snobs at that uptight party, in a Ted Baker floral dress with matching accessories, her hair loosely curled and her make up was on point. Besides, who cares if they didn't like her, its not like Sebastian is her boyfriend and she'll have to meet them ever again. Still she double checked her teeth to make sure there wasn't lipstick stuck on a tooth.

"Come on then," Sebastian impatiently grabbed her hand and dragged her by the hand across the parking lot.

Before Santana could even yell stop or give him a good slap, they were there. Her new high heels hitting the cement floor of the party.

Mr. Symthe had spotted them and flashed them a bright smile. He gave his son a firm handshake and greeted Santana warmly. "I want you to meet my wife!" He told her and looked around him until he spotted a pretty slender woman in her mid forties with short aurburn hair the same color as Sebastian's and hazel eyes. "Carol!" The woman searched for where her husband's voice came from until she saw them and waved.

"Hi sweety, this must be your beautiful girlfriend your father was telling me all about." Her voice was as sweet as honey and she greeted Santana with two kisses on each cheek like she's known her forever. "Its lovely to meet you, I'm Caroline." She said with none of the coldness or snobbery the French were so often stereotyped as and a little bit of Santana's anxiousness wore off with his parents treating her so friendly.

"Yes, she is beautiful, isn't she." Sebastian's voice was smug. Like a boyfriend who knew exactly how attractive his girlfriend was and loved showing her off. He took their interlocked hands, raised it to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on her palm. Caroline's squealed cooing about how adorable they looked. Barf.


Santana was walking to get some food or better yet some alcohol when she bumped into someone, hard. She groaned in pain and rubbed her sore leg hoping it wouldn't leave a bruise. How could someone else's limb be that hard? That's when she saw the cane, and the old lady behind it, she almost tripped someone's grandmother and knowing her luck it would probably turn out to be Sebastian's grandmother. Great way to make a first impression Santana making some old fart break her hip in front of everyone at the party. "I'm so sorry, here let me help you."

Instead of the old bat being grateful or saying politely that she didn't need any assistance since she was the one who had blocked Santana's way in the middle of the walk way, she turned her severe face and stared at her with critical eyes through her glasses, reminding Santana so much of her disapproving abuela that Santana winced silently.

"Grandmère." Purred Sebastian coming up from behind them French rolled off of his tongue easily as he grabbed her hand and she held on tight. Suddenly the old woman scowl became a warm smile at seeing her grandson.

"She only speaks French." Sebastian informed her later his hand now resting comfortably on her lower back, too comfortably, as he led her through the party.

"Thank God for that." Santana remarked relieved she wouldn't have to have any long conversations with the old woman. "You really owe me Sebastian." She finally spoted the drink she wanted earlier as waitress passed them by, Santana ignored the small half filled glasses opting to pick up the bottle of champagne and before Sebastian could say another word she rose it to her throat and began to drink it straight from the bottle.

Sebastian's eyes went wide in disgust and Santana reveled in his shocked saucer like eyes as she continued drinking straight from the bottle. If they were alone he would have grabbed it from her and called her a gross before throwing it in the trash but they weren't alone Santana thought giddy and there was nothing he could do to stop her from doing what she wanted unless he wanted to make a scene.

Sebastian glanced around him and with forced nonchalance he said, "Easy now." and wrenched the bottle away from her. Santana protested and Sebastian put his arm around her smiling only to hiss in her ear, "I'm not going to have everyone think my girlfriend is a drunk clown."

"You know what, I've had it." Shoving Sebastian away Santana snarled, "Do you have to be up my ass all the time, in cause you forgot Fivel, I'm not your girlfriend. And thank God for that I'm more attracted to Godzilla than I am to you." Santana was ready to ignore the hurt expression on his face and stalk off. This is what they died argue and Santana refused to apologize just because Sebastian had looked like a kicked puppy when she said those words with albeit more malice then she intended. But then they heard his name being called and they both looked behind them to see one of the most beautiful woman Santana has ever seen.

Poised, statuesque, and polished to perfection. The blond woman approached them with the same air kisses and hugs that Caroline did but totally lacking of any her warmth.

"Hello, I'm the bride and you must be my brother's girlfriend?" She asked looking over at Santana shrewdly, she sounded skeptical like she wanted Sebastian to correct her, but instead Sebastian draped his arm around her and smiled.

"Yes she is," He answered for her and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, Santana smiled genuinely as she watched Quinn's smile falter just a little. If she hadn't known better she would have thought Sebastian that was real pride and happiness in his voice when he called her his girlfriend, like she wasn't just a convienent option. "Santana this my sister, Quinn, the lucky bride."

"Pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine." Santana lied and forced her lips to crack a smile. She held back a wince as Quinn kissed her cheeks twice fighting back the urge to wipe her face clean of any lipstick when the blonde leaned back up.

"So where's your fiancé?" Sebastian asked glancing around the party, but Santana could sense the subtle jibe he had made, he was her with his girlfriend why wasn't Quinn's man with her, Santana had to bite her lip to keep from smirking.

Quinn smiled compeletly unfazed, "He's getting us a drink, he should be over any second."

A couple more moments passed Santana gathered that Sebastian and his sister didn't share a close sibling bond from the way he had never even mentioned Quinn before and their cold small talk with quiet hostile edge to it. She was relieved they weren't close, the less time she had to spend around this bitchy snob the better.

A tall man carrying two drinks came over, leaned down to give Quinn one of the glasses a kiss, he shook Sebastian's hand and then leered over at her. "New girlfriend?"

"Santana." She introduced herself unintimidated, not waiting for Sebastian to do so for her. "And you are?"

"Finn Hudson." Santana wondered if Quinn noticed the way Finn was staring at her breast disgustedly, Sebastian had and protectively wrapped his arm tighter around her.

"So what kind of school did you attend?" And with that the interrogation began.


Santana wondered why someone who wasn't even close with her brother would have so many questions for his girlfriend. She never felt so exposed before. She hadn't done much with her life except attend an average community college and then get an average paying job and Quinn's thorough inspection showed how uneventful and mediocre her life was. Sensing Santana's insecurity Sebastian answered questions in stride, while she wished she could bury herself ten feet under ground and Finn looked at his phone bored.

Santana had told herself many times before that she was a strong and independent woman who didn't need anyone to protect her. After all she had already gone twenty plus years without anyone's help. But Santana couldn't help but feel grateful for Sebastian in that moment. He could have acted like he usually did, a complete dick, and make her feel even more embarrassed and out of place but he didn't. Yet Santana still wondered how the hell did he knew so much about her to answer all these questions. She wouldn't put it past the douchebag to pay someone at work for her records... Creeper.

After what seemed like hours but was only minutes the food was brought out and Finn was the first one to get in line, Quinn trailed behind him, their hands clasped together as they greeted their new arrived guest with even more air kisses.


Sebastian put his hand on her lower back gentle but solid as he led her quickly to the vacant outskirts of the party while everyone was busy getting food.

"I'm sorry about that." His green eyes looked genuinely apologetic and a stark contrast to his sister's cold blue ones. Santana couldn't tell they were related at first with their different color eyes and hair, but up close she could see they both shared the high cheekbones and straight noses. "We can go now, I'll say you felt sick or something and I'll fix you a plate while you wait in the car for me. Or I can take you out to eat wherever you want."

She couldn't believe how nice he was being to her today, first the car now this, but she covered her surprise and gratitude well. "What kind of food are they having?" Santana asked she was tired and drained and really didn't feel like going out anymore. But she was hungry and didn't feel like grabbing some greasy fast food on the way back to the hotel either.

Sebastian rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious, "French food, duh. Now you want me to fix you a plate or not? There's probably some crepes, baguettes, cheeses, salmon, macrons, eclairs, mousse, creme brûlée, snails." He finished smirking.

Santana made a disgusted face and Sebastian laughed as he handed her the keys, "Wait in the car, I'll be back in a second."


A/N: Why is Quinn always the antagonist in my story?! I swear I don't hate her lol. She's just the one one in Glee I could see possibly being related to Sebastian and sharing his French background. Did you guys gets Daisy and Tom Buchanan feel from Finn and Quinn cause you should've.