A/N: I do not own Glee, its characters or place names, or the song included in this fic. Which is the most perfect song ever.
This is the end! I did say it would be short & sweet, but I like how it's gone :)
Let me know what you think!
Always, your RoseFleur x
Sebastian rested against the door, inhaling and exhaling as the cogs in his brain began to tick over and over. He had been so close to getting everything he wanted: triumph and the prize that came with it. Santana Lopez.
Even though at first he knew he'd hated her, that hate had spiralled into desire and now he just wanted the feel of her lips against his again. He wanted to touch her, hold her body against his and hear her moan his name once more, many times more. And he knew he could get it, somehow.
They were two sides of the same coin, and surely, surely if he wanted her this badly, she wanted him as well. After all, it had become more than just a game with the two of them. They pursued each other, delving further and further into the fiery pits of a seductive and heated hell and from each trip into the inferno, they gained something more: a kiss, a touch, a moan, a cry, a want, a desire.
Now, Sebastian was going to get so much more than that.
He pulled himself off the door and crossed to his long wardrobe. Pushing his shirts, blazers and jeans out the way, Sebastian eventually found what he was looking for. He took it out the wardrobe and smirked down at it, the plan developing as crossed to his bed.
Santana watched as Brittany pulled into the car park and hopped out to open the door before her girlfriend had the chance to even switch off the ignition.
"Thank you Santana," grinned Brittany, gazing up into her dark eyes happily.
"You're welcome," Santana returned the smile, dotting a light kiss onto Brittany's rosebud lips.
After her excursion into Dalton, Santana had been laying the affection on thickly when it came to Brittany. Maybe she felt guilty for spending so much time plotting over Sebastian and thinking over Sebastian and desiring over Sebastian? Or maybe the real problem was that she didn't feel guilty at all and half the time she wished she had his firm lips pressing heat to hers, rather than the sweet kisses her girlfriend gave her.
Now that she'd tasted the pleasure Sebastian could promise her, she didn't know if she could go back. There was so much energy between them - a spark that ignited with each touch and even after they'd parted, the electricity coursed through her veins as a warm reminder of how passionate they could be.
She and Brittany walked arm in arm into Breadstix, no longer shy of who they were, hiding their relationship under a napkin, but now Santana was painfully aware that her outward displays of affection didn't necessarily reflect her inside any more.
They slipped into their old booth, facing one another and Santana put her head on one side, smiling at Brittany's peacefulness as she looked around the restaurant, trying to drink in everything all in one sweep of the place.
Santana sipped at a Coke through a straw and ordered her classic dish with extra breadsticks, given that they were legally obliged to give her as much as she wanted. Brittany laughed watching Santana pile the breadsticks onto her plate and offering Britt half of them. She declined, except for one or two. Or three.
Eventually, they had giggled their way through a meal and it was beginning to feel like old times to Santana. They decided not to go home straight away and instead took advantage of the time they could still spend together. Santana ordered another Coke and stirred it with the straw before sipping at it again.
She glanced up and choked on her drink.
Strolling through the door, in a dark shirt, jeans and a grey cardigan – her Kryptonite – was none other than Sebastian and to top it all off, he was swinging a guitar at his side.
She dropped her eyes to the table, praying he wouldn't come over. Her heart was beating fast and she couldn't handle him being here and Brittany being here and her palms were sweaty and she finally realised that she might be attracted to Sebastian Smythe.
And it was all her own fault really. She'd started this.
He didn't come over, a stroke of luck, Santana thought.
Instead he greeted the maître d' with a handshake and made his way to the stage.
What?
He sat on a wooden stool and rested the guitar on his knee, drawing the microphone towards him. Sebastian coughed slightly into the mic and Brittany looked up at him.
"Don't we know him?" She asked Santana, leaning across the table, her eyes darting from Sebastian to Santana.
"Er maybe," muttered Santana, refusing to look up at Sebastian in case he made eye contact and she melted there and then on the spot.
"This is a Sebastian Smythe cover of a Tyler Ward cover of a Kenny Chesney song, which I love. It's called 'Somewhere With You' and it goes out, to you."
He didn't look at anyone but the strings of his guitar, but she knew, of course she knew it was for her.
"Who do you think he means?" hissed Brittany.
"I don't know," snapped Santana under her breath. Brittany recoiled and Santana felt awful.
She reached across the table and gripped Brittany's hand in hers smiling apologetically at her. She glanced at Sebastian meaningfully, but he was ignoring her, strumming the opening to his chosen song.
If you're going out with someone new
I'm going out with someone too
I won't feel sorry for me, I'll finish this drink
But I'd much rather be somewhere with you
Santana sucked in her breath. His voice was like syrup – yeah, she'd known he could sing but this was different, this was beautiful and painful and aching and romantic.
Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah
Driving around on a Saturday night
You made fun of me for singing my song
Got a hotel room just to turn you on
You said pick me up at three a.m.
You're fighting with your mom again
And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go somewhere with you
Somewhere with you
Sebastian looked up and met her eyes; he swallowed in the break but ploughed on with the song, emphasising each word and note with his soft tone.
I won't sit outside your house
And wait for the lights to go out
Call up an ex to rescue me, climb in their bed
When I'd much rather sleep somewhere with you
Like we did on the beach last summer
When the rain came down and we took cover
Down in your car, out by the pier
You laid me down, whispered in my ear
I hate my life, hold on to me
Ah, if you ever decide to leave
Then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go
He closed his eyes and moved into the next section, raising his voice, his strumming getting more aggravated and dynamic. His fingers danced along the strings, plucking them dexterously and Santana's heart beat desperately, hearing his voice resonating in her ear and wanting his hands on her in the same way.
I can go out every night of the week
Can go home with anybody I meet
But it's just a temporary high 'cause when I close my eyes
I'm somewhere with you, somewhere with you
If you see me out on the town
And it looks like I'm burning it down
You won't ask and I won't say
But in my heart I'm always somewhere with you
Sebastian opening his eyes and looked directly at Santana, his green eyes sparkling as his intense vivid gaze caught hers. She inhaled and swallowed, her eyes filling with tears and she bit her lip, putting her head on one side, looking equally painfully back at him.
Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah
Driving around on a Saturday night
You made fun of me for singing my song
Got a hotel room just to turn you on
You said pick me up at three a.m.
You're fighting with your mom again
And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go
I can go out every night of the week
Can go home with anybody I meet
But it's just a temporary high 'cause when I close my eyes
I'm somewhere with you, somewhere with you
There was no mistaking it now. This song was meant for her. The beauty, the pain, the ache, the romance. It was meant for her. She felt every word and every beat and every movement and moment and game had led to this.
Somewhere with you
I'm somewhere with you
I'm somewhere with you
Somewhere with you
Somewhere with you
He finished with a last strum of the guitar and Santana dropped Brittany's hand to applaud graciously. He inclined his head towards her and she smiled softly up at him.
He slid from the stool and walked off the stage, thanking the maître d' for the opportunity. Then he strolled out the door without a backwards glance at Santana.
"Britt, will you get the bill? I'll be right back, here." Santana laid enough cash on the table for both their meals and shimmied out the booth.
She lightly ran to the door and pushed it wide open and moved out into the car park, breathing freely in the night air. Then she heard his voice.
"Hey Nick, thanks for getting me in touch with that maître d' and for getting Blaine to find out their plans for this evening. I think it worked," said Sebastian with a smile in his tone. "Well, my plans usually do," Sebastian replied to whatever Nick was saying to him. "Alright, alright, I'll be back soon, say hi to Jeff."
Sebastian smirked to himself as he hung up and put his phone into his pocket. Before he had even had a chance to lift his head fully again, Santana was stalking over to him, pointing a finger aggressively in his direction.
"You!" She snarled, digging one of her talons into his chest – again.
"What?" asked Sebastian defensively, removing her nail from where it was embedded in his crisp dark shirt.
"There you were, actually fooling me into actually thinking you had feelings for me when actually it was just another part in your game," Santana huffed with a derisive tone.
"Did it work?" asked Sebastian, with what Santana thought was a hint of hope.
"Well, I- That's not the point!" Santana stammered furiously. "The point is, I was trying to have a wonderful night out with my girlfriend and you had to come along and ruin it. Don't you know when enough is enough?"
"No I don't Santana. That's our problem," admitted Sebastian taking a step towards her and making Santana draw back to take his position against the wall instead. "Neither of us knows when to draw the line. And your night with Brittany was already ruined before I'd even stepped through the door. Even she's not naïve enough to miss the way you were looking at me during that song."
"And what about the way you were looking at me?" argued Santana, swallowing, her throat feeling painfully dry.
"What about it?" murmured Sebastian throatily, pushing Santana up against the wall and giving her the same, deep, intense stare.
"That!" Santana pointed at him accusatively and pushed him off her, "You stop that!"
"Because you and I both know that you can't resist it, we can't resist it." Sebastian told her in a dark, heated tone. "There is something magnetic between us Santana, you know it, I know it and now, every goddamn person in Breadstix knows it."
He pushed her up roughly against the wall again and sank his mouth onto hers. He held her waist tightly against him and felt her heart threatening to beat right out of her chest. She lifted her hands into his hair and felt it between her fingertips: crisp at the top where he had moulded and manipulated it, but soft and delicate at the back of his head and towards the nape of his neck.
The guitar dropped to the ground with a clatter and Sebastian lifted Santana into his arms, her long tanned legs, reaching out from a short flared skirt, winding around his waist, each kiss becoming more heated and desperate.
"Santana!" Sebastian moaned, kissing the crook of her neck and burying his head in her skin.
"No," breathed Santana doggedly, "We can't. Brittany."
"It's over between you!" cried Sebastian wildly, dropping Santana to the ground. "Can't you see that?"
"It's not over!" argued Santana protectively.
"Yes, Santana, it is." A small voice came from the doorway and Santana turned to see Brittany waiting for her, watching her girlfriend with her arms wrapped around somebody else. "Everyone in there could see it. The way he looks at you, the way you look at him. We're nothing in comparison to that Santana."
She moved over to the Latina girl and as she untangled herself from Sebastian guiltily, Brittany took her hands in her own pale ones.
"You are still my very best friend and I still love you to bits. But we're not right any more, this" she indicated Sebastian, "This is."
"Brittany," Santana said heavily, "I'm so, so sorry,"
Brittany wrinkled her nose. "Me too," She gave Santana a half-smile, "Make sure you call me tomorrow, I want to hear all about the new man in your life…" She winked at Santana and pulled her into her arms for a tight cuddle. She kissed Santana in the crown of her dark locks and murmured, "Love you best friend,"
Santana wrapped her pinky around Brittany's and grinned, "You are too smart for me, Britt."
"I know," shrugged Brittany and she squeezed Santana's hand before walking into the night.
Santana turned back to Sebastian with a sigh.
He held his arms out to her and she enveloped herself in his body. Sighing into his chest, she looked up at him.
"It wasn't just part of a game, was it?" asked Santana, glancing into Sebastian's vivid green eyes.
"No," he replied softly, "But we both know that. The game ended the moment we first kissed in my room at Dalton. The game was about temptation and we both fell to it. And without realising it, we fell for each other."
"I guess so," murmured Santana, exhaling deeply.
"What a scandal," smirked Sebastian drily, pulling back and eying Santana daringly.
"That was a good night," Santana grinned, biting her lip and raising her eyebrows at Sebastian challengingly.
"Fancy a drink?" asked Sebastian, taking Santana's hand in his and leading her to his car.
"I'm a Martini," replied Santana teasingly.
"I'll put it on my tab," Sebastian laughed and opened the passenger door for Santana.
"Or," mused Santana, sliding into the sleek convertible car, "we could just skip the drink and go back to yours and finish what we started?"
"Now that," said Sebastian, kissing Santana happily on the cheek, "Sounds like a plan far more worthy of our level of expertise."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Thanks all for reading, for commenting and for loving Sebtana!
The song used was 'Somewhere with You' (the Tyler Ward version) and I actually used the song as the title to another one of my fics - not a Sebtana one, Puckleberry, so if you like them check it out on my page :D
Thanks again, p&l xxxx