Don't know what's happening to me

Main-characters: Santana Lopez, Sebastian Smythe
Pairings: Sebtana
Fandom: Glee
Author: Sebtana
Rated: T
Category: Romance
Summary: Unrelated one-shots about Sebastian Smythe and Santana Lopez. We've all got the hots for Sebtana! #4: Santana needs comfort... Prompts open!
Important: Don't claim Glee and the characters!

I've decided not to change the rating up to M. I'll soon start writing a story starring Sebtana rated M (and also starring Klaine and Bartie), so the people who want Sebtana-smut can wait for that story. The title will be: Six is better than two. :)

The next chapter will NOT be a prompt. It'll be an idea I've made up myself. But no worries, I'll work out all your prompts! :) So keep prompting! I know you can do it!

So, now we're going on with the story. This is another prompt and it's an emotional one, I can tell you, with Sebastian as the comforter. :) Hihi, Sebtana fluff!

Nostalgia's My Best Friend: One where Santana needs comfort from Sebastian over something another student said to her. Something about her family or her Spanish heritage (you saw how worked up she got over MR. Shue's performance in "The spanish teacher". Could be an interesting plot). And could be be established relationship?

Enjoy!

Cry, baby, cry

"Please? Can I come over, please? It feels like I have nobody left… Brittany and I've broken up, Kurt and Blaine are mad at me for screwing Britt over and the rest of the Glee club is the same as them. I just really need someone to speak to, even if it's just you." Santana's voice sounded hurt and squeaky, like she had cried.

Sebastian sighed and closed his book, not really concentrating on his homework anyway. When an anonymous number had called him, curiosity had taken over and he had answered the phone. He was surprised, though, when it was Santana, the girl who had so angrily sung 'Smooth Criminal' with him. And now she needed his help? But what could he really do? But at the other hand, he had feelings, somewhere buried deep inside. He sighed and scratched the back of his neck.

"Okay… You can come over, but remember I can't have any guests in my dorm after dinner, so you'll have to leave then," Sebastian gave in, throwing his books on his bed and scanning around the room if there was anything dirty or misplaced in his room. He'd never had a girl over before.

"Since when do you care about the rules, Sebastian?"

He could practically hear Santana's smirk through the phone and he laughed. He couldn't disagree with Santana. He didn't care about the rules at all and that wouldn't suddenly change. "Well, okay, you have a point there, but still you have to be extremely careful, otherwise I'll get detention."

"Since when do you care about detention?" Santana snickered, humming a song, while Sebastian heard Santana moving around and putting things in a bag.

"Don't try to act you know me well, Santana. Just get your ** over here, so we can talk. Just call me when you're in the parking lot of Dalton, I'll pick you up and get you inside. Dalton can be kind of a maze." Sebastian clenched his teeth together after he had said this, because he was just annoyed about the fact Santana knew him better than he wanted her to know him.

"Okay, see you soon." And before Sebastian could say anything back, Santana had already hung up the phone, leaving Sebastian extremely confused and surprised.

xXx

It was five o'clock in the afternoon and an hour and a half later, when Santana pulled in the parking lot of Dalton Academy. She looked up amazed, because she had never taken the time to properly see Dalton before, and she could say she was impressed of the building. Those guys who were attending this school had to have real rich parents.

She grabbed her mobile phone and called Sebastian, to let him know she was there. Hopefully he wouldn't bail on her now. She really needed someone to talk to about the way the other students of McKinley High were treating her. Ever since she had come out, people started to make rumors about her and her family. Her father was addicted to drugs, her mother was depressed and close to committing suicide.

That rumor had been made up today and had really upset her. Of course it had. It wasn't fun to hear people saying her mother should commit suicide so they could see her cry. That hurt. That hurt really bad.

Finally Sebastian picked up the phone with a sleepy: "Yes?"

Santana grinned, because she just knew she had woken him up. "I'm in front of the school, Sebastian. So if you could pick me up, that would be lovely. And did you sleep well?" she added, laughing and then hung up the phone, waiting for Sebastian to come outside.

When Sebastian finally came out, Santana couldn't help to laugh, leaning against her car and checking out Sebastian.

"Your hair looks cute like that, the just-out-of the bed look." She winked and avoided Sebastian's mad look, walking up to him.

"Shut up, Santana. I fell asleep, so what? Warbler practices are wearing me out, that's all."

"Right… Come on, let's go inside. Thank you for having me, Sebastian. Thank you."

xXx

"I'm sorry to bother you, really… But I really needed to talk to someone about… this." Santana tried to swallow her tears, but they were still falling. Quickly she wiped them away, but Sebastian caught her hand.

"Hey… I may look like someone who has no feelings, but I just can't leave someone behind who is having problems…" Sebastian stroked his thumb over the palm of Santana's hand, smiling sadly. "I've become this way so no one can really hurt me. In the past they hurt me a lot. It's easier to not believe in anything, so you won't be disappointed…"

"You have a point there," Santana whispered, tears now rolling over her cheeks and now she knew about Sebastian caring about her, she didn't wipe them away. "Ever since people found out about me being gay… They're start making rumours about my family. Apparently, today my mother wants to commit suicide, because she has a lesbian daughter." Santana blinked and another few tears were making their way to her neck, rolling under the top of her shirt, but Santana wasn't bothered.

"Listen, Santana. That's a really nasty rumor, but you have to stay strong. If you show those kids that you're getting upset about these obvious made-up rumors, they think they've won and they're going to keep going on and on… Trust me, ignoring is the best medicine. It's hard, I know… I had to learn it at my previous school too. Do you think that I've always been this way? Of course not… I've build who I am now over the years. It's made me stronger, but it was also a really long, hard road to travel on." Sebastian kept his hand rested on Santana's, hoping to comfort her, even if it was in the slightest way.

"Really?" Santana sniffled. "Normally I always have something bitchy to say back and then they get the hell out of my way, but today I just couldn't come up with anything and they kept watching me, laughing. It just freaking hurts." She looked up into Sebastian's eyes and all she saw was understanding. She leaned in closer and leaned her head on his shoulder. It was extremely comfortable and she nuzzled further into his warm shoulder.

Sebastian lifted his hand and started stroking through her hair. "I know it hurts, Santana… I know."

Santana closed her eyes and felt more tears leaving her eyes, but she wasn't ashamed anymore to cry around Sebastian. She felt comfortable around him, like she knew him for years already.

"I have to tell you something, Santana," Sebastian whispered after a minute of just sitting like that, and Santana looked up, curiosity clearly readable in her eyes. "I… think I might… actually like you." Sebastian blushed and Santana's lips grew into a smile, her eyes sparkling, because Sebastian was
admitting something that she felt too, but never dared to admit to herself. But now she would be ready to admit it, to Sebastian and herself too.

"I like you too, Sebastian, and it's odd really. I just admitted to myself I'm gay and now I'm starting to fall in love with you. It's just, I feel really safe around you." Santana stretched her neck to plant a soft kiss on his lips and she shivered when she felt Sebastian's tongue trace her lower lip.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, too," Sebastian confessed and he wrapped his arms around Santana, pulling her up to his chest and closed his eyes, leaning his head on her head, sighing happily. "Yeah, definitely."

What if the storm ends and I don't see you, as you are now, ever again? The perfect halo of gold hair and lighting sets you off against the planet's last dance. Just for a minute the silver-forked sky lits you up like a star, that I will follow. And now its found us, like I have found you, I don't wanna run, just overwhelm me.