"For the love of all that is holy get back in that fitting room you are not buying that dress." Santana stood there glaring at Sebastian.

"I'm buying this dress." Sebastian cocked his head back.

"Excuse me Jennifer Lopez say what now." crossing his arms as the two sale associates watch them.

"This dress is going with me whether it be today or tomorrow." looking at herself in the mirror beside I look good in it."

"Santana I swear if you think you are going to wear that anywhere in Ohio or any other state in America and outside the U.S you got another thing coming." Santana quickly turns to look at her boyfriend.

"You are not in charge of me nor my body and I am a woman a latina woman who can wear whatever the hell she wants to." standing in front of his face to face both fuming.

"Santana you wear that slutty shit anywhere and I find out you will not like me. Put that shit back on the fucking hanger and look for another dress or so help me you will not like me when I am angry and you are pushing my patience." his voice deep and sinister and even Santana shivered inside.

For some sick way, Santana loves getting him this way on purpose. He doesn't know it yet but she likes being kept on her toes, the thrill of watching him become assertive is a turn. She wasn't going to lose to him she wanted to see how far she could go. How far she could push him. Smiling she turns to face the sale associates. "I want this in black." walking away in confidence back into the fitting room.

Two weeks passed and Santana was smiling in the bathroom mirror. She was wearing the dress at her high school yearbook signing banquet. Filled with confidence she rocked her mini black back revealing dress. She looked like the Spanish version of Roger rabbits wife. She took so many pictures of her girls, selfies by herself and a lot more with other students in her class. Tonight was amazing and no one was going to ruin it for her. The party was finally over and Quin and Brittany were taking her home. "Sebastian is outside." Santana looked out the window to see him sitting in his car.

"Well, ladies I guess imma have some fun tonight." thanking for the ride she struts herself to his car knocking on his window. She sees him turns and look at her unlocking the car door for her to get in. Getting inside the car she smiled "hey baby I didn't know you were coming t pick me up." pulling him to a kiss he pulled away as she realized he didn't look happy, "baby whats wrong?" he scuffed in his sarcastic way.

"Whats wrong? Realy, Santana, do I look stupid to you?" his voice was cold and stern.

"What is your problem?"

"What did I tell you about that dress." she rolled her eyes.

"It's just a dress. I have every right to wear whatever I want. It's a yearbook signing party. Nothing happened I just danced with my girls signed a few yearbooks and took lots of pictures."

"IN THAT FUCKING DRESS." Santana pulled back a little. He never yelled at her like that. "YOU LOOKED LIKE A SLUT TONIGHT. I TOLD YOU NOT WEAR THAT FUCKING DRESS FUCK IT I TOLD YOU NOT TO BUY THAT FUCKING DRESS BUT YOU STILL DID. YOU LIKE A GIRL SHOUTING EASY ACCESS. ON TOP OF THAT YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME ABOUT WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO WEAR AND THEN TO SEE ON INSTAGRAM AND SNAP CHAT AND ALL THE FUCKING COMMENTS. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE? A FUCKING HORE? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO BE?" tears welled up in her eyes. "FUCKING VIDEOS OF YOU TWERKING AND GUYS BEING BEHIND YOU LIKE THEIR FUCKING YOU FROM THE BACK ARE YOU KIDDING ME. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" holding his phone in front of her face as the video plays.

"Seb I didn't mean..."

"bullshit." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "keep lying to me."

"I'm not lying. Seb I swear. I was just having fun it was harmless. Brittany was behind me and then I noticed she wasn't and I stopped and just went back dancing with my girls. Babe, I swear." trying to get him to look at her she took his hand in hers tugging him to lean close to her. "Seb." watching him take a deep breath he turned to and moved what she thought was close to her but instead heard the car door open as he pulled his hand out of hers.

"get out." she looked at him in shock.

"Seb..."

"I said get out."

"Babe..."

"Don't let me say it again. Now get the fuck out of my car." more tears fell.

"Let's talk about this..."

"I don't want to talk about this. I told you the day we were in the mall and you refused to listen. Get out."

"are you breaking up with me?" her voice cracked as he closed his eyes and got out the car himself walking to the other side, "seb." grabbing her by the hand he pulled her out the car slamming his door hard. "SEB." her voice cracked as he walked back to the driver's side as she went back to the door she noticed that it's locked. Running to his side before he closed the door she pushed his hand away using her body to block quickly grabbing his keys out his hand. "do you dare treat me like this."

"Santana give me my keys."

"no."

"Santana. I am not in the mood give me my fucking keys." his voice cold like ice.

"Tell me you love me."

"Santana."

"I'm sorry. okay. I am so sorry but please tell me you still love me. Tell me you are not breaking up with me please Seb please."

"Santana give me the fucking keys."

"no."

"GIVE ME THE FUCKING KEYS." jumping a step back she handed him back his keys and watched him get back in the car slamming it shut and driving off. Santana watched him drive off and entered silently in her house and laid in her bed crying.