Chapter 10: Why is a raven like a writing-desk?

Hello and welcome back to the 10th chapter of this story. :) I'm sorry for the long wait but I had a few test in school so I didn't have the time to write. Sorry.

But I hope I can make up with this chapter.

Please don't forget the review. A review is better than chocolate. ;)

Santana felt completely confused after Sebastian had left over an hour ago. She felt confused because she didn't know why she was in a hospital. And because she didn't know what had happened. Also she felt angry because Sebastian had kissed and then left her. After all they weren't together, were they?

Definitely not! So why should he kiss her? Santana wasn't even sure if this all was a dream or not. Maybe she was lying in this hospital bed, sleeping because the doctors had given her pain killers or something like that.

But therefore it felt too real. Hell she could still feel his lips on hers! This wasn't a dream. This was reality and Sebastian Smythe kissed her.

She really wanted to hate him. But she couldn't find the hate inside of her. She just found the love she was feeling for him. Maybe he just kissed her because he felt happy that she woke up. Who knew? It could have been anything to make him react like that.

But... Wait. He wanted to talk to her before she blacked out, didn't he? He ran after her. What if he wanted to tell her that he still loved her? What if he really liked Santana? What if... No, Santana couldn't think like that.

Sebastian didn't love her! He couldn't! By god! He was gay. Surely Santana was just somebody to spend time with when he was bored.

So told Santana herself the whole rest of the day. Because one: she was bored. And two: nobody came to visit her. Not even her parents. And no doctor either. Hell, not even a nurse came by to check on her.

"What kind of hospital is this? Where nobody comes and cares?" Santana asked herself in a whisper. She looked out of the window to see that the sun was going down slowly.

Maybe Sebastian would come back tomorrow morning to bring the Latina some food or a magazine. Something. Anything.

Even though Santana tried to she couldn't sleep. She wasn't tired. She even tried counting sheep. Not helping either. So she just stared out the window to see the stars and the moon. Eventually she found herself humming some tune she had heard while growing up. She didn't remember the lyrics to the song she was humming but she remembered her mother always singing it to her when she had trouble sleeping.

After another hour of not sleeping Santana got bored of the stars outside her window and looked around the room. Next to her on the bedside table there was a book. She picked it up and turned the lamp which was standing on the table on. It was Alice in Wonderland. Santana had read it often when she was younger. She loved the book. So she opened it on one side and began reading.

"Have some wine," the March Hare said in an encouraging tone. Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. "I don't see any wine," she remarked. "There isn't any," said the March Hare. "Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it," said Alice angrily. "It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited," said the March Hare. "I didn't know it was YOUR table," said Alice; "it's laid for a great many more than three." "Your hair wants cutting,'"said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech. "You should learn not to make personal remarks," Alice said with some severity; "it's very rude." The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?"

"It's not." mumbled Santana to herself. She smiled and tried to read more but she suddenly felt too tired to go on. She closed the book slowly, put it back on the bedside table and laid back. She was about to sleep when it hit her.

Why did Sebastian love her even though he was gay? Because he wasn't that gay.

And exactly this was the reason he kicked her out of his house. He struggled with this little thing. He fell in love with Santana Lopez and struggled with it.

Santana grinned happily and sank on the pillow slowly. This night she slept peacefully with a smile on her lips.

I'm sorry if it sucked.