Sebastian drove her home from the Park as the day was coming to a close and the night was drawing in. He pulled up outside of her house, he turned and looked at her. His hand reached over to her face and he stroked her cheek softly with his thumb whilst looking softly into her eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked her. "I know that I keep asking you this all the time but now I really need to ask you."

"I'm okay," she nodded, "I feel a whole lot better that I got it off my chest."

"You know," he said to her softly, "You can tell me anything and I will never judge you. If you ever need somebody to talk to but you're afraid about what they're gonna say, just come to me. I mean, come to me first because I want to know everything, to make sure that you're okay, but if you just need somebody to talk to so that you can get it off your chest. You know that I'm always gonna be here for you."

"I know," she nodded again, "I know that I can trust you."

"You can," he told her, "You can trust me with everything."

"Can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Of course you can," he said to her, "You can ask me anything."

"Can you keep this between us?" She asked him, "I don't want anybody else to know about this, including my parents. I haven't even told them. I haven't told anybody before."

"I wouldn't tell anybody," he said to her reassuringly, "I would never tell anybody anything that you told me because that would be disrespectful, which I'm not, especially not to you."

"I wouldn't want people to know about me," she told him honestly, "Because I'm supposed to be this tough girl who doesn't let anything bother her and if they'd found out that I was vulnerable then..."

"They would think you were human?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow, "What's wrong with people thinking that you're actually human?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "I just like to be the tough girl who hadn't had anything bad happen to her because I could handle it."

"Babe," he said as he stroked her cheek softly once more, "You're human and if they can't handle that, then that's their problem. You're just like every other person out there, you're vulnerable and there's no problem with that. Okay?"

"Okay," she nodded with a smile, "Thank you for telling me that."

"I'm honest," he told her, he leaned towards her and kissed her on the forehead softly, she closed her eyes and sighed softly, he pulled away from her and smiled softly. "Are you okay with that?" He asked her.

She opened her eyes and nodded. "Yeah," she told him, "I'm really okay with that."

"Good," he smiled, "I'm glad about that."

"Sebastian," she said changing the subject, "Do you have to be anywhere right now?"

"No," he said shaking his head, "Why?"

"Well," she continued, "You see, my parents aren't gonna be home until midnight and I just don't want to be alone right now. Not after I told you that because I feel quite vulnerable right now."

"Babe," he said to her with a smile, "You don't have to explain anything to me. If you want me to stay with you then I'll stay with you. You don't have to have a reason."

"I know," she admitted, "But I just thought that I would be honest with you, like you'd just been then."

"Okay," he nodded, "I'll stay with you but I'll leave before your parents get home. I don't want to get into trouble before I've even met them."

"Yeah," she smiled, "I wouldn't want that either. And if my dad found that you were here without him giving you permission then he would kill you." He laughed. "No, I'm serious," she told him with a serious face, "He will actually kill you." He stopped laughing and swallowed hard looking at her with horror in his eyes. "But if you leave earlier," she continued, "You'll still be above ground and not six feet under."

"I'll make sure that I leave early then," he said quickly, "Because I value my life." She giggled and leaned towards him pecking him on the lips softly.

[Later]

They were both lying on her bed facing one another, he stroked her cheek softly and was looking deeply into her eyes.

"Thank you for listening to me," she said softly, "Other people would've made it into a joke."

"It's not a joking matter," he said frowning at her, "It's serious."

"I know," she told him, "But you know how cruel some people are."

"Yeah," he said shaking his head with anger, "But this is a serious matter. He hurt you and basically raped you so no, I'm not okay with people thinking it as a joke because rape isn't a joke, it's serious, so if you feel that people will make everything a joke, tell me, I'll be here for you."

"I know you would," she said with a small smile, "Thank you for being here for me."

"Babe," he said as he moved closer to her, "I'll always be here for you. You don't have to feel alone anymore."

"It's not that I felt alone," she admitted, "It was the fact that I felt like I had to keep it to myself for such a long time because I was afraid of what people would think of me."

"You don't have to be afraid anymore," he told her, "You have me now that you can tell me everything to and I won't judge you, okay?" He smiled at her. "Come here," he whispered and leaned towards her kissing her softly on her lips, he kept his hands above her shoulders because he didn't want her to think that he was taking advantage of her, she broke the kiss and looked at him.

"Sebastian," she whispered. "You don't have to be afraid of touching me."

"I just didn't want you to get upset again," he whispered back.

"Don't worry," she whispered again, "I give you permission." He smiled softly at her as he leaned back towards her and kissed her lips softly once again, he placed his hands softly on her back and stroked her skin softly with his fingertips. His other hand gently brushed her skin on her neck as stroked his hand along her skin.

The both lay on the bed asleep, he lay on his side with his arm placed over her side with his chest pressed up against her back. His face was close to the back of her head and his breathing brushed her hair every breath that he took. She lay on her side with her back pressed against his chest, her hand was placed on top of his hand with her fingers laced through his.

There was noise coming from outside that caused Santana's eyes to shoot open wide. She looked towards the window and noticed that it was light outside, it was morning. She reached over to her clock on her bedside table and checked the time. It was nine am. Her eyes widened more with shock. She slapped his hand with her free hand.

"Wake up," she whispered, "Wake up." Sebastian mumbled and his eyes started to flutter open slowly, he propped himself up onto his forearm and looked at her with sleepy eyes.

"What?" He mumbled.

"We fell asleep," she told him, "It's the morning. My parents are home. We're screwed." This caused his eyes to shoot open quickly. He released her hand and swivelled out of the bed quickly, he was frantic, he was scared, he was panicking. He leant down and grabbed his jacket that was placed on the ground. He stood up quickly and shrugged his jacket over his shoulders turning around to look at her.

"What are we gonna do?" He whispered frantically, "Your dad is gonna kill me."

"We still have a chance," she whispered back to him, "My mom and dad don't usually wake up until ten because of the late shift and they can't fall asleep when they come in, so we still have a chance of leaving the house without them finding out about us."

"One problem about that," he told her, "My car is parked right outside your house and it's not exactly a car that doesn't stand out, does it?"

"Oh crap!" She said placing her hand on her forehead, "I totally forgot about that." She looked out of the window and looked back at him. "We're just gonna rush out and I'll tell them that um, oh my god, I can't think of one, we're totally dead."

"You know what," he told her, "How about I leave now and we can be in less trouble, yeah?"

"That would be a good idea," she replied quickly, she rushed passed him towards the door, placing her hand on the doorknob, she turned the door slowly and popped her head around the door, the coast was clear, she opened the door more and took hold of his hand and quickly and quietly rushed out of her room and headed down the stairs. Santana finally got to the bottom of the stairs and was one step away from getting to the door when she heard a voice coming from the kitchen. It was her mother, she was awake.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Mrs Lopez said, "Going somewhere?"

"Yeah," she lied, "I was just gonna go out for some fresh air, maybe go for jog."

"In that outfit?" She asked her as took a sip of her cup of coffee.

"I just thought I would change it up a bit," she lied to her.

"Okay," she said to her, she placed her cup of coffee down on the kitchen breakfast bar counter. "Good morning, Sebastian."

They were caught. They both looked at one another with wide eyes. They had to come clean because obviously she knew about them, hopefully it would be better than if it was Mr Lopez because at least now he had more chance of keeping his life.