The New Directions worked hard after school and late, very late. The clock had struck seven and Santana was starving, she hadn't had a bite to eat since lunch and her stomach was growling, the rest of the New Directions ordered in a pizza to eat whilst coming up with songs that they could use for the Regional's, but Santana didn't want any of it, she didn't want to admit to the rest of them that she enjoyed pizza because she always told them that she was a health freak and only ate the food that her grandma had made for her specially.
She walked through the door of her house not expecting her parents to be home, and she was right, she was alone in the house. She switched on the light and threw her keys into the key bowl beside the door. She kicked the door behind her and walked into the kitchen, she opened the fridge to find no food in there.
"Great," she sighed, "Just great. They eat all of the food in the house and leave me nothing. Thanks." She slams the door of the fridge shut and turns her back to it, leaning her back against it. Her stomach growled, she was so hungry but didn't have enough money to order in take out, she closed her eyes and tried to forget about her hunger when the doorbell rang and her eyes shot back open. She wasn't expecting any guests, she had already texted Sebastian informing him that she couldn't come around to his place as it was getting late. She slowly walked towards the door, she glanced to the side and grabbed a baseball bat that lay beside the stairs cloak cupboard. Still walking slowly to the door, she grabbed the handle, taking a deep breath she finally open the door holding the bat up against her shoulder. She yells and swings bat towards him.
"Whoa," he yelled, grabbing the bat before it hit him. "What the hell, Santana? I thought we were over this?"
"I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "I'm so sorry." She turned around and threw the bat down on the ground. "I wasn't expecting anybody and I know this neighbourhood, it's not a nice place, you have to keep yourself prepared."
"It's okay," he said with a calm tone in his voice, he stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her in his arms. "Hey, it's okay, you don't have to apologised. I should've warned you in advance. I'm sorry." She placed her hands on top of his arms and sighs softly. She broke free of his arms and turned around to look at him.
"What are you doing here?" She asks him politely. "I told you that it was late."
"I know you did," he said closing the door behind him, "You said that it was too late to come around to my place so I thought that I would come and see you here."
"How did you know my parents weren't gonna be in?" She questioned him.
"I didn't," he shrugged. "I just took a chance. Would your parents be okay with me being here?" He said awkwardly, "Or would they be, you know, pissed off because of who I am?"
"They have no idea who you are," she told him bluntly.
"You mean," he replied with an upset tone in his voice, "You haven't told them about us yet? You haven't told them that you have a boyfriend?"
"No," she sighed as she turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
"Why?" He asked as he followed her into the kitchen. "Am I an embarrassment or something?"
"It's not you," she replied followed by a sigh as she turned around and faced him. "It's not even me, it's the New Directions."
"What does this have anything to do with the New Directions?" He asked confusedly.
"Because," she paused, "Because if my parents find out that I'm dating somebody from Dalton Academy it'll somehow slip out and then they'll mention it to the New Directions and then we're screwed. Not just me, but we."
"So," he shrugged, "Just don't tell them that I'm from Dalton Academy. Tell them that I go to McKinley."
"Yeah, that's a good plan," she uttered sarcastically, "And as soon as they see my friends they'll ask them, so, where's Sebastian? The New Directions will know that I'm dating you or I'm hanging around with you because there is no Sebastian at McKinley. No offence, but it's a stupid rich name."
"Gee, thanks," he said sarcastically.
"I did say no offence," she stated.
"I heard you," he replied, "But by saying 'no offence', doesn't mean that people aren't gonna take offence by it."
"I'm sorry, Sebastian," she said emotionally. "I'm sorry that that offends you but all of this is just too much for me. Okay, at first I didn't mind the thought of being caught but the more time I'm with you, the more times I think about you, the more I don't want to lose you."
"And you're not gonna lose me, babe," he told her with a soft tone in his voice. "You're never gonna lose me, not ever." He stepped towards her and placed his hand softly on her cheek and stroked her skin softly.
"But if they find out-"
"-They're not gonna find out," he interrupted. "I won't let them find out. Okay, so we can't tell our parents that we're dating one another. So, we have to keep this between just the two of us. If it means that I'm with you and I never have to lose you, then so be it. Because I like you, Santana, I really do. For the first time in my life I actually have feelings for somebody that I don't wanna ever let go of."
Tears streamed down her face as she smiled up at him. She was in ore of him and his words.
"You're the first girl that I've ever cared about," he continued, "You're the first that I don't want to not think about because all I wanna do is think about you. I'm constantly thinking about you and usually that would annoy me but when it's you, I can't help but smile and want to think about you more."
"Do you really mean all of that?" She asked him with emotion in her voice.
"I do," he nodded as he looked deeply into her eyes. "I meant every single thing of it. I care about you, Santana, I really care about you."
"Would you do me a favour?" She asked him as a whisper.
"Of course," he replied with the same tone of voice.
"Will you stay with me until my parents get back?" She asked him again. "I usually don't have a choice about being on my own here, but now that I have you, I'll feel whole lot safer."
"Santana Lopez, scared?" He said humorously, "Now that's a first, but there's always a first time for everything."
"Sebastian," she said with her eyebrow arched up, she was serious.
"Okay," he said with a smile across his face, "Okay, I'll stay with you but on one condition."
"And what's that?" She asked him curiously.
"I order in take out for you," he said as he heard her stomach growl, "Because you're obviously hungry and you're in need of some good food."
"Fine," she replied, "But none of that rich crap. I don't like that kind of crap."
He laughed. "It doesn't have to be the rich crap. You can have anything you want, just let me be a good boyfriend and buy you dinner."
"Okay," she said with a smile. "I'm okay with that."
"With me buying dinner or calling me your boyfriend?" He questioned. She leaned up to him and pecked his lips softly.
"Both," she said with a smile still across her face. He took her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
They both sat on the sofa in her living room finishing off the final piece of the pizza. She threw the crust into the pizza box. He smiled at her and as she leaned back she looked at him, she smiled also but with a confused smile.
"What?" She asked him.
"Nothing," he replied with a smile across his face. "It's just, you know what, never mind."
"No, come on," she said as she moved towards him. "You can tell me."
"I just," he continued followed with an embarrassed short laugh, "You're gonna think that this is dorky."
"No, I'm not," she told him, "Come on, tell me what you were gonna say."
"Okay," he continued again. "I noticed that you don't finish off your pizza, you always leave the crust behind."
"It's not unusual," she said defensively, "Other people do it too, you know."
"I know," he replied back to her. "I'm not saying it as an insult, I'm just making an observation," he paused and smiled, "And because you always made out that you were so individual and that there wasn't anybody like you, but seeing you do that, it just makes me realise that you're just like everybody else."
"Oh, gee, thanks," she said as if she was insulted by it.
"I didn't mean to insult you," he said apologetically, "I meant it as a good thing because people make you out to be this one of kind horrible person when you're clearly not, if I'm the only one who can see that then I guess it's okay, because at least now I know the real you and I'm honoured to be the only one who does."
"You really don't think before you speak, do you?" She said with a smile. He shook his head and laughed.
"No, I don't," he continued, "I'm sorry about that, I guess it's just my flaw."
"And you know what?" She continued, "That's okay too because you're perfect, because nobody's perfect." She leaned towards him and strokes his cheek softly with her thumb and looked deeply into his eyes. "And that's what I like about you."
He smiled at her and leaned towards her and kissed her lips softly. As he pulled away from her, he looked deeply into her eyes and carried on smiling at her, he stroked a stray strand of hair that had escaped from her tight, slicked back pony tail behind her ear.
"I've just got one question," she asked him. "What are we gonna do about us? I mean, we can't act like this public, what are we gonna do?"
"I guess," he answered her, "We're gonna have to pretend to hate one another in public, but I apologise in advance if I say anything that offends you, I really don't mean it, I never would mean anything bad towards you."
"I know," she says with a smile, "And expect some harsh comments from me but I really don't mean it either."
"Good," he said in a soft whisper with a smile. "Come here."
He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her in his arms, resting her head on his chest she listened to his heart beating, the rhythm of it, the rhythm that she had once heard before and loved. Gradually their breathing became simultaneous.
This is what they wanted, the perfect relationship, but their relationship was far from perfect because they had to pretend to hate one another when clearly they were mad about one another. But how long was it actually going to last without one of them getting hurt?