/!\ No actual violence but a bowl is thrown during an argument. If this is triggering for you, please be aware that the end of this chapter may be difficult for you to read /!\

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Santana laughed as Sebastian stirred the pasta. "You told me you were an excellent chef, Smythe. I'm not sure being able to cook macaroni counts."

He scowled. "It's hardly my fault that you have nothing in your cupboards. I'm doing my best."

She folded her arms. "But you promised me an amazing meal. Not mac and cheese. How am I supposed to be able to tell if you're husband material from macaroni cheese?"

They both froze as Santana's words were processed.

"I mean – not that I'm already planning marriage. I'm not. It was a joke. I'm sorry." The words came out in a jumbled heap as her face burned.

Sebastian laughed, letting go of the spoon he'd been using to stir the pasta to pull her into a hug. "Don't be an idiot, its fine. Although, maybe I should be worried; babies and marriage within twenty four hours. Are you sure you're not trying to drop a hint, Lopez?"

Santana bowed her head, embarrassed, head-butting his chest in the process. She cringed as she looked up at him.

"It's all moving too fast, I can't deal with this pressure!" Sebastian pressed a hand to his heart, putting on his best dramatic face.

She shoved him away. "Stop it. You'll burn the macaroni."

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"Okay, I have to admit, you're not a bad cook. This macaroni is pretty great."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean I'm husband material?"

"How long are you going to hold onto that?" Santana questioned, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder.

"Depends, I suppose."

"On what, Smythe?"

He grinned. "On how it affects my chances of being allowed to stay the night."

She tapped her chin with her index finger, feigning deep thought. "Well, put it this way," she decided finally. "If you bring it up one more time, you will be sleeping on the doorstep."

Sebastian nodded, as if weighing up his options. "I'm guessing you wouldn't give me a blanket?"

Santana shook her head, biting back a grin. "No blanket, no light. No me."

Sebastian stood, pushing his chair under the table before reaching for her plate. "Fine, I won't bring it up again. Any other conditions to my staying the night?"

She allowed herself to grin. "I get to choose what we watch tonight. No complaining."

He nodded in agreement. "Condition accepted. Go put something on, I'll do the washing up."

Santana shook her head. "You cooked, it's only fair that I do the washing up. Besides, you're the guest. My mom would be horrified if she thought I'd allowed a guest to do any work."

He ignored her, walking off to the kitchen without another word, just a cheeky smile. Santana sighed, too tired to put up a fight.

She stood in the living room, perusing her parent's DVD collection, unsure of what to put on. She wasn't in the mood for a rom com, but she didn't fancy a horror movie either. Or anything with more than five minutes worth of action. Disney was what she had always gone for in the past, but it had sort of been her 'thing' with Brittany. Even after so many months, it felt wrong to share something so Brittany with Sebastian.

"Hey!"

Sebastian grabbed her from behind, eliciting an embarrassingly girlish scream from her. She'd always hated to be startled. Probably because of her father accidentally pushing her in the pool whilst trying to surprise her when she was five.

"Well that was as girly as I've ever heard you sound," Sebastian whispered in her ear, lips tickling the soft skin of her ear lobe. "It was cute."

She wrinkled her nose. "I'm not cute. I'm sexy," she objected, shoving him off.

He nodded in agreement with a quick wink. "What are we watching then, Sexy?"

Santana pouted. "I can't decide!" She groaned, throwing her head back dramatically and flopping onto the couch.

Sebastian laughed, the action making him look younger and more carefree than Santana had seen him in weeks. "But that was part of our agreement! If you don't choose the film then I can't stay the night!" He put his hand to his mouth in mock anguish.

"I take back that part of our arrangement, you can choose the movie, but, you have to give me a massage."

"Foot or back?"

Santana wrinkled her nose. "My feet are too ticklish for that. Definitely back."

"Deal. We're watching The Notebook!"

She raised an eyebrow as he put the DVD in the player. "Are you serious? Call yourself a guy…"

He turned to look at her. "Santana, I am, like, eighty percent gay. Remember?"

"Vividly."

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A couple of hours later, Santana stretched out, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I hate this film," she mumbled with a sniff as Sebastian shifted beneath her.

"Me too. Hey, can you lift up a second, I need to use your bathroom."

Santana sat upright, allowing Sebastian to get up. "You know where it is."

He nodded, heading off in the direction of her bedroom and the adjoining en suite. She stood up, going to the kitchen to find more snacks for their second film of the night.

Her parents had left some bags of potato chips in the cupboard under the sink and a few family-sized bags of salted popcorn. She grinned. They knew her so well.

"Santana!"

She flinched, dropping a handful of popcorn on the floor. She dropped down, picking them up before realising that Sebastian was standing opposite her.

"What is this?" He whispered.

Santana blanched as she realised what he was holding. It was the positive pregnancy test she'd thrown at the wall earlier that day. In her emotional temper she had forgotten to pick it up. Idiot.

"Santana. What is this?"

"I think you know what it is," she whispered, kneading her hands together. This is not how she'd wanted him to find out.

"You said it was a joke. Santana, you told me you were joking!"

She flinched as his voice grew louder.

"Would you say something, please?" That steady, quiet tone was back. Santana preferred the shouting.

She shook her head. "What exactly do you want me to say, Sebastian?"

"I want you to explain why you would lie to me about this. Did you think I wouldn't find out? That I'm such an idiot I wasn't going to notice you're pregnant? No really, Santana, what was your plan?Wear baggy clothes? Tell me you'd put on a load of weight in your stomach?"

"I panicked. You seemed like you were being forced into something you didn't want to do. I couldn't do that to you. I wanted some time to think about my options!"

"Santana, this is our baby. I didn't think of how I was phrasing things last night, it was insensitive of me but it doesn't make your actions acceptable. You tell me you're pregnant. Which you are. Then you tell me you're joking. What am I supposed to think? Santana, what were you thinking?!"

"Get out!"

"How can you possibly be acting like you're acting like you're the wronged party here?"

"I said get out of my house, Sebastian!" Santana yelled, throwing the bowl of popcorn before she could think better of it. It smashed on the floor barely a metre in front of her. Sebastian simply turned on his heel.

"Text me when you're ready to talk about this like an adult. Until then, don't talk to me. I'm serious." With that he stormed out of the kitchen without another word, slamming the front door behind him. Santana dropped to the floor. She'd been an idiot and she knew it. She'd just never been all that great at admitting when she was wrong. Now it may very well have cost her the man she loved.

"Shit," she whispered as she began the task of picking up the spilled popcorn and smashed china.

A/N Sorry. I'm a terrible person. At least I've upload twice in as many days? I'm pretty much decided that this fanfic will be approximately 20 chapters long. No more than 25… I have plans for another Sebtana fic afterwards though, so stay tuned!