Santana stood close to the window wearing a sheet wrapped around her, but it was the usual view that she was used to, it was a view that she'd never seen before, especially not from a window. The view was of Lima, the entire place. The only usual place that she's seen this view before was from the top of the hill in the park where she would usually go to think about things. But now she was in the warmth with a sheet wrapped around her and wearing nothing underneath. She was standing in the very bedroom of Sebastian Smythe, her boyfriend who lay in his bed wearing nothing at all too but he was out cold.
She carried on looking out of the window and took a deep breath. 'This is a view that I can get used to,' she thought to herself. She was lost in her thoughts when she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. It was Sebastian. He stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin pressing on her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" He whispered in her ear.
"I was just looking at the view," she whispered back, "I've never seen a view like this before, well, from a window, that's all."
"You like it?" He asked her as he looked out of the window also.
"Yeah," she said with a smile, "I really do."
"Good," he told her and kissed her cheek softly. "Come back to bed."
She turned around and looked at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. "What about your parents?" She asked him, "Won't they be coming home any time soon?"
"No," he said shaking his head, "They're away for the weekend. To be honest, they're never home, it's just usually me and this entire house to myself... with the occasional maid."
"I can't believe you have a maid," she laughed.
"Why's that so funny?" He asked her with a smile on his face.
"Because," she continued, "You're the first person that I've ever met that has a maid. It's quite funny."
"Okay," he said to her, "If you insist."
"So," she asked flirtatiously, "Is the house gonna be empty for the rest of the day?"
"Yeah," he smiled flirtatiously, "The house is gonna be empty all day. Why? What do you have in mind?"
"Oh," she continued saying flirtatiously, "I have a lot of things in mind, if you know what I mean?" She winked at him flirtatiously.
He smiled flirtatiously back at her. "Oh," he said to her flirtatiously, "Would one of your things include this?" He leaned down to her neck and softly caressed his lips against her skin. She smiled and moans softly at the same time, she tilted her head back and laced her fingers through his hair softly.
"Uh-huh," she moaned. He trailed his kissed to the centre of her neck, trailing it down to her collar bone, she moaned again as he carried on trailing the kiss down the centre of her breasts. "That's another," she moaned. He removed his hands from around her waist and cupped her breasts softly. She moaned again. She couldn't stop moaning. He was doing things to her that she's never experienced before. Of course she'd had sex before but she'd never experienced this before. The orgasms starting from her toes, the tingling sensation shooting up her body and all around, the hairs on the back of her neck raising and her skin developing goosebumps. This was a sexual sensation that she'd never experienced before in her life and she never wanted it to stop. Her legs started to become weak and shaky, he felt her body shaking and he removed his hands from her breasts, he placed his hands underneath her knees and lifted her up in the air. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked over to the bed with her and placed her down on it. She giggled and looked up at him. Her hair spread across the pillows and her arms placed either side of her head. He kneeled on the bed and crawled up to her on his hands and knees, he leaned over her and looked down at her, smiling at her.
"What?" She asked him with a smile. He just smiled and stared at her. "What?" She asked him again. "Say something."
"I'm sorry," he shaking his head with a smile. "I just couldn't... you know..." He smiled again and looked away. "I'm sorry," he apologised again.
"What do you wanna say?" She asked him as she raised her hand up to his cheek and stroked it softly. "You know you can say anything to me."
"I just don't want it to sound corny," he told her. "You know, I am captain cheese."
She smiled up at him. "Just tell me," she told him. "I wanna hear it."
He took a deep breath. "You look beautiful," he said, "Absolutely beautiful."
She was still smiling at him. "That wasn't cheese," she whispered softly, "That was you being romantic. Thank you." He smiled at her and leaned down to her kissing her softly on the lips.
[Some time Later]
Nationals were coming closer and they had been rehearsing for weeks but that didn't stop them getting nervous about it. This year at National's they'd been given a theme to follow and this year it was vintage. Vintage isn't a hard theme to use because there were so many songs that they could use but what if they got it wrong? What if they made the wrong choice and they've blown their chances of winning the National's.
They all sat in the back of the class, Santana listened to all of the choices that they had come up with but some of the ideas that they'd come up with hadn't been the best. Some chose some from the 70's, such as disco but they didn't understand it, they weren't enjoying it so what was the point in doing it. It wasn't going to win them the National's.
Santana sat at the back of the class trying to block out the arguing going on in front of her, most of it of course coming from Rachel Berry because this was her time to perform a solo and if she didn't agree with the song choices that they chose then she would cause an argument. She would of course, make it all about her. Santana shook her head and placed her hand on her forehead, and she closed her eyes at the same time. She was actually getting a headache, a real headache this time but she couldn't leave because she knew that Mr Schue would have his eyes on her.
She expected the arguing but what she didn't expect was what about to happen next. Her eyes were closed but when she heard the New Directions stop and gasp with shock, she looked up at them. She was confused. What were they staring at? And then she looked to where they were looking. It was Sebastian. He was standing in the glee club wearing his Dalton Academy uniform.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kurt snapped. "You have no right being here."
"I know that," he answered, "But I thought because we're no longer competition that I could come and help you with your song choice in the National's."
"Uh-uh," Rachel spat. "He's come here to destroy our chances of winning the National's. Because he didn't win the Regional's with his Warbler's, he wants to ruin our chances of winning to make him feel better about himself."
"Rachel's right," Kurt agreed, "The guy just wants to ruin our chances of winning."
"That's not true," Sebastian told them. "I don't want to ruin your chances. I just want to come and help you."
"This is his plan," Kurt pointed out angrily, "He was cheering in the audience because he wanted us to believe that he was supporting us but he's not, he was to jeopardise our chances of winning."
"No, I don't," he said. "I don't want to ruin your chances. I want to help you. I want to support you. I came all the way here to support you, I wouldn't be here for any other reason because there is no way that I would want to step into a public school if I didn't want to be here."
"He did support us in the Regional's," Artie said, "He was cheering us on in the audience."
"That's his master plan," Rachel blurted out. "He wants to ruin our chances of winning and my chances of getting into Nyada."
"Oh my god!" Santana stomps her foot on the ground and stands up, "Stop making this all about you. This is a group thing, so stop making it all about you!"
Sebastian smirked to himself and looked down at the ground. 'That's my girl,' he thought to himself.
"Even though he's a complete dick," she shouted. "I think that we should give him a chance."
"I agree with Santana," Mercedes agreed, "We should hear him out. He did come up with some good songs at the Regional's."
"Oh my god!" Rachel said dramatically, "I can't believe you're actually thinking about giving him a chance. He's out to get us. All of us. Especially me!"
"I think we should give him a chance," Blaine said rolling his eyes at her remark. Kurt snapped his head at him and folded his arms across his chest.
"Excuse me?" He said with a bitchy tone in his voice.
"I think that Santana has a good idea," Blaine told him with a shrug. "I mean she did come up with the idea of love and heartbreak and it did win us the Regional's, so if she thinks it's a good idea for him to help out then maybe it is."
"You're just saying that because you're attracted to him," Kurt jealously said, "You're just in love with his smile."
Sebastian smirked and looked down at the ground. He tried not to laugh because he didn't want to make matters worse but he couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"Oh my god, Kurt," Blaine snapped, "I'm sick and tired of you doing this. I'm in love with you, stop being such a jealous idiot."
"You see, Mr Schue," Rachel said pointing at him. "Look what he's caused. He's caused all of this arguing."
"Actually," Quinn said with her arms folded across her chest. "You and Kurt caused this. He only came in and asked us if he could help but you two made it worse."
Rachel scoffs. "I did not. I merely just pointed out that he was a horrible guy."
"And made it about you," Artie muttered. Rachel huffed and folded her arms across her chest.
"I still don't agree with him being here," she stubbornly said.
"Well, I think that we could use his help," Quinn said, "Because we're not getting anywhere at the moment and the National's aren't so far away. We need some help and if it has to be him then it has to be him."
"I agree with Quinn," Tina said as she stood up holding her hand up in the air. "I think that he could help us out but he has to promise that he's not in it to ruin our chances of winning National's!"
"I cross my heart and hope to die," Sebastian said harshly. He smirked and shook his head. "How old are you, like twelve?"
"Now it's remarks like that that he'll say," Kurt pointed out, "We don't need that here."
"Look, I'm sorry," Sebastian told them sincerely, "I don't want to cause grief. I just want to help you out, that's all."
"I say give him a chance," Santana said. "Even though I don't usually give people chances, he did cheer us in the Regional's, something that we didn't do so we should return the favour." Mr Schue shook his head and smiled, he knew the real reason why Santana was being nice with him but he wasn't going to blow their secret because he promised them that he wouldn't blow their secret.
"Yeah, we should give him a chance," Quinn said as she stood up but she walked over to him with her arms folded across her chest. She looked him up and down, "But if you mess it up just once, I'll make sure that you'll never have a life again, and you know what life I mean," she said as she looked down at his manhood. He swallowed hard and nodded. "Do you understand?"
"Yeah," he said awkwardly and slightly squeaky, "I understand."
"Good," she said smirking, she turned around and looked at the rest of them. "We can trust him." She placed her hands on her hips and walked back over to her seat.
"Well that's settled," Mr Schue finally said, "We're gonna allow Sebastian to help us out, and we know that..." he clears his throat, "Quinn's going to sort him out."
"Oh believe me," Santana said with her hands on her hips, "Not before I get to him first."
Mr Schue cringed and shook his head. "Too much information," he said still shaking his head. "Okay, let's see what we can do."
He glanced over at Santana quickly and gave her a quick smile. She looked down at the ground and gave him a small smile. She didn't want any of to think that there was anything going on between them. She was hoping that they would start to like him too when he shows them that he's not such a bad guy after all, but of course with Kurt and Rachel, that was going to be a long time.