It was the middle of the night and Sebastian sat at his desk with his headphones on. He knew that the song that he had chosen for Rachel to sing a solo was a bad choice. I knew that her voice was so much better than that and he didn't want her to butcher their chances of winning the National's by not giving her a good enough song to sing. He knew that he wasn't a part of the New Directions but he felt like he was for just this moment because was helping them win the National's.

Santana was lying on her side her back to him as she slept in his bed. His parents weren't home again and Santana didn't want to be on her own again. Her parents weren't there again. They both had to work the late shift. She was awoken when she heard the clicking of his keyboard, she glanced over her shoulder and noticed him sitting at his computer desk. She climbed out of the bed and walked over to him, she grabbed his headphones.

"What are you doing?" She said into his ear. He was startled by her, he jumped and turned around to look at her.

"Jesus," he said to her, his heart pounding from fright. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"What are you doing?" She said as she giggled.

"That wasn't funny," he said turning back to face his laptop screen, "I really crapped myself there."

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she said with a smile. She leaned down and looked over his shoulder at the screen. "Seriously, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find songs for the National's for the New Directions," he told her still clicking through the music he had on his laptop.

"Why?" She asked him. "Why are you doing this? Shouldn't it be us who is doing that?"

"No offence, babe," he told her, "But you still don't have a song set yet and it's not long until the National's are here. You're not gonna win anything if you don't have anything to sing."

"I thought you said that you had a solo for Berry?" She asked him.

"I did," he said with a sigh.

"So?" She asked him, "What's wrong with that? You say it as you've made the wrong choice or something."

"I have," he told her, "I listened to the song over again and I realised that it's not the right song, her voice is too good for it."

"Excuse me?" She said jealously and raising her eyebrow.

"Don't worry," he told her as he carried on looking through the music on his laptop, "I haven't already developed a crush on Streisand, you're in the clear."

"This isn't a joke," she said to him harshly, "I'm being serious."

"And so am I," he said to her as he turned to look at her, "I'm serious. Like I told you, she's not my type. She's pretty. I like beautiful." He winked at her. She shook her head again and spun his chair around, she kneeled onto the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck looking into his eyes.

"You don't have to do this just in order to have sex with me," she told him, "You're getting that anyways."

"I'm not," he said with a smile as he looked up at her, he placed his hands on her butt cheeks and caressed them softly. "I'm just telling you the truth."

"So, why are you really doing it?" She asked him.

"Oh god," he said rolling his eyes, "Now you're starting to sound like Kurt."

"I just want to know the truth," she said as if she was insulted by the remark.

"I told you," he said to her, "I'm doing it to support you guys because seeing as we're not competition anymore I thought that it would be a nice gesture. And I get the chance to see you more." He smiled up at her, "There's nothing with that, is there?"

"No," she said smiling back at him. "No, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Good," he said with a smile still displayed across his face. "But I really do need to find a song that would be perfect for the solo. To be one of the winning songs, because you know that the solo's are the ones that wing it. Just like yours did in the Regional's."

"Well," she said smugly with a smug smile, "Yeah, that's true." He chuckled and leaned up to her to give her a quick peck on the lips. "Can't you wait until tomorrow until you do that? I really want to be with you right, and not like this," she said flirtatiously as she leant down and kissed his neck softly. He moaned and smiled.

"Babe," he moaned, "Babe, you know that I love you and I would do this with you anytime but..."

She pulled away from him and looked at him. "But," she asked him with a raised eyebrow, "Nothing good comes after but."

"But I want to find the song," he told her, "For you. You want to win the National's right? You want to win it before you graduate so I'm doing you a favour."

"Yeah," she sighed, "I did tell you that, didn't I?"

"Yeah you did," he said to her, "So, help me find the song? Please?" His eyes softened and tilted his head to the side softly. He pouted at her and fluttered his eyelashes.

She bursts out laughing. "All right," she told him whilst laughing, "All right, fine, I'll help you but if you promise never to do that again."

"Deal," he nodded and she climbed off his knee, turning around and sitting down on his lap. He turned the chair around and faced the laptop again. "So," he asked her, "Can you see anything that would be suited for her voice and win you the National's?" He scrolled down his music, he had all different generations from 60's all the way to today's music. He was scrolling and scrolling and nothing could be found until Santana placed her hand on top of his.

"Stop," she said quickly. "I've found it, the perfect solo song."

"Oh yeah?" He asked, "What's is it?"

"That one," she pointed at the screen, "Who Wants To Live Forever by Queen, it's perfect. Everybody knows the song and it's a perfect power ballad for her."

"So," he asked her, "Are you okay with her singing the solo?"

"Well," she admitted, "I'm not happy about it but I did sing the solo that got us to the National's and I did tell her that she could sing the solo at the National's so I'm gonna have to be okay with it."

"And they call you a bitch," he said placing his chin on her shoulder, "You're nothing like that."

"Oh, I am bitch," she admitted.

"I know," he said with an awkward smile, "I just didn't want to be person that said."

"But," she said as she looked around at him, "I can be a considerate person too."

"Yeah," he said smiling at her, "That's true too."

"You know what you should do," she told him.

"What's that?" He answered her.

"You should take your IPod into school and show Mr Schue," she told him, "He needs to take a look through your music because you sure have a lot of it. Why didn't you tell me that you were so into music?"

"I thought the singing kinder gave it away," he told her with of a sarcastic tone in his voice.

"Ha-Ha," she said sarcastically, "Very funny." He flashed her a cheeky grin. "I'm serious, Sebastian," she told him, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just thought you knew," he said to her, "With me being a singer I automatically assumed that you knew that I loved my music."

"Just because you can sing," she told him, "Doesn't mean that you have good taste in music. Just ask Kurt and Berry."

"Yeah," he said, "They do have some bad taste, they're into show music or Broadway musicals."

"Exactly," she said to him, "That's why I was shocked with all of this music. You can't presume that just because someone can sing means that they have good taste in music."

"Well you know now," he said to her.

"Take your IPod in tomorrow and show him," she said to him, "He'll be so proud of you." She smiled at him and he smiled back at her, he leaned up to her and kissed her softly.

[Next Day]

Mr Schue was standing at the piano marking papers from his Spanish class. He had a free period before the New Directions got there. Sebastian was walking down the corridor with his headphones in listening to his IPod, he was wearing a pair of jeans, a checked shirt, he too had a free period at the end of the day so he changed his clothes before coming to the school. Nobody batted an eyelid at him as he walked through the school because he just looked like he was one of them.

He walked through the door of the choir room and he was flicking through the music on his IPod. Mr Schue heard the music blearing out from his headphone, he turned around and noticed him standing there.

"Sebastian?" He said above the normal level but Sebastian was still looking down at his IPod. He waved his hands in front of his face. "Sebastian!" He shouted. Sebastian looked up from his IPod and took out one of the earphones from his ear.

"Yeah?" He asked him. "Sorry, I listen to music when I'm walking on my own."

"What are you doing here?" Mr Schue asked him. "School hasn't finished yet."

"I had a free period," he told him, "I thought that I would go home and change my clothes, since they all say that that's all I wear."

"Right," he said to him as he turned around and placed his hand over his forehead sighing hard. Sebastian looked at him and took a step towards him.

"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked him.

"It's nothing," Mr Schue told him, his back still turned to him.

"It's the music, isn't it?" Sebastian asked him. Mr Schue turned around and looked at him.

"Yeah," he admitted, "None of them are coming up with songs that will win us the National's. I've come up with a list of songs to sing and not one of them agrees with me, and most of all, none of them understand the music. They would rather listen to rock music or R'n'B and that wasn't around them, well except rock but they wouldn't appreciate that in National's. We don't know who the judges are yet."

"Can I make a suggestion?" Sebastian asked him. Mr Schue nodded and placed his hand on his forehead again. Sebastian walked over to him and took out the other headphone from his ear, he held out his IPod out in front of him. "I have some music on here that might be the answer."

"No offence, Sebastian," He told him, "You're not old enough to understand the music. You're only a junior."

"Would you just look through the music," he snapped at him. "Just because I'm only seventeen doesn't mean that I don't understand music." Mr Schue looked at him and took his IPod off him, he scrolled through his music and noticed the range of music on there. He looked at him in shock. "You see," Sebastian told him, "You shouldn't assume because it just makes an ass out of you and me." Mr Schue frowned at him. "I am old enough to have watched 8 Simples Rules."

Mr Schue carried on frowning at him but now he was shaking his head at him. Sebastian smirked at him cheekily. Mr Schue carried on looking through the music on his IPod.

"You have some good music on here," he told him, "Really good music. Let's discuss it before the rest of them come." Sebastian smiled and nodded. They only had twenty minutes before they all came to the choir room and they were both worried about it because they hadn't been able to decide what song to choose for two weeks so how were they suppose to choose in twenty minutes? It was going to be tough task but with them both being music lovers, they'll surely be able to do it.