There are several cardinal rules of sleeping around, the biggest being 'never stay the night'. Santana smashes them all to pieces the morning she wakes up in a stranger's bed.

What started out as a string of nightmares and falling asleep in Warbler rehearsal, led to Sebastian revealing perhaps a little too much of himself than originally planned. With no Wes, can the Warblers step up and help save him? Or is he just another lost cause?

'She knew if she thought, she'd think about what she had to go back to, to the look on Brittany's face, to a school that would hate and mock her, to the club that now knew for sure that she was a ... no. She didn't want to think at all.' Oneshot.

Santana watched Princess look like a serial killer as Man Hands and his Hobbit sucked face, while she stayed curled up in Asian Boy's lap. Spoilers for BIOTA.

"Hey, do you think I could pull off a She's the Man and attend Dalton?" "No." The answer was immediate, and a little hoarse. "Definitely…no." A SantanaWes fic, post 2x12. WARNING! SPOILERS FOR 2x12. Happy Valentine's Day! Oneshot.