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Chapter 8

When Santana opened her eyes she felt disoriented. Then she shifted and froze. She was lying against a warm body. A warm, masculine body. Suddenly everything rushed back with startling clarity. The confrontation, the fight, and then-she closed her eyes as that memory washed over her.

The lightness and ease she felt earlier was replaced with panic. Her heart started pounding and she struggled to breathe. Calm down Lopez, she thought to herself. Great. Even her inner voice sounded panicked and upset.

Her mind raced. How could you be so stupid? She thought angrily to herself. She had given in to him. Her sworn enemy. The boy who had single-handedly turned her life upside down. The boy who tried to destroy her relationship with Brittney.

A sharp pain went through her as she thought of her. She had cheated on her. Hell she had slept with the boy who had used her as bait to unwittingly try to destroy their relationship.

Frustration and anger coursed through her. How did she end up in this situation? This was not in her plan. She had come here to intimidate him. To let him know no matter how hard he tried to break her, he would never succeed.

That she would always be a step ahead of him. Instead she had ended up in bed with him. She inwardly cringed as she remembered that she was the one who wanted to come to his room in the first place.

She cursed silently. She had let her emotions get the best of her. She had given in to this-whatever- she had with him and was now faced with the aftermath. She refused to think that she might have feelings for him. She had let lust cloud her better judgment.

She refused to think of how gentle he had been with her. How he had looked at her afterwards. How he had held her as she fell asleep in his arms. How her body had responded to him.

Even through all of the turmoil she could feel her heart speed up at his close proximity. How that damning fluttering feeling started up every time she was near him. Stop it she thought to herself firmly.

He's a manipulator. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. Just look at what he did to her and Brittney. And Blaine. She stiffened. Immediately her mind went to the members of the Glee club.

She knew there would be hell to pay if any of them found out about this. They were still upset that Blaine had to have surgery. And finding out that she had slept with the one who caused it would not bode well for her.

She could just feel the hurt and accusing glares that would be directed her way. The betrayal that one of their own had joined forces and laid in bed with the enemy. Literally.

She couldn't allow that to happen. She couldn't allow him to disrupt her life any further. He had already done enough damage. Determination and resolve replaced the panic. She would put this incident behind her.

She would put it far from her mind. She was going to start putting the pieces of her life back together. The way it was before he came in.

She started to ease her way slowly out of the bed when she felt him suddenly wrap an arm around her waist. She stiffened and suppressed a gasp. Her heart was pounding so fast that she was sure he could hear it.

"What time is it?" he asked his voice husky with sleep. She ignored the tingle that shot through her at the sound of his voice."I don't know" she said, secretly glad that her voice was calm. "Hmm", he murmured leaning down to nuzzle the back of her sensitive neck. A small moan escaped her mouth unwillingly at the action.

She felt him smirk against her. She tried to gather her thoughts and her resolve that seemed to have fled the moment he touched her. But he started kissing down her neck, gently biting and then soothing the action with a light sweep of his tongue.

She bit her bottom lip to suppress another moan. She could feel herself getting heated. He slowly started drawing lazy circles down her arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake. She fought not to writhe against him. When she felt the hand that was wrapped around her waist slowly start to creep downward, she knew she needed to say something.

"Sebastian" she said, not caring how breathless she sounded at that moment. "Hmm?" he murmured into her neck. The vibration sent sparks of desire shooting through her. She fought to speak. "W-we have to stop" she said, aware of how desperate she sounded. He lifted his head and she felt his lips against the delicate shell of ear.

"Do you want me to stop Santana?" he whispered teasingly into her ear. Even though her body was now demanding some physical release, she decided to follow her mind. "Yes" she said, inwardly cringing at how her voice trembled.

"Why?" he whispered again and she suppressed a shiver. "It's not right" she said, trying to steady her voice. She could feel him slightly stiffen against her. "I am in a relationship" she said her voice growing steady. "You mean were" he said, the earlier teasing in his voice gone. She thought he sounded faintly hurt.

She shifted and pulled away from him. She could feel his gaze burning into her back as she got out of the bed. "I decided to work it out" she said, not facing him. "She doesn't deserve this" she said, slowly walking around the room and picking up her discarded clothing, putting them on. She stiffened when she heard him scoff.

"This shouldn't have happened" she said firmly. At that she heard the bed shift and felt his presence behind her a second later. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him. She averted her eyes. "Look at me Santana" he demanded angrily, but there was an edge of desperation to it. She looked into his eyes and her heart froze.

There was anger there but there was also hurt. She ignored the pang that went through her heart. It's for the best she told herself firmly. "Tell me that you didn't feel anything. That you don't have feelings for me" he said.

"Sebastian"-she started but he cut her off. "I know you felt something" he said, his grip tightening on her shoulders. "Please" she said, trying to step away from him but he just tightened his grip more. "Just tell me the truth" he said, his tone faintly pleading.

"The truth is that it was a mistake coming here" she said firmly, looking him in the eye. He stared at her for a long moment before slowly dropping his hands from her shoulders. "I have to go" she said, her voice still firm. Before he could say anything she turned on her heel and left, quietly closing the door.

She ignored the pain in her heart as she found her way from his room to her car. She ignored the tears that ran down her face. As she scrubbed his scent from her body that night and lay down in her bed, she ignored the thought that she had just possibly made the biggest mistake of her life.