A/N Thank you for continuing to read this fanfiction. Your support means an awful lot.

Chapter Two

We are masters of unsaid words, but slaves of those we let out

- Winston Churchill

"Are you ever going to tell me why you stole my jacket? Or why you took off in such a hurry...while I was sleeping?"

Santana shook her head. "I couldn't find my top. And, honestly, I'm not entirely sure anymore."

Sebastian nodded, tugging the duvet further up his bare chest. He rubbed at his nose, a habit Santana had noticed he adopted when he was uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?"

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. Great, in fact. We've decided on our songs for Regionals."

Santana smiled, unwilling to take the bait. "Good for you," she said as sweetly as she could manage. "Can we not talk about that right now? It always makes me feel antsy. Like I'm a traitor for being here; which I am."

"Have you told anyone else? Aside from Blaine?"

She shook her head. "No. I did, however, make the mistake of wearing your jacket to school. I'm pretty sure Kurt recognized it - at least from the way he was glaring at me."

"I didn't realize Lady Hummel paid that much attention to me. I would be flattered but he does look like a prepubescent girl. And that's on his good days."

Santana grinned before scrambling to rectify her expression. "Look, Sebastian, I'm really tired. It's nearly two in the morning. Are we staying the night or do you wanna go?"

Sebastian shuffled to get comfortable. "I'm good to stay," he stretched to turn the lamp off. "Goodnight, Santana."

*•*

Santana woke feeling altogether too hot. She sighed, kicking the cover off her torso before freezing. Her feet were entangled with her companion's and there was an arm draped across her. She blanched, trying to extract herself from the tangle of limbs without waking Sebastian. They didn't do that. They didn't cuddle.

"Shit," she hissed, unable to move enough to get away from the heat radiating from his body; his grip on her was too tight. She sighed, rolling into a more comfortable position, trying to bring life back into the arm she had been sleeping on. Now she was facing him.

"Shit," she hissed again. Not daring to move too much more. She didn't want him to wake up and blame her for their sleeping arrangement. Unsure of what to do, she studied his face. He looked younger when he slept. All the usual slyness and cruelty was replaced by boyish youth. His hair, usually gelled off his face had flopped over his forehead and his jaw was slack. Unable to resist, Santana allowed her fingers to trail along his jawline, before dancing over his surprisingly soft lips. Lips she took the opportunity to press her own to gently.

"Mmphh."

She pulled back as his eyes fluttered open.

"Santana?"

She nodded. "Morning."

"What time is it?"

"I'm not actually sure. It's still dark outside."

He groaned. "Then go back to sleep," he muttered, closing his eyes, tugging her closer absent-mindedly.

"Okay," she agreed, finally relaxing into his embrace, allowing her eyes to close. Sebastian's breath began to come in slow, rhythmic little puffs that tickled her cheeks. She smiled, curling closer to him. His arms tightened round her reflexively.

"Why can't I hate you?" She whispered.

*•*

The sun breaking through the curtains woke Santana a couple of hours later.

"Hey."

She startled before regaining her composure. "Hey. Sleep well?"

Sebastian nodded with a smile. "Yup. I was woken before dawn by someone but I'll let it slide."

Santana grinned, patting the arm that was still wrapped around her. "What time is it?"

"About nine, why?"

"I promised Brittany I'd spend the day with her."

Sebastian removed his arm from around her, the sudden loss of warmth making Santana shiver. "Right," the cruelty was back in his eyes within seconds. "Well, don't let me stop you going back to your girlfriend. Are you going to wear my jacket on your date?"

"Sebastian! Stop it. I promised! I'm a bad enough girlfriend as it is, I'm not going to break my promises too."

He sat up, throwing the duvet off, leaving Santana feeling uncomfortably exposed. "No, I get it. Have fun," he said faux calmly, grabbing his clothes from the floor. "Have a great time." He began to pull his trousers on as Santana rushed out of bed, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Sebastian...Sebastian, look at me."

He did so, eyes narrowed as they met her own. "What?"

Santana fought the urge to recoil at his tone. "Whoa now, twink, don't forget who you're talking to. I can be just as much of a bitch as you can. Only you can't blame it on PMS."

Sebastian shook his head, clearly fighting off a smile.

"Look at me," she ordered. "What's gotten into you? Hmmm? You've never had a problem with me spending the day with Brittany before, what's different this time?"

"I don't know. I - I don't know!"

Santana frowned, grabbing his chin in her hand. "Sebastian..."

He smiled weakly. "I'm sorry. Go on, have a good day with bubble-brain, last night's on me." He removed himself from her grip, heading towards the en suite to change.

"Oh," Santana whispered, realization dawning on her.

*•*

Brittany continued to kiss at her cheek as Santana tried to focus on the TV screen. She felt awful for feeling guilty about being with her own girlfriend but she couldn't shake the unease that the thought of Sebastian's face had left her with.

"Have I done something wrong?" Brittany asked abruptly, pulling away to sit on the edge of the bed.

It was the second time in a week Brittany had asked that question.

"No, of course not," Santana smiled sweetly, pecking her girlfriend's lips. "Sorry, my mind's all over the place. Dad keeps asking me about college, I don't know what to tell him. I mean, he knows I don't want to study medicine like him, and he's okay with that, but I'm not sure how supportive he is of me pursuing performing."

Brittany nodded in understanding. "Speaking of your dad; is that his cologne again."

Santana sniffed before smiling. "Yup. I borrowed his jacket, it was cold out this morning." She tugged the sleeves of Sebastian's jacket over her palms. "Cuddle with me? I'm exhausted from earlier."

Brittany pouted before acquiescing, a stubborn set to her mouth. She turned to the screen grinning. "Can you imagine if everyone knew your favourite film is The Little Mermaid?"

Santana narrowed her eyes. "If you tell anyone, I'll tell everyone you still watch Barney! And applied to be on the show!"

Brittany grinned, poking at her side before tickling at Santana's underarms. As it descended into an all-out war, Santana almost pretend that the look on Sebastian's face that morning wasn't haunting her. Almost.

*•*

A couple of hours later, Santana and Brittany had decided to take a walk through Brittany's local park, much to Santana's distaste; she really didn't want to spend her afternoon feeding the ducks.

"So the doctor's put Lord Tubbington back on the nicotine patches, hopefully this time he'll actually wear them for more than two minutes at a time," Brittany babbled on, ripping chunks off slices of bread to throw to the mallards impatiently floating around the ledge she was perched on.

"That's great new, I'm sure he'll be smoke free before you know it," Santana said, tearing off a square of bread and rolling it between her fingers.

"Shaqueera!"

Santana cringed. Only one person had ever called her that. "Smythe," she turned, nodding her head in his direction. "Couldn't find anyone to slushie today?"

He shrugged. "Not my still anymore."

Brittany turned around, looking between them in confusion. "You alright, Santana?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Here," she handed her slice of bread over to her girlfriend who took it happily, turning back to the ducks. "I need to talk to Sebastian, about Blaine."

Brittany was too busy to pay any attention. Santana grabbed Sebastian's elbow, tugging him away from her girlfriend.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed at him, eyes narrowed.

He grinned. "Walking."

"You know exactly what I mean. What are you doing here?"

"How was I supposed to know that you were here? You told me you were spending the day with Brittany, not where you were spending the day."

Santana sighed, unable to argue with his reasoning. "I don't know what you're up to. But don't cause trouble for me. Please."

Sebastian nodded with a quick smile. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Brittany came ambling up to them at that moment. "I'm out of bread."

Santana patted her shoulder soothingly. "It's not good for ducks anyway, Britt-Britt."

She frowned before turning to Sebastian, a confused look on her face. "You wear the same cologne as Santana's dad."

Sebastian smiled slyly, looking from Brittany to Santana. "I do? Huh. Is that his jacket?"

Brittany nodded whilst Santana lowered her head, silently praying that Sebastian wasn't about to cause trouble.

"We have similar fashion sense too. I have a jacket just like that one. Well, had, I seem to have misplaced mine."

"Crying shame, we have to be going now."

"See you around," Sebastian called pleasantly, leaving Santana to stew in her hatred.

*•*

What were you playing at?

Santana had said a quick goodbye to Brittany before rushing home, unable to keep her cool after Sebastian's earlier stunt. However she had been feeling for him before had been extinguished.

I was being friendly to your girlfriend. What's the problem?

You know EXACTLY what the problem is, Sebastian. Don't play dumb with me. You may think you're an evil genius but you're about as clever as Yzma.

She fought the urge to growl at her phone. It was a good thing they were on the phone, she wouldn't be able to keep from yelling at him.

Did you just make a Disney reference, Lopez? Didn't think that was your style.

With a huff she threw her phone towards the wall, flopping back onto her bed. She hated him. It was official. She flicked through the Math homework she still hadn't completed. It was pointless, she couldn't concentrate on anything but Sebastian.

Any good at Math?

*•*

An hour or so later, Santana's homework was finally complete. Sebastian was wandering around her room, looking through her stuff much to Santana's annoyance.

"Are we going to talk about earlier?"

Sebastian shook his head. "Nothing to talk about, besides, I don't really fancy you yelling at me for an hour. Yzma, really?"

She snickered. "Okay, admittedly not my best, but, you did deserve it."

"I guess I did. I just wasn't prepared to see you two together." He came at sat next to her on the bed, taking her hand in his own. "I really am sorry, Santana. Also, never tell anyone I said that, would definitely ruin my image."

Santana smiled, ruffling his hair. "They won't hear it from me. It could ruin my image too."

He grinned, leaning in to kiss her. "Is this okay?" He asked hesitantly. This was new territory for them. Somehow more significant than any of the moments shared in motel beds.

She nodded, bringing her lips in to meet his. "Definitely okay," she hummed against his lips before deepening the kiss.

A knock at the door startled them apart. "Santana!"

"It's my mom," she whispered, against Sebastian's cheek. "Wait here."

She got up, answering the door as quickly as she could to prevent her mom coming into her room. "What is it?"

"A Kurt Hummel is here to see you."

Santana's heart sank to the floor as she turned to look at Sebastian whose face had gone white. "Send him in, thanks Mom." She closed the door, rushing over to Sebastian, forcing him to stand. "In the closet, quickly, please."

He followed her instructions mutely, climbing in amongst her clothes. Raising an eyebrow at some of her more risqué outfits. She groaned, rolling her eyes, before closing the door, turning back to her room in time to see Kurt coming into the room.

"Kurt, why are you here?"

"Came to ask for some help with this Spanish assignment. I have no idea how to translate any of these lyrics. Mr Schue never taught us any other the necessary words in his classes."

Santana nodded, shifting her weight before gesturing for him to sit at her desk. "What song are you singing?"

Kurt raised his eyebrows, clearly insulted that it wasn't immediately obvious to her. "Defying Gravity, of course."

Santana nodded, taking the lyric sheet off him. "Isn't there a Spanish version of the musical? Desafiando la gravedad?"

Kurt sat still, chewing his lip uncomfortably. "I come with an ulterior motive," he admitted, his speech increasing tenfold in speed. "I couldn't help but notice you were wearing a jacket very similar to one I saw on the back of that viper, Sebastian."

"You know, you'd have thought that someone so fashion conscious would know that more than one of each jacket is made, Kurt. And I don't like what you're implying."

Kurt frowned. "Look, Santana, it's none of my business. I know that. But we've already had one Romeo and Juliet romance between clubs, with Rachel and Jesse and we all know how that ended. Or, if you need a reminder we could ask the chickens."

Santana raised a hand. "Point made, Lady Hummel. But I'm with Brittany. I don't like you implying that I'm a cheater."

Kurt sighed. "Fine. If you don't want to tell me the truth, then don't. I do have to point out I remember what his cologne smells like, Blaine stank of it after we went out with him. Just be sure you know what you're doing. And remember what he did to Blaine. What he could do to you too." He picked up his sheets, not looking back at her as he left the room.

Santana remained sitting silently on the bed, not turning as she heard Sebastian leaving the closet. "I should make a joke about coming out of the closet right now…"

He laughed quietly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest.