There was a moment of silence as Santana tried to process what Sebastian had just said. "You- you love me?" She whispered, blinking furiously at the tears that were threatening to overwhelm her eyes.

He nodded mutely.

"You love me?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do, I'm sorry."

Santana blinked. "Why are you sorry?"

Sebastian frowned, rolling off her before turning to face her. "Because. Well, there are so many reasons. This was supposed to be a fun thing; hate sex, if you will. And yet I had to go and pull a Patrick Verona and actually fall for you."

"Did you just make a 10 Things I Hate About You reference, Smythe?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, right, not the time to tease you about your RomCom addiction."

"As I was saying; I'm sorry because I fell for you. And I got petty so I tried to make you mad at me. Then I decided to try ignoring you. Anything to get you to stay away. I didn't mean for this to happen. I hate myself for it."

"I don't hate you for it." She stretched her arm towards him, trailing her fingers across his lips. "I hate you for not telling me and letting me think I was alone in this. You allowed me to believe you didn't feel anything."

"My acting coach would be so proud," Sebastian muttered against her fingers. "What are we going to do about this?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Do you have to make this a Shakespearean tragedy? We're going to do the right thing. I'm going to break Brittany's heart, because she deserves better than me and we will give this a shot. Okay?"

Sebastian's mouth fell open, his eyes blown wide with what appeared to Santana to be something closely resembling hope.

"I'm serious Sebastian. You have to be committed to this too. I'm not willing to break up with the most amazing girl in the world and tell my friends that I'm dating the enemy if you don't really mean this."

Sebastian smiled. "Of course I mean it."

She returned his smile before pulling him closer for a lingering kiss. "Kurt's going to be livid. Don't get left alone with him and BeDazzler," she advised, unable to keep the mirth out of her voice. "I quite like you the way you are; I'd rather not have to go on dates with you explaining you're completely covered in sequins."

Sebastian grinned.

^•^

Santana sat on the edge of Brittany's bed, chewing the inside of her cheek as she tried to build the courage to do the right thing. "Britt, we need to talk."

Brittany, who had been busy getting her equipment ready to film another episode of Fondue for Two, turned, looking at her with a worried crease in between her furrowed eyebrows. "Okay."

"Sit with me."

As Brittany joined her, Santana shrugged off her jacket; it felt wrong to be wearing Sebastian's clothes as she broke up with her girlfriend. "Look, Britt, you know I love you and that I will always care about you but I really can't do this anymore"

"Film with me? Well, that's okay. I much prefer your sweet lady kisses anyway."

Santana smiled despite herself. "Not film, sweetie. This relationship. I'm so sorry."

"You're breaking up with me?"

Santana nodded, fighting against the lump in her throat. "Brittany, listen to me. This isn't about you, okay. I love you, I really do and I probably always will. I just don't love you enough. There's someone else."

"What?"

"It was just a bit of fun, but it went too far. I-"

"Who is she?" Brittany demanded suddenly, her blue eyes watery. "Do I know her?"

Santana swallowed, her breath catching in her throat. "Brittany, it's a boy. It's Sebastian."

"You're a lesbian. You like girls. Why are you lying to yourself? Wait, Warbler Sebastian? The one who slushied Blaine?"

Santana nodded, looking down at her hands, currently curled in fists in her laps. "That's the one."

"But he-he's gay. And you're a lesbian."

Santana nodded. "That's what we thought too. I never meant for this to happen. I would never have done this to hurt you. It was an accident. Too much hatred or something. I was attracted to him. Brittany, please. Please say you'll forgive me for this. I never wanted to hurt you but I can't keep pretending."

"I think you should leave, Santana."

Santana nodded, collecting her belongings. "I really am sorry, Brittany," she sobbed as she made her way to the door.

^•^

Santana stood in front of the glee club, her stomach knotting up as she felt Artie's glare on her from where he sat, hand holding Brittany's. Clearly Brittany had felt the need to share Santana's betrayal.

"Okay, so I have something I need to say. It's important so if you idiots could just listen for a few minutes," she turned to the silent piano player and nodded for him to begin.

Our love, her trust

I might as well take a gun and put it to her head

Get it over with

I don't wanna do this

Anymore

Whoa, oh.

Anymore.

She finished the song, taking a deep breath before looking towards Brittany who very deliberately turned her attention to Artie.

"If you didn't already know," she said quietly, turning to the crowd who were looking at her in confusion. "Brittany and I broke up last night." She met Blaine's eyes as he shook her head, silently warning her against telling the rest of them what he clearly knew was coming next. "The truth is that I've been hooking up with Sebastian. For quite some time now. And I'm in love with him. Just thought you should know."

There was a moment of silence in which all Santana could hear was her own heartbeat before the room erupted in chaos.

"Are you mad?!"

"He's the enemy!"

"What were you thinking?!"

"Have you forgotten what he did?!"

"He's pure evil!"

"Alright!" Mr Schue yelled, ending the verbal onslaught almost as quickly as it had begun. "I understand why some of you are clearly upset by this news but it's Santana's choice. And in this glee club we are all about acceptance. So I think you should all respect Santana's honesty and accept her choice."

"Thanks, Mr Schue," she whispered, before looking back at her classmates. "Thanks for your support," she muttered, turning her back on them and rushing from the class room.

^•^

Later that day she was collecting books from her locker when she felt a quick, sharp tap on her shoulder. She turned, confused; no one had spoken to her since her bombshell in glee.

"Hey."

"Rachel," she acknowledged warily. "Why are you talking to me? I thought I was public enemy number one."

Rachel smiled, her eyes looking sad as she chewed on her lip. "Remember when everyone found out I was dating Jesse?"

Santana nodded. "Vividly."

"Now, I'm not saying this is anything like that. I want to believe that what you and Sebastian have is real, weird as it is, given I thought you both played for the other team-"

"Rachel."

"Right, sorry. I'm just saying, I know what you're going through. Maybe not exactly, but I want to be supportive since no one would be supportive for me."

"Oh," Santana couldn't hide her surprise. After all, she'd never been anything but awful to Rachel throughout their entire high school careers. "Thanks, I guess?"

"You're welcome. Don't worry, they'll come around. Eventually."

"Sure." She smiled at Rachel, hoping the shorter girl would take it as an indication that their conversation had come to an end. "See you around," she added, when Rachel didn't immediately leave, shutting her locker before heading to her final class of the day. Comforted by the fact she had plans to meet with Sebastian later that night.