Santana rushed from the school, trying to calm herself as she caught sight of Sebastian leaning attractively against his car. One foot was resting on a tyre, clearly doing his best to look cool without ruining the expensive paint job (she didn't know a lot about cars but she'd 'dated' Puck long enough to recognize a Mercedes when she saw one).

She darted into his outstretched arms, ignoring the stares and glares from her classmates. He was still in his Warbler's uniform. She smiled, taking a deep breath, filling her nose with the familiar scent of his cologne.

"I've missed you," she admitted bashfully, pressing her face flush against his chest. "I've had the worst day."

He hooked his index finger under her chin, pulling at her gently until she looked up at his frowning face. "What happened?"

"I told everyone. Suffices to say they didn't take it too well."

His forehead creased. "I'm sorry. It's my fault."

She nodded. "It is, yeah. But you've changed, you said it yourself. Why can't they just be happy I'm happy?"

He grinned. "Because, and I mean this as a compliment, you're the biggest bitch in Lima." He pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Listen, I think we should get going; your glee buddies look about set to kill me." He jutted his chin in the direction of the school. Santana didn't have to turn round to know that Puck had been staring at them since Santana had first accepted Sebastian's outstretched arms.

Santana refused to meet any of their furious stares, she scanned them quickly for Blaine, hoping for at least one sympathetic face. He wasn't there. She rushed round to passenger's side of Sebastian's shiny car.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care

She repeated her mantra in her head, trying to believe it. She wished it was true.

Sebastian squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

She frowned. "You shouldn't be. You make me happy. I love you, Sebastian."

He nodded, smiling gently before reaching across with his free hand to turn on the radio.

"Don't stop believing..."

She hit the off button harder than she'd intended. No. Not that song, not now.

"You don't like Journey?" Sebastian asked, his eyebrow raised as he stared out at the road.

"Yeah. It's just that's sort of New Direction's 'song'. As if I didn't feel guilty enough already."

Though she wasn't looking she could tell he was rolling his eyes at her.

"I cheated, Sebastian."

"Is that why they're angry with you?" He asked, irritation lacing his every word.

She shook her head. "Not based on their accusations of your being pure evil..."

Sebastian turned to face her, making her slightly uneasy as he weaved through the traffic. "They think I'm pure evil? Harsh."

Despite his words, Santana could hear a hint of pride in his voice. She decided to ignore it. There was no use fighting with him as well as everyone else.

She remembered Rachel's little speech by her locker as they passed Carmel High. Santana hadn't given much thought to Jesse in a long time; they'd never been big fans of each other after all, plus she'd avoided him as often as possible when she'd realized just how similar to Rachel he truly was.

Even so, she now found herself wondering about him. Wondering if Jesse regretted not fighting for Rachel. After all, despite everything, he claimed he had loved her once and they'd been a good match.

Despite her best efforts she found herself looking at Sebastian. Were they going to be any different?

She tried not to imagine herself sat in the middle of the glee club, them looking sympathetic whilst desperately trying to stop themselves saying 'I Told You So'.

"Are you alright, Lopez?"

She nodded, jarred from her reverie. "Just thinking."

Sebastian wasn't going to be another Jesse. She knew that.

"Where are we going?" She asked, realizing they'd passed the border of Lima. She hadn't even realized how long they'd been driving, she'd been so caught up in her own thoughts.

"I thought it might be nice to get out of Lima, be anonymous for a while. Not that I don't love Breadstix," he added hastily, clearly having noticed Santana getting ready to jump to the defence of her favourite restaurant. "One day, I'll take you out of state, somewhere really fancy," he promised, turning his attention from the road long enough to smile at her. One of the genuine smiles he seemed to reserve only for her.

~xXx~

They drove for another half hour before stopping at a little roadside restaurant. It was nothing special, but even Santana had to admit it was cute. The interior looked like it hadn't been touched since the 1950s. Straight out of Grease, she thought appreciatively - she'd have to remember to mention it to Blaine. There was even an old fashioned jukebox in the corner.

She was sat across from Sebastian, finishing off the last of her lasagne - a difficult feat with Sebastian insisting on holding her hand.

"Do you have to watch me?" She grumbled around a mouthful of salad.

He nodded, reaching over to wipe some sauce from her lip. "You missed some," he added, offering his thumb to her. She wrinkled her nose. "More for me," he decided, sucking the sauce from his thumb nonchalantly.

"You're disgusting," she admonished.

"You love it."

"I love you," she corrected, matching his grin with one of her own. "Do you want a dessert?"

"I can think of something better we could be doing," Sebastian winked, waving the waitress over.

Santana reached for her bag, trying to remember which pocket she'd shoved her purse in that morning.

"My treat."

Santana rolled her eyes. "I can pay for myself, Smythe."

"If I let you pay for our meal who's going to pay for the hotel?"

Santana raised her eyebrows. "Someone's feeling generous. What have I done to deserve a hotel rather than a motel?"

"I'd be a crap boyfriend if I didn't treat you to a hotel every now and then. Besides, I don't think my back can take anymore rusty motel mattress springs." He grinned again, pulling a couple of notes from his pocket and handing them to the waitress. "Keep the change."

XxXxX

A/N Sorry this is really short but I wrote in one sitting (I was left alone in the car…lady problems. UGH). I just felt this chapter had come to a natural conclusion. This one is dedicated to BlueDog720 who is very talented and leaves lovely reviews. Please R&R.