Santana was leaning against the choir room door, watching her friends laughing. She tried not to look at Rachel and Finn, as sickeningly cute as always. It actually physically hurt how much she missed Sebastian. Not that she would ever admit that, not to anyone.

"Are you coming in?"

She flinched, nodding as she made way for Artie and Brittany, following in behind them. She took a seat as far away from everyone as she could. She missed them not talking to her. It was better than the faux pity they had begun to pile on her at every opportunity.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, not turning to face Blaine. "I just want to be alone at the moment, you understand, right?"

Blaine nodded, patting her shoulder. "I do. It's just, I don't think that's a particularly healthy response."

Santana finally looked at him. "I really don't care what you think is a healthy response, Blaine."

He blinked, nodding his head and turning to talk to Kurt instead.

She tuned everyone out for the rest of the hour.

xXxXx

Santana slammed her locker door shut, ignoring the startled looks from her neighbours.

"Santana Lopez!"

She froze.

Not now. Not here.

She turning as slowly as she could. "Sebastian," she whispered, not daring to look at him. "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't spoken to me in almost a week, Santana. You won't tell me what I've done wrong. I deserve answers."

"And I deserve a faithful boyfriend."

She was aware of the growing crowd around them but she couldn't bring herself to care.

"See, you've lost me. I have no idea what I've done to upset you."

Santana groaned. "That's the worst of it. You might not think being in a relationship means kissing other people is wrong but I do, Sebastian."

"Kissing other people? Santana what are you talking about."

"Santana, I think it's time to go," Kurt whispered, stepping forward, tugging on her arm.

"She's not going anywhere with you, Lady!"

Santana winced as Sebastian grabbed her other arm, pulling her from Kurt's grip. "Let go of me!"

Instead of doing as she asked, Sebastian pulled her closer, slamming his lips against hers, teeth hitting together painfully. She sighed, almost allowing herself to fall into the kiss, her arms aching to wrap around his neck. She wrenched herself away, glaring into his pleading eyes before slapping him, the resounding 'smack' shocking even her.

"It's over, Sebastian. Please, just leave me alone."

With that she allowed Kurt to lead her away, pulling her unwillingly towards Math. She hated Math.

xXxXx

Santana was sprawled on her bed, books surrounding her as she half-heartedly listened to her Michael Jackson playlist. As Smooth Criminal began to play she allowed a single tear to fall from her eye before swatting it away.

She hit the pause button, irritated with herself for becoming such a stereotypical broken hearted teenage girl. What had Sebastian done with Santana? Maybe it was time Snixx came out to play, just for a while, at least until she'd repaired the damage to her heart.

Her phone vibrated. She sighed, looking at the notification.

I know you told me to leave you alone. I just need to talk to you.

She typed out a quick message, wishing he would just leave her alone, she wanted to grieve their relationship and get over it. Quickly. Even if that did mean going back to Puck for a week or two.

Sebastian, it's over. Please, just give me some space, I'm not ready to talk to you.

She half debated turning her phone off but something stopped her. She didn't want to admit it, but despite everything he'd done she just couldn't stop wanting to speak to Sebastian.

Santana. I'm begging here. Please.

Santana frowned. Against her better judgement she couldn't help but want to hear what he had to say.

Fine.

She stared at her phone, waiting impatiently for his reply. She had to know the truth about what had happened. Was he just going to deny it? Was he going to claim it was just a drunken mistake? She had to know.

Thank you. Look, you accused me of being unfaithful, Santana. You have to tell me who told you that. I need to know what I'm up against here!

You don't deny it?

I don't know what I'm supposed to be denying. Tell me. Please?

He was a damn good liar. She had to give him that. She could almost believe that he genuinely didn't know what she was talking about. At least, if she didn't see the picture of him kissing some random guy every time she closed her eyes.

I saw, Sebastian.

She curled in on herself. She'd been right before. She wasn't ready to talk about this. It hurt too much.

That doesn't help me know what's going on. Saw what?

Someone sent Blaine a picture of what you did. I saw it. You could've just told me. When you said you loved me I believed you. I love you Sebastian. You let me love you. You let me believe that you loved me. If it was just a game to you why did you let it go so far?

She typed furiously, blinking back the tears that were threatening to overwhelm her eyes. She could barely see past them as she hit the send button.

I do love you. You know I love you.

Wait, what picture?

The one of you kissing that guy, Sebastian. Someone took a picture of it and sent it to Blaine. You couldn't even tell me yourself, you just let yourself get caught.

What guy? Santana, I swear to you I haven't kissed any guys since I told you I loved you. I mean, I haven't kissed any girls either. It's just you.

I want to believe you. You don't know how much I want to believe you.

Then give me a chance to prove it to you, please Santana. You know me.

Meet me in the Lima Bean tomorrow at 2.

XxXxX

A/N Okay, so this is a bit shit and very short, but it's really just another filler chapter. If you've figured out what might be happening and who's involved. Bravo to you. I'd love to hear you theories in your reviews! Also, if you want to hear a song that's literally perfect for these two in this fic listen to Little Mix's Secret Love Song Part II. Seriously. It's so Sebtana (at least in my version of events).