Santana tugged Sebastian's jacket tighter around her, breathing in the faded smell of his all too familiar cologne. She looked at the clock, time seemed to be moving much slower than usual. She had arrived at the Lima Bean fifteen minutes early, it felt like it had been an eternity but the hands of clock suggested it had barely been two minutes.

She sipped at her coffee, wincing as the hot liquid slowly burnt its way down her throat. She looked at the clock again. Ten minutes before Sebastian was supposed to arrive. She sighed. Part of her was tempted to leave. She didn't want to see him. Whatever excuse he could come up with wouldn't be worth hearing. It wouldn't change what he'd done.

Then why are you wearing his jacket?

An irritating voice in her head questioned. In all honesty she didn't know the answer to that herself. It seemed foolish to wear his jacket to meet him, as though it might give him false hope that she was willing to forgive him and get back together. She had, after all, dug it up from the bottom of her closet where it had lain for days, gone but never out of her mind. Just like Sebastian himself.

Eight minutes left.

She sighed. This was ridiculous, since when had she been a love-struck fool staring at the clock? The Santana of a few months ago would have been sickened at the sight of her. Her hair was lank, it hadn't been in its signature high pony tail for almost a week, and it hadn't been washed in four days. What was the point?

Five minutes.

She turned her attention from the clock to the door. She'd finished her coffee. She passed the empty cup from hand to hand. She'd debated getting Sebastian a coffee, she knew his order after all, but had ultimately decided against it. She didn't want him thinking she cared enough to remember silly little details like that one. Yet, as she looked at the door, waiting for him to arrive she realised that she did want him to know that she cared. Of course she knew seemingly inconsequential things like his coffee order. She loved him. She wanted him to realise just how much his betrayal had hurt her and cost him. She was a catch.

He was late.

Great. He was going to stand her up. Rub salt into the wound after everything he'd already done. Just what she needed. She sighed. She'd been an idiot to arrange a meeting with him. This just proved it. Her phone vibrated.

I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic is terrible. I'll be there as soon as I can.

She frowned as a second text came through.

Please don't leave. I'm on my way, I swear.

The idiot was texting behind the wheel. She shuddered at the thought of him being involved in an accident trying to convince her to hear him out. She resolved to stay. Just so that she would be responsible for anything like that.

Another fifteen minutes passed. Santana was almost ready to give up, pack her things away and leave. Something stopped her.

"Oh, thank God you're still here!"

She looked up as Sebastian sat in the chair across from her. "You're late."

He narrowed his eyes. "I told you I was stuck in traffic!"

"I've been here for almost an hour!"

"Santana, you said to meet at two, not half past one. I'm only twenty minutes late."

"Only?"

Sebastian groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Look, we came here to talk, not argue more."

She nodded, agreeing readily. The last thing either of them needed was another argument. Especially about something as inane as time keeping.

"It's been a long time, Santana."

"Sebastian, it's barely been a week. That's not a long time. You said you wanted to explain. So explain."

Sebastian looked at her, his eyes hurt by her abrupt tone. "You accused men of cheating, Santana. What would make you think I would ever do that to you?"

"I have the proof, Sebastian," she slid her phone across to him.

She had spent the previous evening, after agreeing to meet Sebastian, begging Blaine to send her the picture. At first he claimed he'd deleted it - a fact Santana knew to be a lie, he kept all his texts for later use in arguments, he'd done so to her on several occasions - before admitting that was a lie. Instead he tried to convince her it wouldn't be healthy for him to send it to her. That it would just cause her further pain. In the end he'd acquiesced, stating he wasn't to blame for anything that came of him handing the picture over.

"Where did you get this?" Sebastian demanded, staring intently at her phone.

"It was sent to Blaine, when we went out to Breadstix after Regionals. Everyone saw."

Sebastian nodded slowly. "Someone's trying to break us up."

Santana sighed. "Well, they succeeded. Didn't they?"

Sebastian's eyes widened minutely. "You can't mean, it's just a fight. We fight. That's sort of our thing."

"Okay, someone's watched The Notebook one too many times. This isn't some cheesy romance movie, this is real life. I don't feel like I can trust you anymore. I can't be in another relationship based on lies and distrust."

"Santana. Did you look at this picture? Really look, I mean?"

Santana shook her head. "I was too busy being embarrassed for telling everyone you'd changed only to be proven wrong. I sort of threw Blaine's phone back at him and ran."

He nodded, evidently not as surprised by her outburst as Blaine had been. "So you didn't take the time to think about everything we'd been through? Or how many times I told you I love you?"

She sighed. "There was a message that came with it. Something along the lines of 'he was using her. He took it too far'. What am I supposed to make of that? What would you have done?"

He grabbed her hand. "Of course I would have been angry. I'm not going to deny that. Unlike you, however, I would have immediately tried to find out if it was true. Perhaps they don't mean that much to you but the words 'I love you' mean a lot to me. I wouldn't say them lightly. Santana, even I'm not that good an actor. We've always been honest with each other. I would've told you about all this, before you broke up with Brittany. I may be a horrible person but I'm not that cruel."

She desperately wanted to believe him and looking in his pleading eyes she was almost tempted to just let her walls crumble down. There was, however, still the matter of the picture. "What about the picture?" She whispered. "You going to tell me it's photo shopped?"

Sebastian shook his head, running his thumb across her knuckles. "I don't know why anyone still has that. I think it's from Wes's graduation party. I'd had too much to drink – fake IDs are brilliant things – and someone dared me to surprise kiss Wes. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Why anyone still has that I don't know. It was just a bit of fun. Almost a year ago. I mean, look at my hair."

He tapped on the phone screen with his free hand, zooming in on the blurry image. The pixilation worsened but Santana suddenly understood what Sebastian was talking about. The hair in the image was a good inch or so longer than it was now.

"Oh."

He nodded. "Someone's trying to break us up. I want to know who." He stared at her for a minute before leaning across the table and kissing her.

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A/N OMG. I updated twice in one day. You guys should be honoured! Anyway, they're being set up! Who would do that?! Theories in your reviews, please! And yes, I know they might seem a little OOC but remember how broken up Santana was when she realised she had feelings for Brittany and she didn't agree to dump Artie for her? Yeah, I'm using that. Besides, we only really get to see one side of Sebastian in the show.