Santana groaned as her alarm clock trilled shrilly in her ear. There was no good reason to be up this early on a Saturday. She was tempted to stand Sebastian up rather than meet him but she couldn't bring herself to make the phone call. Besides, the news she had for him was important, if not certain. He deserved to know the truth. Even if it turned out to be nothing.

She tugged her dress over her hips, giving herself a cursory glance in the mirror. She looked good, always did. She walked over to her closet, perusing her jacket collection before sighing. None of them felt as good on her as Sebastian's did. She reluctantly pulled the jacket on, inhaling the faint smell of Sebastian's cologne that still clung to it. She smoothed the dark blue fabric down, admiring her reflection once more before climbing into her boots. She was a knockout. Just like she had to be if this meeting was going to go her way. She knew what she wanted, she only hoped he wanted it too.

*x*

Half an hour later she was sat across from Sebastian, holding her coffee tightly – she had tried to pretend that Sebastian remembering her coffee order didn't make her feel warm inside. He was looking through the file Rachel had put together – 'alphabetical, then color coded!' – keeping her eyes trained on his intense gaze.

"Rachel's pretty thorough, huh?"
Santana nodded. "Yeah, I think it's something about being the most talented person in the world or whatever. Everything has to be perfect. For once, I'm sort of grateful."

Sebastian nodded. "Have you read this?"
Santana shook her head. "Only in parts, I kind of got bored listening to her going on about it after a while," she admitted guiltily. "Why?"

Sebastian slid the file across to her, tapping a page with his index figure. "She's narrowed her suspect field down. What do you think?"
Santana blinked, grabbing the file and pulling it closer. "She has us down as suspects?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Makes sense, when you think about it. Creates drama and clearly worked in getting most of your friends back on side. Look at the others."
"Can't believe she put me as number one." Santana continued to look down the list, complete with pictures and profiles of each of them. "She might be onto something, actually, Sebastian."
He nodded, taking the file off her. "I thought the same. Who caught your eye?"

Santana frowned, unsure of whether to share her concerns with him. "Puck," she admitted eventually. "It's just something he said, just before the picture came in. He was trying to get me to sleep with him again."

Sebastian growled lowly.

"I said no, obviously, but he got upset. He seemed frustrated with me not wanting to get back with him. He made a comment about your sexuality and my cheating. Now that I think about it, he was the only one who didn't look surprised when I ran out of Breadstix in tears. Still, where would he have gotten the picture?"

Sebastian shook his head. "That's what we need to find out."
Santana nodded, opening her mouth to speak before pausing, embarrassed. "Seb?"

He looked up at her, his pale eyes meeting her darker ones with an almost frightening intensity. "Yeah?"

"My parents are out of town for the weekend, I have the house to myself. I was wondering if you wanted to come over mine."

He blinked, it seemed her had not been expecting her offer. That was somehow comforting. "I thought you wanted space?"

Santana nodded, she couldn't exactly deny it. She'd demanded it on several occasions both face to face and over text. "I know. I miss you, though. It's been so long." She ran foot up his leg in a gesture that used to make the guys at her school turn to jelly. Sebastian however, was watching her almost unblinkingly.
"Are you sure? I don't want to do this if you're just going to regret it and go back to wanting space afterwards. I've missed you so much, Santana."

She reached across the table, grabbing his hand. "I'm sure, Sebastian. I love you."

*x*

Santana lay sprawled across Sebastian, stroking his arm hair absentmindedly as he hummed Smooth Criminal againstherhair. "I've missed you so much," she whispered.

She could feel his smile against her hair as he stopped humming. "Me or the sex?"

Santana laughed, unable to resist his charm. "You're not that good, Smythe." She wriggled her pinkie finger in the air. Giggling as he tugged on her hair in retaliation.

"You're going to regret that, Lopez," he laughed, rolling them over so he was hovering above her. "Apologise."

She shook her head, trying to pull herself free as he pinned her arms above her head. "Nope."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, leaning forward until their noses were touching. "Say you're sorry, Santana."

She grinned, blinking innocently up at him. "I didn't do anything," she said stubbornly, wriggling beneath him. He groaned.

"Oh no you don't," he muttered, pulling her legs together with his knees. "You're not going to distract me."

She raised her eyebrows at his surety. "You sure?"

He nodded, eyes widening as she surged upwards, catching his lips with hers, pulling his lower lips between her teeth and biting down gently. "Fine," he moaned, releasing her legs. "You win."
She grinned against his lips. "Seb, there's something important I need to tell you."
He nodded, pressing kisses against her jaw. "Tell me."
"Sebastian, that's distracting," she gasped as he kissed her collarbone. "Can you listen to me? Keep your hormones in check, just for a minute?"
"Are you about to tell me you're a lesbian? Because I'm pretty sure we've been there, done that, at this point. Besides, it wouldn't exactly surprise me that you couldn't handle me."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Can you be serious? Just for a second?"

"Sorry, I'm just so happy we're back together- " He froze, stumbling over his words as he tried to correct himself. "Not that I'm saying we're back together, I don't think that."

"I almost miss you being an ass," Santana sighed, pressing her fingers to his lips, shutting him up quite effectively. "Besides, I agree, of course we're back together. I don't just sleep with people I'm not dating."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"Anymore."
"What's wrong then?" Sebastian asked, suddenly serious as he leant back on his elbow, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You know you can tell me absolutely anything."

Santana sucked in a breath. She steeled herself for his reaction. No taking it back once she'd said it. "Sebastian, I think I'm pregnant.

xXxXx

A/N You are all so, so lovely. Everyone who reviewed the last chapter was so sweet. You're all amazing. This chapter is dedicated to gabbieg who gave this story it's second review and has remained supportive ever since! Please R&R!