Blaine had agreed to give them some space and was currently checking his mom was okay after drinking his father's whiskey. As a result, Santana was sat in what felt like an awkward standoff with Sebastian who was perched on Blaine's desk chair in the opposite corner of the room.

"You said it was important," Santana said finally, feeling fidgeting as she noticed how uncomfortable Sebastian looked amongst Blaine's possessions.

"You know, my parents would be more than happy to let you stay with them. They're hardly ever around so you wouldn't be a problem at any rate."

You wouldn't be a problem at any rate. Such a lovely proposal.

Santana sighed. "I'm happy here, Sebastian. The Andersons have been good to me." And I don't want to be confronted by reminders of you all day. She left her thoughts unspoken.

"Santana." Sebastian frowned, shrugging his shoulders. "It's your choice. Just keep my offer in mind."

"Are you ever going to get to the point? What was so important that you had to come all the way from Dalton to talk to me?"

Sebastian stood, beginning to pace as he ran his hand through his hair. "IsplitupwithThad."

The words came out as a jumbled mess, causing Santana to be uncertain she'd heard him correctly. "What?"

"I split up with Thad," Sebastian repeated, looking almost confused in his desperation. "Actually, we were never together. We didn't even hook up. I wanted to but I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't because he wasn't you."

Santana sighed. "Sebastian, don't. I swear I will punch you in the jaw if you keep doing this to me. We can't keep dangling false promises in front of each other."

He sighed, sitting next to her on the bed. "I'm not. I promise. You made your feelings for me, or lack of, quite clear. I just thought I should tell you. I made a mistake. I was so angry with you and I needed a distraction. Thad just so happened to be there. I didn't mean to hurt you. I've never meant to hurt you, you have to believe me."

"I do. I've been thinking about what you said in the Lima Bean, I hated you for that, really hated you, but you were right. What I did was stupid and childish, I didn't think about you when I did it, I was being selfish and I didn't care about lying to you because we'd both lied to each other so many times."

Sebastian opened his mouth to interrupt her.

"Don't. I'm not finished, not by a long shot. We both need to grow up. If only for the fact that we're going to be parents. We're having a baby." Saying those words still felt foreign to her. "We can't keep putting ourselves through this mess of a relationship. You were right, it's not healthy."

Sebastian sighed again, his green eyes desperate as the bore into her own. "Nor is being apart."

She flinched as he took her hand. "No, don't."

"I know you said you don't love me, I understand why you feel that way but surely we owe it to our baby to give this a real go? The pair of us deserve to be happy for once, right?"

She shook her head. "I was happy and I screwed it up. I don't want to do that again. Not with a baby involved. Don't make me choose."

"What choice is there? Be miserable without each other – don't pretend you don't miss me. You'd have kicked me out by now if that was true, or possibly punched me in the face

. We wouldn't keep finding our way back together – or give being in an adult relationship a chance? Santana, please. I know which you want. I know you."

"Don't tell me what I do and don't want. You don't get to make my decisions for me, Sebastian. That's not how this works."

They stared at each other in silence before Sebastian cursed under his breath, using the hand that was holding hers to pull her closer. He met her wide eyes, his gaze darting from one to the other as if searching for something. It seemed he found whatever he was looking for as he grasped her face between his hands, bringing their lips together with a desperation Santana hadn't been expecting.

Santana hadn't realised just how much she'd missed him until her hands were buried in his hair, desperately pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against one another. She felt herself climbing into Sebastian's lap, never breaking their kiss. She could smell his cologne as it invaded her nose, his hair was slick from the gel he'd covered it in. She didn't care, all she cared about was how right this felt. How well they fit together.

Sebastian lay back against the bed, pulling her down with him, still managing not to break their kiss. He pulled away only to breath harshly against her neck, pressing kisses to her jugular. "I've missed you so much," he whispered against her skin.

The door opened suddenly. "Oh no you don't!"

The two pulled apart sheepishly.

"I'm glad you're back together and revelling in your love or whatever but please don't do it on my bed. Mom's set up the spare room for Santana. For goodness sake, can't you two keep your hands to yourselves for five minutes?"

He winked at Santana as Sebastian hurriedly clambered from the bed. Santana grinned.

"I swear if you keep me up with your make up sex I won't be responsible for my actions."

Santana rolled her eyes. "You love it really, Bow Ties."

Blaine flipped the bird before directing Santana towards the spare room, Sebastian trailed after her, avoiding eye contact with Blaine. They were going to have to get over their awkwardness whilst Santana was living in Blaine's house. It was going to be so tedious otherwise.

XXxXx

Santana awoke to the sound of her phone buzzing. She rolled, groaning as she tried not to wake Sebastian whilst reaching for her phone.

Revenge achieved. Operation Seahorse is complete.

Santana squinted at the bright screen, confused.

Before she could compose a fitting response another message came through, this one with an attached file.

Santana clicked open with some trepidation, trying to convince herself that Rachel would never send anything too gross to her. The file opened slowly, the picture loading leisurely from bottom to top, pixilation easing as it did so. When it had finally loaded, Santana dropped her phone in shock, before picking it up again to inspect the image.

Whatever she had been expecting, it had not been that. The image she was confronted with was a very bald Puck. A very bald Puck who also had no eyebrows to speak of.

Santana bit back the hysterical laugh that played on her lips; it was barely six am after all.

How'd you manage that?

She demanded before turning her attention to waking a quietly snoring Sebastian. She shook him gently, earning herself a gentle smack on the nose.

"Okay, now it's war," she grinned, grabbing the glass of water she'd had on the bedside table and dumping it over Sebastian's comfortably sleeping frame.

His eyes shot open as he sat up spluttering, shaking his hair and rubbing at his nose. It was quite the picture.

"Morning, babe."

His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the now empty glass in her hand.

"Sleep well?"

Her phone bleeped again, pulling her attention from the still bleary eyed Sebastian.

I might have gotten Finn to give him hair removal cream under the pretence it was conditioner. I was just going for bald, he's always hated having no hair, but apparently he washes his eyebrows too.

Santana grinned before yelping as Sebastian threw himself on top of her, balancing his weight on his hands as he pinned them at either side of her head.

"Get off me, Twink. Did you know you look even more like a meerkat from this angle? I hope our baby inherits my looks."

He rolled his eyes, leaning forward expectantly and frowning when she rolled away. "What?"

"You have the worst morning breath, Seb."

"Yours doesn't smell of roses, Sweetheart." He hollowed his cheeks and blew in her face, grinning as she squirmed away with a disgusted expression.

"If you want to know why I woke you up you will roll away, like now."

Sebastian did so, quirking an eyebrow at her. "This had better be good, it's not even seven am."

She chucked her phone at him with an added eye roll. "First message. I'm going for a shower."

"Wait, I'll join you."

Santana wrinkled her nose. "No deal, Smythe. I don't think Mrs Anderson would appreciate anything like that. Keep it in your pants, just this once, garbage breath."

"She has a gay son and a pregnant teenager under her roof. I think us being in the shower, completely innocently of course, would be the least of her worries."

Santana grabbed one of the towels Mrs Anderson had left out for her and her freshly cleaned Cheerios uniform. She was going to have to risk a trip home to pick up some of her stuff, she was beginning to miss wearing jeans. Not that they were going to fit her much longer.

"By the way, Mrs Anderson booked an ultrasound appointment for me, you can join me if you'd like?"

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A/N Only the epilogue left to go. I'm going to miss this story so much! Thank you to EVERYONE who has supported this story and reviewed etc. You are all amazing. By the way, the next Sebtana fic I'm going to be writing is going to be based on You've Got Mail (Tom Hanks & Meg Ryan). So hopefully, you'll all tune into that one too. I'm also going to be uploading a Christmas themed ficlet based on this story on Christmas Eve!