"So this is your house huh?"
Santana's heels clicked as she crossed the marble flooring. Sebastian's house was huge. It had two stairs leading up to a balcony, gold trim along the cream walls, and a giant gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling. And this was only the foyer.
"Yup." Sebastian said, taking Santana's jacket from her. "We like to live in class."
"You won't find much class Ohio." Santana replied, pursing her lips.
"We can find it anywhere. And we can always afford it." He winked at her before heading to the coat closet.
"How did you afford all this anyway?" Santana called.
"My dad is a state's attorney, as you know. And my mom is a retired model." Sebastian walked back over to her. " And the fact that we won the lottery helped." He shrugged.
Santana's jaw dropped. "You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope."
"You won the lottery?"
"We have a lot of luck." Sebastian laughed.
"And you honestly expect me to believe that your mom is a model?"
"Believe it."
"Fine." Santana put her hands on her hips. "Who is she?"
"Kathy Ireland?" Sebastian tilted his head. "Maybe you've heard of her?"
"Your mom is not Kathy Ireland." Santana sneered.
"She is, actually." Sebastian said.
"That's not even possible!" Santana yelled.
"Calm down Santana." Sebastian chuckled. "But it is. When she dropped of the face of the Earth for a few years? It was to have me. Illegitimately, of course." His eyes glinted.
"So, there's no chance of you seeing her?" Santana asked.
"Nope." He shook his head. "Not unless it's when her husband and kids aren't around." His smile dimmed a little.
"I'm sorry." Santana wasn't sure how to help him. "I'm still in awe though. And not sure if I believe it."
"Follow me." Sebastian turned down a hall and Santana trailed behind. They stopped in front of a frame with four pictures.
One was Sebastian being held as a baby by a beautiful woman and a handsome man. The next was Sebastian with his mom on his fifth birthday; a birthday hat falling off his head. The next was of Sebastian at thirteen, standing next to his bikini-clad mother on the beach. The last was Sebastian behind the wheel of a yellow mustang, grinning like a loon, with his mother laughing besides him.
"She really is you mom." Santana said, staring at the pictures.
"Told you." Sebastian said. "But what's the deal with your parents? Are they cool or what?"
"My parents are great. Very accepting. My grandmother on the other hand…" Santana trailed off, thinking of Brittney and feeling miserable all over again.
"Ah. She kick you out?"
"Yeah." Santana closed her eyes and breathed in deep breaths through her nose.
"I know the feeling." Sebastian flicked a picture frame. "My grandfather can't even look at me anymore."
"Sucks, right?" Santa asked, eyes still close.
"More then anyone knows."
When Santana opened her eyes she say Sebastian pouring a liquid into two crystal glasses. "Scotch?" He grinned, holding a glass out to her.
"I thought you promised tequila." Santana frowned.
"Did I? I thought I promised Scotch."
Santana rolled her eyes but took the glass. Who turns down free alcohol?
"Do you think your grandma will ever accept you?" Sebastian inquired, looking at her over the rim of his glass.
Santana shook her head. "No. I mean, maybe. But I doubt it. I won't have the chance to fix things anyway." She turned her eyes downward to her glass.
"Hey." Santana felt Sebastian lift her chin up to meet his solemn eyes. "Things will all work out. And if he can't accept you, then screw her."
Santana laughed. "It's not that easy."
"Maybe not." Sebastian leaned back against the wall. "But you might not even be a lesbian, so."
"What do you mean I'm not a lesbian?" Santana growled.
"Come on Santana. One girl crush doesn't make you a lesbian. It makes you a typical teenager figuring her sexuality out." Sebastian shrugged. "Don't label yourself."
"I'm not labeling myself." Santana responded angrily. "Why would I come out and subject myself to all this shit if I wasn't sure?"
"Are you sure that you're sure? Because I don't think you are." Sebastian poured himself another glass.
"Of course I'm sure! I loved Brittney!" Santana shrieked. "I still do!"
"Uh huh. Ok, let's see. How many guys have you ever had a crush on?" Sebastian asked.
"What are you doing Sebastian? I liked boys because that's what I was supposed to do." Santana rolled her eyes, impatience toward the Warbler building up inside.
"Just answer. How many boys have you liked?"
"Well." Santana huffed. "There was George Tritt is second grade, Fisher Lights in third… why are we doing this again?"
"Keep going." Sebastian insisted.
"Larry Young in fourth grade, Daniel Tate is fifth… do these even count?"
"Of course they count." Sebastian said, pouring more scotch in her glass. "Go."
Santana rolled her eyes again. "Sun Wu, David Break, and a couple others in sixth through eighth. Elliot Maynard in ninth. Then of course Puck, Finn and Sam along with a few others after that." She shrugged.
"Ok." Sebastian smiled. "And how many girls have you liked?"
"Um." Santana went quiet. "Brittney."
"Just Brittney?"
"Just Brittney."
"Not Rachel? She's pretty once you get past the whole self-obsessed thing."
"Like you have room to call someone self-obsessed." Santana scoffed. "And no, not Rachel."
Sebastian nodded. "Quinn? She's gorgeous."
"Crazy Quinn? Nah. She's too busy being gay for Berry."
"Hmmm. Tina? Mercedes? Any of the other Cheerios?" Sebastian asked.
Santana shook her head.
"Right." Sebastian grinned. "I personally think you're bisexual if anything."
"Bisexual like you?" Santana sneered.
"Pretty much." His smirk returned. "You can like both Santana, I understand."
Rage grew inside of her. "You selfish prick." She gritted her teeth. "You don't know anything about me" She knocked his glass out of hands and it shattered on the floor. He looked at it in amusement. "And Kurt was right, you really do look like a meerkat."
There was silence except for Santana panting angrily. Sebastian didn't look angry; in fact, he looked just the opposite.
"I'm sorry if I offended you Santana," he said, laughter dancing in his voice. " I'm not saying it's wrong to be gay, I'm just saying that I think you should be open-minded to the fact that you still find boys attractive."
"And why do you think I think that?" Santana asked, cocking her head to the side.
Sebastian moved so quickly, Santana was taken aback. He grabbed her waist, pulling her against his chest in a single second.
"Because," he said, mouth next to her ear, finger trailing lazily down the side of her neck. "I can tell that you're attracted to me."
Sebastian smelled like hair gel, scotch, and some expensive perfume he probably got from his mother in France. It made her dizzy. "I'm in love with Brittney." She said, mentally hitting herself over how wobbly her voice came out.
"So? Don't fight it Santana. I can make you feel all better." Sebastian said, nipping her ear.
Santana sighed deeply as Sebastian moved his hands down her back, up her sides, across her stomach. "I don't know." She murmured, as Sebastian pressed his lips to her neck, making a trail down it.
"Santana." Sebastian pulled her tighter. "You know you want this."
"I…" But Sebastian's lips cut off her protests, opening hers with his in unison, allowing his tongue to slip between her teeth and explore her mouth, while one of his hands grip her tightly and the other pushed her hair away from her neck.
He turned, still connected to her, and pushed her against his wall, ignoring the picture frames that dropped off the wall and hit the floor with a crash. She moved her hands up his arms, so that her finger could run through his hair, while one of his hands crept up her thigh.
Sebastian bit her bottom lip, pulling away from her face. He only released her lip to ask "Are you sure you don't want this?"
"Which way to your bedroom?" Santana wondered, before grabbing Sebastian's Warbler tie, and tugging him back down to her again.