Santana stopped and stared.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked, voice quivering.
"What else can it mean?" Sebastian said, yanking his head up to look her in the eye. "I actually care for you." He shook his head. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"So you care!" Sputtered Santana. "Big deal! You can use someone you care about! No problem!"
"No, Santana, you can't." Sebastian looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "Were you able to use Brittney?"
Santana fumbled for words, but she knew Sebastian was right.
"So, I'm not having sex with you." Sebastian's looking at her started to make Santana feel uncomfortable.
"Should I leave, or…?" Santana made a gesture of walking out the door.
"No," Sebastian shook his head. "You don't have to do that."
"No? Then what should I do, because frankly, I don't know if I should feel uncomfortable or what, about this situation."
"Has no one ever said they cared about you?" Sebastian laughed.
"Very few." Santana said, her voice serious.
Sebastian was quiet for a minute. "Let's play a drinking game."
"A drinking game?" Santana laughed. "Seriously?"
"Yeah." Sebastian stood, pouring two shots, handing one to her and keeping another for himself. "How's a little Never Have I ever? It's my guilty pleasure."
"Fine." Santana smirked. "You first."
"Well," Sebastian grinned. "I've lost count of how many people I've had sex with."
Santana threw the liquid into her mouth, and swallowed. "Hm. I've only had sex with one girl."
Sebastian laughed, took a shot. "I've had way more then that. I've never thought of any girl from your school sexually. Besides Quinn, once. And you of course."
Santana rolled her eyes as she took another shot. "Cheater."
Sebastian grinned. "Your turn."
"I've never tried to steal a gay guy's boyfriend." Santana replied.
Sebastian sighed, another shot. "I like the challenge." He leveled his blue eyes on her's. "That's probably why I like you."
Santana ignored him. "Go."
Sebastian laughed a little. "I've hijacked a car."
"Seriously?" Santana gaped.
"Yeah. It was one of the few bad ass moments I've had." Sebastian laughed again.
"I've got to hear this story."
Sebastian was quiet for a minute. "It was on my mother's second wedding." He twirled his finger in his shot glass absent-mindedly. "I saw her dancing with her new husband, and I looked over and saw my dad, sloppily drunk, hitting on a guest, when he looked at my mom, and it was like, he was crushed. Like someone had ripped out his heart. And I…" He shook his head. "I fucked the flower girl in the closet, and all I could see was his face. I even got a blowjob for good measure, from some guy who was coming on to me but…" he trailed off, his eyes haunted. "I realized, neither of them could even love each other enough to fight for each other, so how could they possibly love me? How could they love the spawn of something they couldn't have or want? And I couldn't stand it. I just took the car and left."
"I didn't go back until the wedding was nearly over and when I did," he paused to let out a humorless laugh. "Nobody even noticed I was gone."
Santana leaned over and took his hand, running her thumb over his fingers. "I don't know why I'm tell you all this." He frowned. "Drinking normally makes me fun, not weepy."
"Don't worry, I won't tell." Santana looked up at him, and she wasn't sure how much the alcohol had to do with it; but she didn't just see an attractive boy, she saw something much bigger then that. She saw Sebastian for himself. Stripped down, raw, and human, not some man-whore who could sweet talk his way into anything he wanted. She saw Sebastian as the insecure human being he actually was.
And she admired him.
Maybe she was starting to care for him back.