Santana unlocked the door of her house with her house keys, she pushed open the door quickly and peered around the house.

"Hello?" She called, "Is anybody home?" But all that rendered throughout the house was silence. With a grin on her face she turned around to Sebastian and grabbed his red expensive jumper and pulled him through the door. She shut the door quickly and turned around to face him. His eyes wandered around the house warily, afraid in case somebody was actually home and they hadn't heard her. She tilted her head and looked at him with a smirk on her face. "What?" She asked him to which his head snapped towards her quickly and he shook his head.

"Nothing," he replied with his head shaking quickly and nervously.

"There's something wrong," she said to him, "You're afraid, aren't you? I bet you're still a virgin."

"Me, a virgin?" He laughed cynically, "Please." He stepped towards her and pointed at his face, "Have you not seen this face? Girls just keep falling at my feet when they see this."

"I never," she shrugged and folded her arms across her chest, "But then again, I knew how much of an asshole you really were."

"Then why are you wanting to sleep with me now?" He questioned her with a smirk on his face.

"Because," she pushed him the chest, "I need to get my mind off something, and having sex with you is the best option."

"Oh," he replied with widen, delightful eyes.

"Are you disappointed with that?" She asked him, "Because if you thought that we were just gonna have sex because I had a thing for you then you just better leave through the door now."

"Oh no," he answered, "I'm okay with that, I just honestly thought that you wanted to have sex with me because I was being charming with you."

"Oh I do," she nodded, "But I want to have sex with you so I can take my mind off things, is that okay with you?"

"Muh," he shrugged his shoulders, "I've had sex for worse reasons." He smirked and leaned down to her, crashing his lips against hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she tiptoed to reach his height. He bent down and grabbed underneath her knees and lifted her up in the air, she wrapped her legs around his waist and deepened the kiss by sliding her slippery tongue into his mouth, their tongues colliding one with one another as they played tonsil tennis with one another. Her hands reached up into his gelled hair as she laced her fingers through it, his hair sticking up where her fingers had been and the sound of moaning echoed throughout their mouths. "Where are we gonna do it?" He muttered into her mouth. She pulled away from him and looked around the house.

"Well," she answered, "There's always the living room where we have a sofa," she shrugged her shoulders, "But we would most probably end up on the floor because I'm that wild." Sebastian smirked at her and raised his eyebrows quickly. "There's also the dining room," she suggested, "But if we did it on the table, I'd feel bad because my parents would have to eat off that," she looked around the house, "There's also the bathroom because it wouldn't be the first time that I've done it in there." Sebastian's eyes lit up and his grin appeared on his face, "And then there's always the traditional way in my bedroom," her gaze turned back to his, "So, what would prefer?"

"Well," he smirked, "I liked the idea of the wild sex in the living room."

"Done," she responded by crashing her lips onto his and kissing him passionately once more. He returned the kiss as they both slide their tongues together erotically, their breathing quickened along with their heart rates. Sebastian turned on his heels guessing which room the living room was, he slowly stepped towards the living room door, his hand sliding up to her ass and stroked his fingertips against her dress, his hand grasped her ass firmly and a moan exploded up her throat which caused a smirk to appear on his face whilst kissing her. They finally made it into the living room and he made his way over to the sofa, his eyes glanced down at the sofa remembering what she'd said to him, he smirked to himself and shook his head ever so slightly, his eyes returned back to hers as he closed his eyes and continued with the kissing. He took a step towards the coffee table in the centre of the room accidentally knocking his shin against it, he ignored the pain but winced into the kiss, he lean't forward and gently placed her down on the coffee table, her legs were still wrapped around his waist and her fingers laced through his hair, he trailed the kiss down from her lips, down her chin and trailing his kiss down to her neck, his lips sucking on her neck gently, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a moan exploded in her throat. Sebastian smirked into the kiss and raised his head up to face her.

"Wow," he smirked, "If I'm only kissing your neck and you're moaning, what will you be like when I get to the good stuff?"

"No talking," she murmured, "Continue with what you're doing."

"Yes ma'am," he teased with a smirk on his face as he lowered himself down to her neck and carried on kissing it. Santana rolled her head to the side with her eyes closed enjoying the pleasure that Sebastian was giving her and she knew that it was only the start, the guy knew how to use his lips, he knew how to pleasure somebody and all this time she had no idea about it. But she was glad, she was glad now because the only thing on her mind was his lips against her skin. His hands trailed down her body with his fingertips stroking her skin softly, caressing them and making her skin tingle, the hairs on her skin standing and goose bumps appearing across her skin. His hands reached down to the bottom of her dress and he slowly placed his hand on the bottom of her dress as he slowly pulled it up her body, his fingertips caressing her skin as he pulled it up her body, her back arching up, he knelt down on the table and carried on pulling up her dress. He pulled away from the kiss as she raised her arms up above her head he pulled the dress up her arms and flung it across the room hitting the lampshade in the process before collapsing down onto the ground. Her hands grabbed underneath his red jumper and pulled it up his body, he too raised his arms up above his head as she pulled it up his body and throwing it down to the ground. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down to her as he crashed his lips against hers and slid his tongue into his mouth making the kiss more passionate. Her fingertips touched the buttons of his shirt as she unbuttoned every button all the way down to the bottom and pushed it over his shoulders, pushing it down his toned arms, her fingertips stroking his skin as he did to hers. The hairs on his arms slowly started to stand up and goose bumps appearing across his skin. She broke the kiss and pushed him away slightly, he gazed down at her with his eyebrows knitted together to form a frown.

"What's wrong?" He asked her curiously, "I thought that this is what you wanted."

"Oh believe me," she agreed, "This is exactly what I wanted but I was gonna order you to do something."

"You were gonna order me to do something?" He asked with raised eyebrows, "Wow."

"Yeah," she nodded, "You said that you were good at this kind of stuff, instead of kissing me, get straight to it. We haven't got all night."

"Yes ma'am," he smirked as he leaned back down to her neck and caressed his lips across her skin softly as he slowly lowered himself down her body with his lips kissing every inch of skin on her chest, kissing his way down her breasts, his fingers moving up to her breasts as he cupped one of her breasts with his hand as stroked her nipple with his thumb. She bit down on her lower lip holding back the moan that was building up in her throat but Sebastian knew exactly what he was doing to her and a smirked appeared on his face as he continued to make his way down her body and kissing his way down her toned stomach, his hands lowering and placed on her thigh as he stroked her leg with his fingertips. For a kid that went to Private school, he sure knew what he was doing and Santana wasn't gonna complain any time soon.

Santana pulled up her bra strap as she sat on the coffee table in the centre of the living room, her hair messed up at the back and the ends of her hair frizzing. Sebastian stood up as he pulled his jeans up his long legs. Her eyes looked up at him as he pulled up his clothes, her eyes gazed down at his rock hard toned stomach with his toned, rock hard pecks, every muscle contracting as he pulled up his jeans, his biceps and triceps too.

"Since when did Sebastian Smythe work out?" She teased and smirked at the same time.

"Are you checking me out, Santana?" He taunted her with a cheeky smirk displayed across his face as checked out her toned body.

"Just like you're checking me out," she smirked cheekily, "Yeah."

"Well," he said changing the subject, "I promise you this, this was a one time thing. It's not gonna happen again."

"Yeah," she nodded with agreement, "This was a one time thing and it's not gonna happen again."

"Yeah," he nodded also as he bent down to grab his shirt off the floor, his jeans hugging his toned ass as he bent down, her eyes locked onto it and she tilted her head with a smirk.

"Or," she smirked and he glanced over his shoulder at her, "We could make it a two time thing?" She shrugged her shoulders. He stared at her as her eyes were locked on his ass as he was still bent over, he glanced down to where she was looking and his eyes returned back to her.

"Are you seriously checking me out right now?" He asked her.

"Yeah," she shrugged her shoulders with her eyes returning back to his with a smirk on her face, "You got a problem with that?"

"No," he shook his head, "I don't but I do honestly think that this should only be a one time thing."

"Fine," she shrugged her shoulders, "Have it your way." She stood up and walked over to the corner of the room where her dress had been flung across the room, she leaned over and picked up her dress where his eyes shot towards her ass and he too tilted his head to the side as he checked out her ass. She knew that he was checking him out, she smirked to herself and slowly glanced over her shoulder at him. "Checking me out, I see."

"Yeah," he shrugged his shoulders, "If you can check me out then I'm pretty damn sure I'm allowed to check you out." His eyes returned to hers and his eyebrows knitted together to form a frown, "Unless it's one rule for you and another one for me, which would be unfair."

"Well," she replied flirtatiously as she grabbed her dress and stood back up straight, she spun on her heels and kept her eyes on her dress in her hand, "We could make it a two time thing."

"Don't," he smiled, "It's not gonna happen." He shrugged his shirt over his shoulders and buttoned it up, he bent down and grabbed his jumper that was laying underneath his feet. "You're only saying that because you want to take your mind off whatever is making you miserable." He pointed at her, "Which we're gonna talk about by the way."

"Jeez," she sighed with anger, "You're like an elephant, you don't forget anything."

"I know that you're deflecting," he told her, "And I'm not gonna stop asking you what's wrong with you until you tell me what's wrong because like I said, you can take your mind off it occasionally but that doesn't mean that it's gone away, it's still there but it's just been pushed to the back of your head until you have to think again about it." He glanced over at the clock behind her and noticed the time which caused him to sigh and sit down on the sofa as he picked up his converses and started pulling them on, "But I can't do it now," he told her, "I have to go and rehearse for the Regional's tomorrow with the Warblers." She smiled slightly happy with the thought of not having to talk to him about it, and with his head dipped as he tied his converses he knew that she was happy about it. "But that doesn't mean," he said to her which caused her smile to fade, "That we're not gonna talk about it." He looked up after finishing tying up his converses, "We're gonna finish talking about it," he continued, "Because you're gonna tell me what's wrong with you because you need to get it out of your system and I'm here for you to do that." He stood up and walked over to her, her gaze turned away from him and glanced down at the ground. "We had fun today," he told her, "But once I'm gone you're gonna be miserable again because you're gonna be thinking about it, I may have took your mind off it for a short while but it's not a cure to it." He took a step back and walk backwards towards the living room door, "Just remember," he told her, "I'm here to listen." He turned around and made his way out of the living room and out of her house.

As soon as the door slammed shut Santana burst out crying and fell to her knees on the ground, she cupped her face into her hands and cried softly into her hands. She knew that he was right but she didn't want to admit it to him because she would be admitting that she wasn't strong, but when Santana heard a creaking sound coming from outside of the door she lifted her head up quickly and stared at him as he stood in the doorway with soft eyes, her eyes were red and puffy with streaks of tears trickling down her face. He walked towards her and when he reached her, he bend down and reached out to her, his hand gripping her wrist softly. "Now," he whispered to her, "Now will you talk to me?"