Both Santana and Sebastian sat the table in full conversation, they'd been sitting there now for ten minutes talking about themselves. Santana was leaning back in the chair as too was Sebastian.

"So yeah," he finished, "That's basically what happened in my last relationship."

"They suck," she added, "Relationships suck so much."

"What did he do to my you so angry with him?" He asked her.

"The guys been in juvie for a month for breaking his parole," she told him.

"As you do," he added.

"And we stuck together but he was a total dick when I saw him today," she continued, "He acted as if we weren't together and then I found out that he'd been cheating on me."

"Did he tell you?" He asked curiously.

"No," she told him, "He didn't tell me, I found out for myself because he lied to me. He was lying right to my face and I can tell when somebody is lying to me because I lie a lot so I know when somebody is lying back to me."

"You lie?" He questioned her with a raised eyebrow.

"Everybody lies," she admitted, "There isn't one person out there who hasn't had lied once in their life."

"True," he nodded.

"Anyways," she continued, "He lied straight to my face so you know what I did?"

"What?" He asked her.

"I made a fool out of him in front of everybody in the school," she told him proudly as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Tell me more," he smiled as he took a drink of his coffee.

"Well, basically," she continued, "I shouted our conversation to the audience of students in the hallway and lied."

"You told him that his penis was small," he finished and nodded.

"How did you know that?" She questioned him as she tilted her head with a smile.

"Because every guy's nightmare is having a small penis," he informed her, "So, I knew that you were gonna say that. I bet you said that he was bad in bed too, am I right?"

"Yeah," she smiled.

"Yeah," he nodded, "That's another thing that a guy doesn't want the world to know, especially not a hallway full of students, you've dinted his ego. Well done."

"Thanks," she smiled smugly, "I thought that it was a good thing to do. And in Glee Club, Mr Schue asked us to sing about how we felt right now so I sung a song by Christina Aguilera telling him that I was over him and I wasn't going to let him bring me down."

"Fighter?" He questioned as he took a drink of his coffee.

"No," she replied shaking her head, "Army of Me."

"Mm," she mumbled as he finished his mouth full of coffee, "Good choice."

"That's what I thought," she nodded proudly, "And all the girls, well, I say the girls, I mean my friends, they stood up, clapped and cheered me which made his massive ego the size of a walnut."

"Well," he insisted, "You girls do stick together."

"That we do," she smiled. "So, because of him, I'm so over relationships."

"You're gonna stop being in relationships because of him?" He asked her, "Isn't that a bit rash?"

"No," she responded, "Because it's not only him who has hurt me whilst being in a relationship, there has been a bunch of them and I'm sick and tired of being the one hurt at the end of it all."

"Now," he nodded, "Now I understand why you're not loving relationships at the moment."

"I mean it," she told him, "I'm not going in another relationship again because I'm sick and tired of being hurt. People tell me that I should just become a lesbian and be with somebody of my own sex."

"It doesn't matter what sex they are," he told her, "You'll always get hurt, it's not just guys that hurt girls, girls hurt guys too, you know."

"Yeah," she sighed sadly, "I know that too. I'm just sick and tired of the whole relationship thing anyways. Why can't you just be with somebody and just have sex with them?"

"You can," he replied.

"But how can you just have platonic, casual sex with somebody without being a labelled slut?" She asked him.

"You do it with a friend," he informed her.

"But wouldn't that ruin your friendship?" She questioned him.

"Not unless that friend is willing to do it too," he replied as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Unfortunately," she muttered, "I don't have many male friends who would be willing to do that."

"I'll do it," he shrugged.

"What?" She asked in shock.

"Why not?" He shrugged again, "We're friends and we're both not looking for a relationship at the moment, so why not?"

"Because you're not my friend," she replied.

"Ouch," he said placing his hand on his chest pretending to be hurt by that remark.

"Well," she told him, "We're not, we're not friends, we've only just met."

"Well," he continued, "That makes it so much better because we're not friends that'll mean that there's no emotions involved."

"So," she asked, "You're suggesting that we're just gonna have casual, platonic sex with one another when either one of us needs it?"

"Pretty much," he shrugged, "Yeah. Isn't that what you wanted beforehand?"

"I was joking," she said to him.

"I wasn't," he shrugged again. "If you don't want to be in a relationship with anybody and you want to have casual, platonic sex with somebody who won't call you a slut, then I'm offering you the chance to have it with me, because I don't want to be in a relationship either, I don't want to settle down, I'm only seventeen years old for crying out loud."

"So," she questioned, "You're saying that because you're young that's the reason why you don't want to be in a real relationship?"

"Pretty much," he shrugged, "Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"No," she replied, "That's not a problem at all, that's a pretty good reason not to settle down in a relationship."

"But you're still wondering whether you should do it, right?" He asked her.

"Yeah," she replied, "I'm not sure about it yet, I was just joking to begin with."

"But now you're wondering if it is a good idea," he finished for her.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Well," he said as he stood up, leaning down to grab his satchel. "If you ever change your mind," he grabbed a pen out of his satchel and jotted down his number on a napkin on the table, "Call me and I'll be there for it." He slid the napkin across the table over to her with his two fingers. He nodded at her one last time and threw his satchel over his shoulder as he headed towards the main entrance of the Lima Bean. She looked down at the napkin that was placed in front of her, she racked her brain about what she should do, should she take on his offer or should she laugh it off?

She stood up quickly and jogged out of the main entrance, Sebastian headed towards his silver Mercedes sports car, as she pushed open the main entrance she noticed him walking towards his car.

"Sebastian," she shouted, he turned around slowly and noticed her jogging towards him.

"Have you taken up my offer?" He asked her with a smile.

"Were you really serious about this?" She asked him as she held the napkin in her hand, "Are you really willing just to have casual sex with me?"

"Yeah," he shrugged again, "I thought I made that pretty clear in there."

"And what's in it for you?" She asked him curiously.

"Why would there be anything in it for me?" He asked her.

"Because there's always a catch," she informed him, "There's always a catch when people suggest something."

He took a step towards her and leaned down to her ear. "The sex," he whispered in her ear. "That's what's in it for me." He leaned back and smiled at her. She looked at him with an arched eyebrow and he replied by shrugging his shoulders.

"That's it?" She asked him.

"Yeah," he nodded, "That's it. I don't want to be in a relationship because I'm too young to settle down and you want to have casual sex with somebody without being called a slut and I'm willing to do that."

"And you won't tell anybody about this?" She questioned him.

"No," he replied, "Why would I tell anybody about this? It's just sex. Casual sex, that's it."

"All right," she said to him, "I'm in."

"Okay," he nodded, "But we've gotta set some rules."

"Totally." She agreed.

"Rule one, don't get emotionally involved," he informed her.

"Rule two, no cuddling," she continued.

"Rule three, no telling friends," he told her.

"Rule four, don't get friendly with one another's family," she insisted.

"Rule five, once we've had the sex whoever's place we're staying at we leave," he continued.

"Rule six," she finished, "No commenting on our body parts. No compliments, no insults, no nothing."

"You've got yourself a deal," he nodded.

Sebastian turned around and walked towards his car, she stood still and watched him walking towards his car, he clicked the alarm on his keys opening the car electronically, he took a step towards the car. He turned around looked at her.

"You busy now?" He asked her.

"No," she replied, "Why?"

"Well," he suggested, "My parents aren't home, how about we start the agreement now?"

"Like right now?" She asked him curiously.

"Why not?" He shrugged, "Unless you're scared to do it."

"What the hell," she replied as she walked over to his car. He opened the driver's side door and climbed into his car, she walked around to the passenger's side and opened the door also and climbed into his car. He placed his keys into the ignition and started the car, he backed out of the parking spot and pulled out the parking lot as he drove towards his house in Westerville. Santana had never had a casual relationship with anybody before but if this guy was willing to have a casual relationship with her meaning that she wasn't going to be called a slut which was fine by her, as that was the only thing that she was worried about, she didn't want to be called a slut because she wasn't. She was hurting but having the casual sex with Sebastian was going to take her mind off her pain from her break up made everything all better.