It was the next day in school and it was time for choir practise. The New Directions all sat in their usual seats with Puck sitting on the opposite side of the room to Santana where she sat next to Brittany as usual. Rachel stood up and walked to the chair in front of Santana, she sat down on it and turned her body to face her.
"You seem different today," Rachel whispered, "After what happened yesterday and all."
"I'm just in a better mood," she replied, "I'm over him."
"I know that you can't just get over him like that," Rachel whispered again, "But I'm gonna help you pretend as if you are over him."
"Rachel," she told her, "I am over him. I'm not even bothering to waste my time on him anymore."
"Are you sure?" Rachel asked her, "Because if I was in your situation I wouldn't have gotten over it just like that."
"Well that's where we're different," she informed her, "I'm a much stronger person than you are and I can get over people just like that."
"Even after our conversation yesterday?" Rachel whispered.
"Even after our conversation," she responded, "I'm totally over him and I'm done with relationships, like I said to you yesterday."
"Then why do you seem different?" Rachel questioned her, "Because you seem completely different to what you were yesterday."
"I don't know about you, Rachel," she told her, "But I feel a whole lot better without the thought of getting in a relationship and being hurt again, so yeah, I feel a whole lot better because of the thought of not having my heart broken again."
"Okay," she shrugged unconvinced by her comments, "You say that you're better now because of the thought of always being single and not having a relationship to worry about, then that's fine by me."
"Good," she nodded.
Rachel turned around in her chair and faced the front when Mr Schuester walked through the door. Even though it was one of the easiest things for her to do, Rachel had been there for her yesterday when she really needed a friend and she hated lying to her but she didn't want to admit to her that she was having casual sex with a guy that they'd only met yesterday because she would see her differently, and Santana didn't want that, she didn't want one of her closest friends to think of her like that, so keeping it quiet and not even mentioning that she was having sex would be the better option.
It was the end of the day and Santana walked out of the main entrance wearing her usual Cheerio's uniform with her varsity jacket, white sneakers and her trademark tight ponytail. Seeing Puck again in school really hurt her, even though she didn't want to admit it, seeing him with other girls around the school made her angry inside, she wanted to walk over to them and rag their hair, but she knew if she'd done that then he would know that she wasn't over him and that he'd won, something that she never let happen. Santana had to always win and she had to never show defeat, but that still didn't mean that she wasn't human and she was still hurting. She had to get that thought out of her head and the only way that she could get him out of her head was to have casual, meaningless sex with a guy who knew what he was doing. Sebastian Smythe.
She reached into her red, poker dotted satchel rummaging around for her cell phone that lay in the bottom of her bag, when she finally grabbed her phone she pulled it out of her bag, she slid her finger across the screen and punched in her passcode, she dialled his number and held it close to her ear.
Sebastian heard his cell phone ringing in his black leather satchel, he flipped open his bag and grabbed his phone out of his side pocket, he glanced down at the caller ID and smiled, sliding his finger across the screen of his IPhone 5, he placed it closed to his ear.
"Well, well, well," he smiled, "I never expected to get a call of you so soon. Missing me already?"
"Where are you?" She asked him as she walked towards her car.
"Still at Dalton," he informed her, "Why? Are you gagging for me?" He joked.
"I just need to get him off my mind," she told him, "And if I don't get him off my mind then I'll be thinking about him and I'll just get angry."
"Don't tell me," he told her, "I don't want to know. I don't want to know about anything because that'll make things complicated."
"Fine," she sighed, "But that still doesn't mean that I don't want to forget about him. I need you."
"You tell me where," he said to her, "And I'll be there."
"My parents are out," she informed him, "Be at my place in ten minutes."
"Gee," he replied, "I don't know about that."
"Just because you're from a gated community," she sneered at him, "Doesn't mean that the rest of us have to live in one. Not all of us have the money that you do and Lima Heights is not as bad as it made out to be."
"I actually wasn't talking about that," he declared, "But thanks for that."
"Then what were you talking about?" She asked as she rummaged through her bag to grab the keys to her silver Suzuki Alto, she finally grabbed her keys and clicked the electronic lock on the key to electronically open the doors of the car.
"I was saying that I don't think that I'll be able to make it for ten minutes," he informed her. She stopped still and looked up straight.
"Oh," she replied, "I thought that you meant-"
"Yeah, I know," he interrupted, "Rich boy doesn't want to be caught dead on the other side of town, but hey, if it means that I'm getting sex, I would travel Manhattan and back."
"You're such a pig," she announced bitterly, "Just be there within the next thirty minutes because I have needs and they need to be fulfilled."
"You and your demanding ways," he teased, "When am I gonna be able to have my own demands?"
"When I've had mine," she told him. "Be there within 30 minutes otherwise I won't do something that I had in mind."
"And what's that?" He asked curiously.
"Be there within in 30 minutes and you'll find out," she teased whilst smirking to herself, she took the phone away from her ear and pressed the red end call button.
"That teasing bitch," he smiled and pressed the lock on his phone sliding it back into his satchel and buckling it shut as he headed towards the main entrance of the school.
She slid her phone back into her satchel as she walked over to her car, she pulled on the handle opening the door, she grabbed the strap of her satchel and pulled it over her head, she climbed into the car and placed her bag on the passenger's side of the car, closing the door behind her, she placed her keys into the ignition, starting up the car she pulled out of her parking spot when she glanced to the side to see Puck chatting up another girl, raging with anger, she drove out of the parking lot knowing that tonight's casual sex session was going to be rougher than yesterday's.
Santana paced up and down her hallway looking down at her watch, he had five minutes to get there before she told him that his time was up when there was a knock on the door, she rushed to the door and looked through the side window to notice that it was him still wearing his Dalton Academy uniform, she opened the door and grabbed his shirt pulling him inside with him through the opened doorway and stumbling forward. She slammed the door shut and turned around to face him with hunger on her face.
"I know we're supposed to be a secret," he said to her, "But was there any reason for that?" He started straightening out his Dalton Academy blazer.
"I've had a rough day," she told him as pounced towards him wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and kissing him deeply, his eyes widen with shock but carried on kissing her.
"I can see that," he mumbled into the kiss.
"The living room," she mumbled as she trailed her kiss down to his neck.
"And where would that be?" He asked her as he looked around her house and without saying a word she released one of her arms from around his neck and pointed to the door beside him, he nodded and headed towards the living room, he slowly leaned down onto the sofa, placing his hands behind his back for support and gradually sat down on it. She removed her arms from around his neck and placed her hands on his blazer, pushing it over his shoulders and he helped her shrug it down off his shoulders and down his arms, moaning every time her lips caressed his skin. Her hands then moved down to the buttons on his shirt, she broke away from the kiss and looked at him.
"I'm gonna rip your shirt off," she told him.
"Sure," he shrugged, "Go ahead, it's not like I can 't afford a new shirt."
She moved her hands to the centre of his shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying off everywhere and the sound a tear echoed throughout the empty room, she leaned down to his chest and started kissing his skin softly but passionately. He placed his hands on her varsity jacket and pushed it off her shoulders and trailing his hands down her arms as he pulled it off her gently but quickly. She moved her hands down to his belt and unfastened it with her hand trailing down to his trousers where she popped open the button and pulled down the zipper. She tugged down on his pants, raising herself up slightly and tugging them down his thighs and to his kneecaps. His hands traced her back where he found a zipper on the back of her Cheerio's uniform, pulling down the zipper he pushed it off of her and allowed it to drop down to the ground. She pulled away from him and stood up, he looked up at her with furrowed eyebrows of confusion.
"What are you doing?" He asked her with confusion. "I thought you said that you wanted this, you needed it."
"And I do," she replied, "But seeing as you met my needs yesterday without instructions, I'm about to meet yours." She smirked at him and kneeled down on the carpeted flooring, she placed her hands on the rim of his Calvin Klein black boxers and started to pull them down.
"I'm okay with that," he nodded with his bottom lip pouting, "But I do have some demands of my own."
"Oh believe me, Sebastian," she told him, "Whatever you've had done to you before will be nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you."
"I have had my fair share of BJ's," he informed her.
"Yeah," she responded, "But you've only had armatures, I'm well experienced in this area and believe me, this is an experience you've never experienced before."