They both lay down on her bed breathing heavily. Sebastian had his head resting on his arm with the sheets covering him from the waist downwards where Santana had the sheet covering her from the breasts downwards.
"I've never done that before," he uttered, "Wow."
"That's because they were nothing compared to me," she told him as she hit his chest, "It's your turn to leave."
"Right," he answered as he sat up on the bed there was a bang from the front door closing, he turned his head and looked at her with widened eyes. "Santana?"
"What?" She muttered not hearing the door closing from downstairs.
"What time were you expecting your parents home?" He asked her.
"Not for another four hours," she answered him, "Why?"
"Because I think one of them has just came home," he informed her.
"What?" She asked in shock as she sat up quickly on the bed clutching the sheets close to her chest.
"Yeah," he swallowed nervously, "Either that or you've got yourself an unexpected visitor."
"Oh my god," she said quickly and she pulled the sheets off her and rushed over to her bathrobe. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "I'm pretty sure about it. I wouldn't make something like that up."
"Oh my god," she moaned nervously, "I'm in so much trouble." She pulled on her bathrobe, she leaned down and grabbed her panties pulling them up her legs, and she rushed out of the door, closing it behind her she scurried down the stairs to find her mom standing in the hallway. "Mom," she asked her, "What are you doing here?"
"They let me go home," Mrs Lopez informed her whilst wearing her nurses uniform with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, "Why?"
"I wish you'd called or something," she told her.
"Why?" Mrs Lopez asked curiously placing her hands on her hips, "Who do you have up there?"
"I don't," she lied, "I just wanted to know so that I had your dinner ready for when you got back. I was actually going to cook your dinner for a change."
"And why would that be?" Mrs Lopez asked her curiously with a raised eyebrow, "What have you done wrong?"
"I haven't done anything wrong," she informed her, "I just thought that I would make you dinner for a change."
"Why are you wearing your bathrobe, Santana?" Mrs Lopez questioned her as she looked her up and down.
"I was about to jump in the shower," she lied, "Cheer practise was super hard, you know coach Sylvester, she works our butts off."
"Uh-huh," Mrs Lopez replied unconvinced, "So, what did you have planned for dinner then?"
"I don't know," she lied, "I was gonna make it a surprise or see what we had the freezer."
"Santana," Mrs Lopez said as she took a step towards her, "I've been working as a Nurse since before you were born and not once since you've been born have you offered to make either your father and I dinner."
"What's your point?" She shrugged.
"My point is," Mrs Lopez responded, "I know that you're lying to me because you would've never offered to make me dinner unless you were distracting me from something."
"I'm not," she lied, "I would never do that to you."
"Uh-huh," Mrs Lopez muttered, "So, I can go in your room and find nobody lying there?"
"No," she lied, "You wouldn't find anybody there at all because I'm not with anybody."
"Right," Mrs Lopez nodded, "And there isn't any reason why you're stopping me from going up there or going into the living room, is there?"
"No," she lied again, "Why would there be?"
"What's his name?" Mrs Lopez said as she folded her arms across her chest.
Santana sighed hard and placed her hand on her forehead, "You know that I'm lying," she sighed, "Don't you?"
"I'm your mother," Mrs Lopez replied, "Of course I know when you're lying."
"Okay," she grumbled, "His name is Sebastian but he's just a friend and we weren't doing what you think we were doing."
"You weren't having sex?" Mrs Lopez asked.
"No," she replied shaking her head, "Sebastian just came around to cheer me up and we ended up playing strip poker."
"You were playing strip poker?" Mrs Lopez responded arching her eyebrow up, "You expect me to believe that?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "Because that's what we were doing."
"Then explain why his clothes are in the living room?" Mrs Lopez question her with a stern look on her face.
"Well," she explained, "You see, the rules of strip poker is if the one person wins the other has to strip off a piece of their clothing."
"I know what strip poker is, Santana," Mrs Lopez interrupted, "I just wanted to know where you're going with this."
"Well," she continued, "I was winning the strip poker because when Puck and I were together he taught me how to play, you see, Sebastian really sucks at it and had to keep taking pieces of his clothing off, and he had another bad hand and he was sitting butt naked, so the only way in order for it to be right, I picked his clothes up and placed them in the living room."
"And you want me to believe that?" Mrs Lopez asked her unconvinced by the story.
"Hey," She shrugged, "That's the truth. I just didn't want to tell you that I was playing strip poker with a guy because you would think that I was having sex with him when I'm not."
"Then how come you're wearing a bathrobe?" Mrs Lopez questioned her.
"Because I didn't want to come down in my underwear," she told her as she unravelled her bathrobe, opening it up to show her in her underwear, "You see."
"I want to meet this guy," Mrs Lopez said as she walked passed her on the stairs.
"But-" she called.
"You better bring his clothes," Mrs Lopez called, "I don't really want to meet your friend when he's naked."
Santana sighed hard and rushed into the living room gathering all of his clothes on the floor including his torn shirt, gathering it quickly she rushed out of the room and scurried up the stairs. Mrs Lopez arrived at Santana's bedroom door and knocked on it.
"Sebastian," she called, "I know you're in there, my daughter informed me about you."
With a hard sigh he climbed out of the bed clutching the bed sheets around his waist, he strolled over to the door and opened it slightly, he curled his head around the corner.
"So," she asked him, "You're Sebastian then?"
"I am," he nodded and smiled awkwardly.
"So," she continued, "You're a friend of my daughters, now I find that hard to believe."
"Why do you find it hard to believe?" Santana asked her, "What's so hard to believe about me and him being friends?"
"Well, for one," Mrs Lopez answered her, "He's too good looking for you two to just be friends, there is no way that you were just playing strip poker up here."
"But we were," he lied, "We were playing strip poker and reason why I'm naked is because I really suck at it."
"Then why were your clothes downstairs in the living room?" She questioned him waiting to hear if he gave her the same answer as he daughter did.
"Well," he continued, "You see, I'm really that bad at it because where I'm from we don't play poker, we play bridge and I didn't really understand the rules so because I was completely naked, Santana took my clothes down to the living room."
"Uh-huh," she nodded, "I still don't believe it's the truth but I'm gonna let it slide for now." She turned around and faced Santana, she removed her arms from her chest and pointed in her face, "You should be glad that it was me that walked through the door, misses, because if your dad had walked through that door, you do realised that your friends, um, rather large penis, wouldn't be there."
Santana's face turned a crimson colour from the awkward remark that her mom stated. Sebastian looked down and noticed that he was covering his genital areas properly, swallowing the awkward lump in his throat he quickly covering his genital regions with the sheet. Santana looked at her mom and nodded awkwardly at her.
"Make sure it doesn't happen again," Mrs Lopez told her as she walked passed her heading towards her bedroom down the hallways. "It was lovely meeting you, Sebastian, maybe next time with much more clothing."
"Don't you worry, Mrs Lopez," he called, "This will never happen again."
"Good to know," she called as she walked through her bedroom door and slamming it shut behind her. Both Santana and Sebastian exchanged an awkward look between one another before they both exhaled with relief.
"Well," he said sarcastically to her, "That wasn't awkward at all."
"I'm sorry," she told him, "I didn't know that she was gonna be coming home so soon."
"Yeah," he whispered, "Maybe next time we just go to my place because my parents are barely ever at home and we won't be having such an awkward moment like that."
"That's not such a bad idea," she replied as walked through the door pushing him to the side slightly, she pushed his clothes into his chest. "You should go," she informed him, "Because we don't want my mom said to actually happen."
"Your dad would actually do that?" He asked her.
"Oh yeah," she nodded, "And that's no exaggeration, he would literally cut your dick off because you disrespected him and touched his little princess."
"Well," he said quickly, "We don't want that to happen." He stepped into his boxers and quickly pulled them up his body, the next was his Dalton Academy trousers, pulling them up to his waist quickly and fastening the button as well as pulling up the zipper. He looked down at the torn shirt in his hands and glanced back up at her.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked her.
"I don't know," she shrugged, "It's not my problem."
"Not your problem?" He exclaimed, "You're the one who did this to it."
"But you're the one who said that I could," she recalled, "Remember?"
"That was the heat of the moment," he informed her, "I totally forgot that I would have to go home. People will think that I'm a stripper."
"And what's wrong with that?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Because I'm not," he told her, "I'm too rich to be a stripper."
"Well," she shrugged, "It's not my problem anymore, so I think that you should just go. Besides, you'll be driving and wearing your blazer so nobody will actually notice the difference. They'll be too busy looking at your amazing car to be looking at you. It's not like it's anything special."
"Oh, gee," he uttered sarcastically, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," she shrugged.
He pulled his blazer over his shoulders and fastened the buttons at the bottom, he shoved his red and black Dalton Academy tie into his pocket and tossed his shirt into the trashcan by the side of her wardrobe.
"It's not like I'll be needing it anymore," he remarked. He walked towards the door, he grabbed hold of the doorknob and twisting it to open it, he pulled open the door and stepped out into the hallway, he turned around and glanced at her. "Call me," he smiled with a phone gesture, he winked at her and headed down the stairs, she smiled and shook her head.
"Idiot," she muttered underneath her breath.