What is Romance? Chapter 9: Having Sex A Different Way, a glee fanfic

It was the night after the date, Sebastian sat on his bed listening to the music on his IPod, he was tapping his feet to the rhythm of 'On Top Of The World'. He stood up and moved to the rhythm of the song, thinking about the dance moves that he and Warbler's could do at the Regional's. He slid his thumb across the screen and restarted the song, this time he started singing along to it.

If you, love somebody
Better tell them while they're here cause
They just may run away from you

You'll never know quite went well
Then again it just depends on
How long of time is left for you

I've had the highest mountains
I've had the deepest rivers
You can have it all but life keeps moving

I take it in but don't look down

'Cause I'm on top of the world, eh
I'm on top of the world, eh
Been waiting on this for a while now
Paying my dues to the dirt
I've been waiting to smile, eh
Been holding it in for a while, eh
Take you with me if I can
Been dreaming of this since a child
I'm on top of the world.

I've tried to cut these corners
Try to take the easy way out
I kept on falling short of something

I coulda gave up then but
Then again I couldn't have cause
I've traveled all this way for something

I take it in but don't look down

Santana knocked on his bedroom door but because he was too busy listening and singing along to the music he was unaware of her presence, she placed her hand on the doorknob, twisting it she opened the door and took a step through the door. She noticed him with his back turned to her dancing along and singing to the music, she smiled and closed the door behind her quietly, she folded her arms across her chest.

[Sebastian]

And I know it's hard when you're falling down
And it's a long way up when you hit the ground
Get up now,
Get up,
Get up now.

'Cause I'm on top of the world, eh
I'm on top of the world, eh
Been waiting on this for a while now,
Paying my dues to the dirt
I've been waiting to smile, eh
Been holding it in for a while, eh
Take you with me if I can
Been dreaming of this since a child
I'm on top of the world

The music stopped and he looked down at his IPod, he slid his thumb across the screen pausing the music, she unfolded her arms and clapped her hands together, his eyes shot open wide as he spun around to find her standing there clapping her hands.

"Well done," she teased, "That's actually the best dance moves that I've seen for a long time. Nice vocals by the way."

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked her as he took the earphones out of his ears and spun the wire of earphones around his IPod.

"Almost the entire song," she told him with a smirk on her face.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked her again as he walked over to his bedside table, placing his IPod down on it.

"I was enjoying it too much," she laughed, "That was really good. I should ask you to do that more often, it's much better than the sex."

He turned around and looked at her, "What are you doing here, Santana?" He asked her, "And how did you get in?"

"Oh," she replied as she walked over to his bed, "Your housemaid let me in," she hopped onto his bed and lay down on his bed, propping herself up slightly with her elbows. "You know," she continued, "It must be really nice to actually say that you have a housemaid. I would love to be able to say that."

"You never answered my other question," he continued, "Why are you here?"

"The only reason why I am here," she replied, "Because of our casual relationship."

"No thanks," he muttered as he walked over to his wardrobe as he shrugged off his Dalton Academy blazer and hung it up on a hanger hanging on his closet door.

"Awh," she teased as she pouted at him, "Are you really that jealous of me and Sam?"

"This isn't about you, Santana," he shot at her as he spun around to face her, "Not everything is about you."

"Whoa," she said taken back by his snarky comment, "Where the hell did that come from?"

"I've had a rough day," he admitted, "And I'm really not in the mood to do anything right now."

"Well," she replied, "Having a really rough day is a good enough reason to actually have sex." She patted the space beside her on the bed and smiled at him flirtatiously.

He sighed hard and made his way over to the bed, he pulled off his tie and threw it down to the ground, he unfastened his shirt quickly and dropped it onto the wooden flooring. He kneeled onto the bed, his hands placed down on the bed as he crawled up the bed towards her. She sat herself up and pulled her tight, black t-shirt over her head, she threw it to the side with it dropping down onto the wooden flooring, she lay back down on the bed and smiled at him flirtatiously. He crawled over her and held his weight up with his arms as he leaned down to her and kissed her neck hard. She moaned and tilted her head back, she placed her hands on his back and traced the muscles in his back with her fingertips. He trailed his kiss down her neck making his way down her body, he kissed his way down her body as his lips finally caressed her breasts. He placed one of his hands on her breasts as he cupped it in his hand, he stroked his thumb across her black laced bra, his thumb caressed her hardened nipple causing a moan to burst up her throat and out of her mouth.

He trailed his kiss down to her stomach, his tongue slid out of his mouth and caressed her skin softly. She moved her hands up into his hair and gently laced her fingers through his hair, she felt her hands getting stuck in his hair and she placed her hand on his shoulder pushing him away from her.

"I'm sorry," she groaned, "I can't do this with you right now."

He stopped kissing her stomach and moved away from her slightly. He glanced up at her and sighed. "It's because of him," he moaned, "Isn't it?"

"No," she said shaking her head as she looked into his eyes, "It's your god damn hair, I can't lace my fingers through it because of the god damn gel."

"Then don't lace your fingers through my hair," he told her, "Simple."

"But that's my thing," she informed him, "That's what I like to do. You're gonna have to take a shower and wash your hair before we have sex."

"But what would be the point in that?" He asked her, "If I get a shower I won't want to have sex with you because I'll be clean and having sex would mean that I would have to have a shower again."

"Do you want to have sex with me or not?" She asked him sternly.

"I'm not desperate," he replied harshly.

"That was harsh," she sneered and looked away from him.

"I didn't think before I spoke again," he told her, "I told you, that's one of my problems."

She got an idea and she looked at him tilting her head to the side slightly, "I've just got an idea," she told him.

"And what would that be?" He asked her curiously.

"Seeing as you don't want to have sex after the shower," she answered, "How about we have sex in the shower?"

"Sex in the shower?" He asked her, "That's something different."

"So?" She asked him, "Does that sound like a good idea or what?"

"Sure," he shrugged, "Why not?" He pushed himself away from the bed and climbed off the bed, he held his hand out to her, she reached out and took his hand, he pulled her slightly and she swivelled her legs to the side of the bed, planting her feet firmly on the wooden flooring, she stood up and followed him to his en-suite bathroom.

He walked over to the shower, he opened the door, reaching over to the shower knob, he turned it on and took a step back, turning to her, he placed his hand on the button of his trousers and unbuttoned them, pulling down the zipper, he tugged down his trousers and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. She placed her fingers on the buttons of her jeans as she popped open the button, pulling down the zipper and then tugging down her jeans, she kicked them to the side and kicked off her heels causing her to reduce in height. He looked down at her and smirked.

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, "I get it, I'm short, blah, blah, blah. Let's just get this over and done with."

She reached to the clasp on her bra and popped it open, she hooked her fingers underneath her bra strap and dragged it down her arm, she pulled her bra off her and threw it down onto the ground. She leant down and pulled down her panties to her ankles, she stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He leaned down and tugged down his white boxers down to his ankles, he took stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. She took a step towards him and leaped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned down and kissed him passionately. He placed one of his hands on her perky butt cheek and reached to the side where he opened the shower door, he felt his way towards the shower as he felt with his foot for the step into the shower, he lifted his leg up and planted it firmly onto the cold shower floor. He stepped into the shower still kissing her and closed the shower door behind them. He pressed her against the cold tile wall, the water trickling down both of their faces, running through their hair, he trailed his kiss down to her neck and kissed it hard. She threw her head back and moaned with pleasure.

"Remember to do what I like," she moaned, "Grab my hair."

He reached up into her hair and ran his fingers through her hair and he grabbed onto her hair, she moaned and removed her arms from around his neck, she planted her hands on his cheeks, he stopped kissing her neck and looked up at her, breathing heavily he tilted his head to the side. Santana also breathing heavily she gave him a quickly smile before planting her lips onto his and kissing him passionately once more.