Santana walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel around her body and holding another towel in her hand as she towel dried her hair. She carried her underwear and jeans in her arm.
"Well," she said to him, "That was definitely something that I've never done before. And believe me, I've experienced sex in different places."
Sebastian walked out of the bathroom door also with a towel wrapped around his waist, the water still dripping down his chest as he too had another towel in his hand as he towel dried his hair.
"Me neither," he replied, "But I'm only really used to having the usual sex, you know, in the bed. The old fashioned way."
"That was different," she told him as she spun around to face him, "And something that I'll definitely like to do again."
"Yeah," he agreed, "Same."
She dropped her clothes down onto his bed, picking up her panties, she stepped into them and pulled them up her. She dropped her towel and grabbed her bra, she pulled it around her and closed the clasp of the bra at the front before spinning it around to the back and pulling the straps up her arms.
"You're going?" He asked her with confusion.
"Yeah," she answered as she carried on pulling on her clothes. "Isn't that one of the rules? That we leave straight after having sex?"
"Yeah," he replied, "It is, you're right, sorry about that."
She stopped getting dressed and turned her body to look at her. "What's wrong? " She asked him.
"Nothing," he replied, "There's nothing wrong at all."
"You're a liar," she pointed at him, "You said to me before that you've had a bad day and now you're gonna say that there's nothing wrong. You're such a liar."
"All right, fine," he sighed heavily, "There is something wrong but you won't wanna listen to me about it seeing as we're not friends, we're just casual sex."
She turned and sat down on his bed and folded her arms across her chest. "Spill," she told him.
"You want to listen?" He asked in shock.
"I wouldn't have said spill now would I?" She informed him. "So, spill."
"It's my parents," he answered, "I'm just super pissed off with them right now."
"Why?" She asked him curiously.
"Because they've only just come back from their vacation and they're back off again," he told her, "They're never home which means that I never see them. My dad has to fly out everywhere because he's a States Attorney which means he has to fly all around the state and the country, which means to mom that she has a free vacation."
"And you're never with them," she finished his conversation and sighed hard, "Man, I was so jealous of you because of your lifestyle but right now, I would hate to be where you are."
"Exactly," he exclaimed, "Do you realise how much I envy you for your life, even though you too hardly see your parents because they're working, at least you see them every day and it annoys me because it's like they don't care about me."
"I'm sure that they do," she told him.
"I know for sure that my mom doesn't," he told her, "She's never cared about me. She's never been a mother to me, she didn't even want me but she had to have me to make dad feel better."
"I'm sure that's not true," she replied softly.
"No, it's the truth," he informed her, "It's the absolute truth, she even told me. She screamed at me once saying that she'd never wanted me and if it wasn't for my dad saying that he wanted me, then I wouldn't exist."
"That's awful," she scowled, "I can't believe that she actually said that. I couldn't ever imagine my own parents saying that to me."
"That's where you're lucky," he responded, "You have a family that loves you, what do I have, a family that goes on vacation all of the time and I'm always alone in this massive house. Yeah, I have a expensive car, yeah, I go to a private school and I have everything but you know how much I would trade that all in just to have a family that loved me."
"Oh my god, Sebastian," she said softly, "I had no idea. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," he replied, "You don't have to feel sorry for me. I never want anybody to feel sorry for me, I just want to have somebody that I can talk to and be a friend to, and who can be a friend to me without them feeling sorry for me."
"I can do that," she nodded.
"You can?" He asked her.
"Yeah," she shrugged, "I know that we're not supposed to get emotionally attached to one another, but we're not getting emotionally attached that way, we're just being friends, and I guess there's nothing wrong with being friends with benefits."
"No," he smiled, "I guess not."
"So," she asked him, "How about we make some new rules?"
"Sure," he shrugged, "What rules do you wanna make?"
"Well," she told him, "We can still keep the whole not getting emotionally attached, so no emotions involved when we're having sex."
"True," he nodded, "And we can still keep the rule about not telling anybody about it."
"Yeah," she agreed, "That's another thing that we can keep. When we're having sex we tell each other the truth, not being emotionally attached like saying that I have a nice ass, which by the way, I know that I have and it's not bony."
"If you say so," he shrugged.
"Hey," she yelled and pointed in his face, "I have a great ass, you're just jealous that you don't have a booty like this." She leaned forward and started shaking her ass at him.
"And like I said," he repeated, "If you say so."
She sat back down on the bed and faced him. "Fine," she shrugged, " Then I'm still gonna say that you have massive horse teeth."
"Fair enough," he shrugged, "I know I have a big mouth, but I have a fantastic smile that they ladies just can't seem to resist. And the occasional guy, just ask your friend Blaine, he couldn't resist this face." He pointed and circled his face with his index finger.
"You didn't?" She asked him curiously.
"No," he smiled shaking his head, "No, I never. He's not my type. For one, he's a guy, and two, he has a dick."
"Good," she exhaled, "For a moment there I thought that I was gonna have to share you with Blaine, which by the way, is something that I would never do."
"You don't have to worry about that," he informed her, "I'm not gay."
"Okay," she nodded.
"And anyways," he continued, "I can't speak to him without your gay face of a friend Kurt giving me the evils."
"Yeah," she nodded, "He's very overprotective over him, always has and always will be. I think he might be threatened by you, after all, you did say that people can't seem to resist you."
"True," he nodded with his bottom lip pouting.
"You're so smug," she laughed, "And you're so proud of being smug."
"Yeah," he shrugged smugly, "And what's wrong with that?"
"It can get you a punch in the face for one thing," she told him.
"I'm quite sharp," he admitted, "And fast, that's why I'm on the lacrosse team."
"Why don't you play for the football team?" She asked him, "Or are you too rich to do that?"
"Pretty much, yeah," he admitted, "Dalton Academy only permits us to play lacrosse because it's a sport that the rich love and they love to pay to watch. However, I do love a game of high school football."
"Well," she told him, "Maybe sometime you could come and watch a game. The McKinley football team are amazing, we've won so many championships."
"Maybe I'll keep that offer in mind," he smiled.
"So," she asked, "Are you okay now?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "Thanks for being here for me, I really need to shift that off my chest. You have no idea how long I've been holding it back."
"Well," she informed him, "If you ever want to talk to me about something then you know my cell number, either give me a call or a text and I'll be there to talk to you."
"Good to know," he smiled, "Thanks, Santana."
"Not a problem," she smiled back. She stood up and carried on getting dressed, she pulled up her jeans and fastened the button, pulling up the zipper as well.
"Can we make a date for Friday?" He asked her, "You know, to have sex, I've got a massive test on Friday and I'll be totally stressed out about it all afterwards."
"I would love to," she replied, "But I have a date."
"With who?" He questioned her with furrowed eyebrows, "With Trouty Mouth?"
"His name is Sam," she told him, "And he's a really nice guy. We're just dating to get to know one another. We're not gonna jump into a relationship in case it goes wrong. But I quite like him."
"You do?" He asked her, "Why?"
"If I didn't know better," she asked with a smile, "I would think that you were jealous of him."
"I'm not jealous," he barked, "Why would I be jealous? We're just friends with benefits remember?"
"Yeah," she continued, "But this isn't the first time that you've acted this way around Sam. Are you sure that you're not jealous of him?"
"No," he told her, "I'm not jealous of you dating him. You can date him, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just your friend who you occasionally have sex with, that's all."
"But you would tell me if you were jealous, right?" She questioned him curiously.
"Yeah," he nodded, "I would. You know that I tell people what I think, that's one of my problems."
"Yeah," she agreed, "You do have that problem." She leaned down and grabbed her black t-shirt from the ground, she pulled it over her head slipping her arms through the sleeves. She stood up and headed towards the door, she stopped at the door and turned on her heels to face him. "The song you were singing," she told him, "You should sing it at the Regional's, it's a pretty awesome song."
"Is that you being a friend?" He asked her curiously, "Or is that you trying to jeopardise the competition?"
"No," she smiled, "That would be me being a friend to you. It pains me to say this but you actually have an amazing voice."
"Thanks," he smiled back, "I really appreciate it. You have a killer voice too."
"Well, duh," she admitted, "I know that I have an amazing voice, I'd just wish more people would appreciate my voice more instead of giving all of the songs to one of my friends. I get it that she has an amazing voice, but our coach, Mr Schue, he really needs to give somebody else a chance."
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked her.
"No," she answered, "I've just gotten it off my chest, thanks for listening though."
"I didn't have a choice," he joked, "You just blurted it out."
"You're such a tease," she laughed and he too laughed. She half turned and grabbed hold of the door knob, she looked at him and waved at him, he returned the gesture as she turned on her heels, she opened the door and left through it and headed down the stairs. Sebastian smiled and shook his head, he walked over to his closet and pulled out some casual clothes for him to lounge around in. Talking to Santana helped him shift something from his chest that he'd been holding back for a long time, and he was happy about that, he actually had a friend who understood, a smoking hot friend that he could sleep with whenever he wanted. That would be until she and Sam started a real relationship and that day actually scared Sebastian, really scared him.