It had been a couple of days since the incident between Santana and Sebastian in the BreadStix. Sebastian was striding down the hallway of Dalton Academy wearing his Dalton Academy uniform and his hair slicked back with gel. He held his phone in his hand and it placed against his ear as he called Santana but the dialing tone kept ringing, there was no answer but then the sound of the dialing stopped, he smiled thinking that she'd finally picked up the phone to him until she heard Santana's voice on the voicemail, sighing Sebastian waited for the voicemail to end before he left a message.
"I'm busy right now but if you leave a message," her voicemail called, "I'll get back in touch with you but if I don't that most probably because I don't like you." This was followed by a beep.
"Santana," He spoke, "I know that I was a complete dick to you the other day and I'm sorry, I'm absolutely sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I was a complete ass to you, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, that wasn't my intention, you know that I would never treat you like that, you're my friend. You know that I can't control what I say, that's one of my flaws, I say what's on my mind. I was a complete ass to you, please, please, please, pick up the phone, please call me back." He sighed, "Please."
He removed his phone from his ear and pressed the end button with this index finger. He locked his phone, opening his leather satchel, he slid his phone back in and carried on walking down the hallway.
Santana walked down the hallway at McKinley High wearing her usual Cheerio's uniform with her hair slicked back into her usual ponytail and wearing a pair of white sneakers. She heard her phone beep in her bag, knowing that it was another voicemail from Sebastian she carried on ignoring and walking down the hallway.
Rachel Berry stepped out of the classroom holding her books close to her chest, she wore a soft orange midi dress with a black belt around her waist, she wore a pair of white socks and a pair of black ballet pumps. She glanced to the side noticing Santana walking down the hallway, she jogged out of the classroom and chased after her.
"Santana," she called and hearing her call her name, Santana carried on walking down the hallway, she didn't want to speak to anybody right now, not even one of her closest friends because she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep it to herself, especially not to Rachel. "Santana," Rachel called again as she chased her down the hallway. She jogged in front of her stopping Santana from walking anymore. Santana stopped and looked at her, she sighed and glanced to the side.
"What do you want?" Santana asked her.
"I've been calling you," Rachel informed her.
"I know you have," she agreed, "But I was ignoring you."
"Why?" Rachel asked, "What have I done wrong?"
"Nothing," she admitted to her, "I just don't want to be around anybody at the moment."
"You do realise that Sam told me about what happened in Breadstix," Rachel informed her, "He said that you had a massive argument with this blonde bimbo who was with your friend, Sebastian."
"Yeah," she shrugged, "What's your point?"
"You don't have a friend called Sebastian," Rachel told her, "The only Sebastian that I know is the one that is friends with Blaine, who attends Dalton Academy, who insulted you in the Lima Bean that time after you broke up with Puck."
"Yeah," she repeated, "What's your point?"
"That would mean that you've been friends with him," Rachel admitted, "Which would be wrong because you wouldn't have told me about your friendship with him, and I'm supposed to be your friend, which means that we tell each other everything."
"I can keep secrets from you," she told her, "I don't have to tell you everything."
"But why would you keep him a secret?" Rachel asked her, "Unless something more was going on between the two of you that you want to keep a secret and that's why you've been coming into school nearly every day with a huge smile on your face after breaking up with Puck."
"So?" She shrugged, "What's your problem?"
"Oh my god," Rachel gasped. She leaned towards her and whispered, "Have you been having sex with him?"
"Yeah," she shrugged again, "What's your point?"
"But what about Sam?" Rachel whispered, "I thought that you liked Sam?"
"And I do," she told her, "But I haven't been cheating on him because we're not officially dating. We both decided that we wouldn't be with one another because we've both come out of bad relationships and we don't want to make our relationship a car crash."
"But you're still sleeping with him?" Rachel questioned her.
"Not anymore," she told her, "Because of what happened in Breadstix on Friday."
"Why?" Rachel asked her as she placed her hand on her arm softly and pulled her to the side, "What happened?"
"The jerk tried to make me jealous," she admitted, "He brought this fake blonde who had lots of money to Breadstix, of all places he took her there and he has money so obviously he brought her there to make me jealous."
"Did he admit to it?" Rachel asked her.
"No," she told her, "He didn't admit to it but I knew that was the reason why he was there because why would he bring her to Breadstix when they both had money and he could've taken her to a place which served Caviar or something."
"It does sound like he was there to make you jealous," Rachel agreed, "Does he have feelings for you?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "He's never admitted to it that he has feelings for me, but I'm not sure now. And," she opened her bag and pulled out her phone from it, she slid her finger along the screen and punched in the passcode, she turned her phone around and showed her the missed calls, "He keeps calling me and leaving messages."
"Maybe he's sorry," Rachel admitted to her, "Maybe he's calling up to tell you that he was sorry for all of the stuff that he's said to you."
"I don't care," she admitted, "I don't care if he's sorry, he spoke to me like I was a piece of shit. He treated me exactly like Puck treated me. He humiliated me and I'm not gonna allow him to apologise to me because I'm not gonna accept it. He's a jerk and I hate him and myself for allowing myself to actually have sex with him for so long."
"Can I give you some advice as a friend?" Rachel asked her.
"You can," she replied, "But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna do it."
"You should go and speak to him," Rachel told her, "You should go and have a conversation with him, listen to what he has to say but you don't have to accept his apology. Just let him have his say because evidently he's sorry for what he's done because otherwise he wouldn't have been calling you so many times and leaving you messages on your voicemail."
"I hate you," she sighed and shook her head.
"Why? Rachel frowned.
"Because you're always nice," she admitted, "And I hate it when people other than me are right."
"You do know," Rachel smiled, "Other people can be right. Especially when they're your friend."
Later that day Sebastian was home, he was wearing a pair of beige chinos and a green plaid shirt, he wore pair of black converses and his hair was still slicked off his face. He walked down the stairs when he heard a knock on the door, being the only person in the house other than the maids and the cook in the kitchen he walked towards the door, he placed his hand on the gold door handle and pulled it open. Santana stood there still wearing her Cheerio's uniform, Sebastian looked at her with his mouth opened wide and his eyes wide open.
"Santana," he stuttered, "Wh-wh-wha-what are you doing here?"
"Okay, I'm gonna tell you straight," she told him, "The only reason that I'm here is because Rachel told me to come and listen to what you have to say to me. I don't want you to call me anymore and leave me stupid voicemails, so I'm coming to see you in person so you can tell me what you think you've done wrong in person."
"Okay," he nodded, "Come in." He stepped to the side, opening the door wider for her as she stepped through the door, he closed the door behind her as she turned around to face his back, and he finally closed the door, turning on his heels to face her. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged.
"Where do you want me to start?" He asked her.
"How about from the beginning," she told him bluntly, "That would be a good start."
"Look, I'm sorry," he apologised, "I was a dick to you, I shouldn't have said all of those things to you, no friend does that to another friend."
"Did you bring her there to make me jealous?" She asked him as she folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm not gonna lie to you," he told her, "Yeah, yeah I did bring her there to make you jealous."
"Why?" She asked him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Because I was scared," he admitted.
"Of what?" She asked him.
"I was scared of us not having sex anymore," he admitted to her, "Because to be honest, you're the best sex that I've ever had and I'm never gonna experience that again if you get with him."
"So, you're jealous?" She questioned him.
"I'm not jealous," he told her, "I'm not jealous of Trouty Mouth."
"Hey," she snarled and pointed his face, "That's my Trouty Mouth that you're talking about there and you don't have the right to call him that, I'm the only person who can call him that."
"So," he asked her, "You're in a relationship with him now?"
"No," she replied, "But it has nothing to do with you so why should you care unless you're jealous of me being with him?"
"I told you," he told her, "I'm not jealous of you being with him, I'm just scared because I'm not gonna ever experience the sex again because nobody will be as good as you."
"Well," she nodded, "Of course I am, and yeah, you're never gonna experience it again because nobody will be as good as me."
"That's true," he agreed, "You are amazing and nobody will beat you."
"But that doesn't mean that you can treat me like the way that you did," she told him.
"And I'm sorry for that," he apologised, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to treat you like that, you didn't deserve that because you've done nothing wrong. I really am sorry."
"Look," she said to him as she glanced to the side and glancing back at him, "I don't think that we should see each other anymore."
"What?" He asked quickly, "Why? I apologised, and I'll keep apologising to you until you accept it. I'll carry on proving to you that I'm a good friend and that we can still be good friends."
"Who are we kidding?" She told him, "We can't be friends now after what's happened."
"I'm sorry," he apologised, "I'm so sorry." He took a step towards her as she took another step back away from him shaking her head.
"No," she told him, "I can't do this anymore. I don't want to be around you anymore. It's better that we go our separate ways."
"Santana, please," he said to her softly, "Please, I don't want our friendship to be over because we're alike."
"Exactly," she agreed, "We are alike which means that it's just a car crash to happen. We're so much alike which means that we can't be around one another because we'll just carry on hurting and insulting each other."
"I can stop," he told her, "I can stop being an asshole. Please, I just want to be around you. I don't want to lose you."
"You already have," she said to him softly, "I have to go." She took a step to the side and headed towards the door. Sebastian reached out and grabbed her arm softly stopping her in her tracks.
"Santana, please," he whispered, "Please don't go."
"Please let go of my arm," she whispered back, "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
"Please," he whispered emotionally, tears building up in his eyes.
"I have to go," she whispered also with emotion in her voice, "I'm sorry." She placed her hand on top of his and took his hand off her arm. She headed towards the door, she placed her hand on the handle and pulled the door open, she turned around glancing at him one last time. He kept his back to her with more tears building up in his eyes. With a sad exhale she turned back around exiting from his house closing the door behind her. With a bang on the door closing he exhaled sadly, closing his eyes a tear streamed down his face.
"I'm sorry," he whispered emotionally.