Santana drove up his driveway and parked her cheap car in front of the house. She turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind her, she stormed towards the front door, she pointed her car keys over her shoulder towards her car, pressing the lock button and locking her car. She arrived at the front door and banged on it. The door opened and she stepped through the door.
"You're such a dick, you know that, Sebastian," she yelled with her back to the door, "You think that you can get away with sweet talking my friend into believing that you actually gave a damn about me, well, you've got another thing coming." She spun around on her heels and noticed that it wasn't him that opened the door. "You're not Sebastian," she pointed out.
"No," the housekeeper replied, "I'm Mr Donovan, I'm the housekeeper. Sebastian's in the library, miss?"
"Lopez," she replied, "Santana Lopez and where would the library be?
"Just down the hallway," Mr Donavan informed her as he pointed her in the direction.
"Thanks," she nodded as headed down the hallway in the direction he indicated, she finally arrived at the library door where she placed her hand on the doorknob and as she turned it she heard his voice.
"I know it's you, Santana," he called, "You can hear your voice from the opposite side of town."
She turned the doorknob and busted through the door. "Don't speak to me like that," she snarled, "You do recall what happened last time you spoke to me like that."
"Yeah, I do," he admitted, "I still have the bruises on my balls to prove it."
"Well," she responded folding her arms across her chest and raising her eyebrow up at him, "There you go, you wouldn't want a repeat of that, now would we?"
"Did you come all the way out here to yell at me?" He asked as he turned around to place the book in his hand back on the shelf, "Or was there another reason why you're here?"
"I spoke to Rachel," she informed him.
"And she told you what I told her to tell you?" He asked her.
"She did," she nodded, "But she also told me something that I couldn't believe and I know that she's obviously lying."
He turned around to face her, he frowned at her with confusion, "What did she tell you?" He asked her curiously.
"She told me that you had feelings for me," she told him, "Which has to be false because you don't have feelings for me, you're a jerk who just didn't want to lose the amazing sex that we had."
"I can't believe that she told you that," he groaned, "I told her not to tell you that, I told her to tell you that I'm out of your life and you don't have to see me again."
"Wait," she interrupted, "Are you trying to tell me that she's telling the truth about that?"
"Yeah," he sighed, "I am."
"You're a liar," she laughed cynically, "You're such a liar. I can't believe that you're trying to pull that shit over me because it's not gonna work, like I'm gonna believe that you actually have feelings for me."
"Right," he nodded angrily, "Because I'm incapable of love, right?"
"Whoa," she responded quickly as she raised her hand in front of her chest, "I never said anything about love."
"Yeah," he told her, "But I know that that's what Rachel told you, she told that you that I was in love with you because I told her that I didn't want her to tell her that."
"You mean," she stuttered, "She was telling the truth about that?"
"No shit," he blurted out cynically.
"But you can't," she stuttered again nervously, "Because if you were in love with me you would've admitted it to me because you admitted that you tell the truth all the time because you're unable to control what your brain is saying. You realise after what you've said that it was wrong and cruel, you admitted that to me."
"But like I said to Rachel," he told her, "You don't realise that you've got something good until you've lost it."
"Why are you doing this to me?" She yelled, "Why are you doing this to me now when I've moved on?"
"I never wanted this to happen," he yelled back, "I told her not to tell you so if you want to blame somebody, blame her."
"No," she responded shaking her head angrily, "No, I won't be angry with her because at least she admitted the truth to me whereas you just straight up lied to my face."
"I never lied to you," he told her, "I didn't know that I had feelings for you until I lost you, until after the night in Breadstix, I didn't know."
"How can you not know if you like somebody or not?" She questioned him angrily.
"Like I said," he shrugged angrily, "You don't know what you've got until you've lost it."
"Why did you tell her that you loved me?" She questioned him with confusion, "If you wanted to be out of my life and if you wanted me to happy then why did you tell her that you loved me?"
"She kept hassling me," he told her, "And hassling me and I just flipped, I just blurted it out and I couldn't control myself, I couldn't stop. Like you said, I can't control what I say because I don't have a filter."
"If you didn't want to ruin it," she asked him in frustration, "Then why would you tell her?"
"I told her not to tell you," he informed her, "I told her that I didn't want you to know that I had feelings for you but she couldn't help but tell you, she just couldn't help it. She ruined it, not me."
"So," she asked him shakily, "You're blaming her for all of this?"
"No," he replied, "I'm not blaming her entirely because of most of it is my fault because of the way that I treated you but she could've kept her mouth shut."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," she responded quickly as she shook her hands in front of her chest, "Stop side tracking, we're talking about the way that you feel about me. You can't do this to me. You can't be in love with me. It was just sex."
"Yeah," he informed her, "But sometimes with sex comes complications."
"You're the one who wanted to do the whole casual thing," she shouted at him, "It was you who wanted to do it."
"It was your idea," he told her.
"I was joking," she replied loudly.
"I wasn't," he shouted back at her, "But you're the one who suggested it, I wouldn't have thought of it if it wasn't for you suggesting it."
"So," she responded with a hint of anger, "Now this is my fault?"
"I never said that," he groaned in frustration, "All I'm saying is that it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't suggested it."
"I can't believe that you're actually turning this on me," she laughed cynically, "It wasn't my fault that you fell in love with me. It wasn't my fault that you can't control your feelings. It's not my fault that things got complicated, it's not my fault that you're jealous."
"But if you hadn't moved on with him then I wouldn't have been jealous," he told her, "I wouldn't have been jealous if you'd hadn't have got with him!"
"So," she shrugged angrily, "Now you're blaming Sam for this?"
"That's not what I'm saying," he groaned, "God, why do you keep putting words in my mouth? I never said that it was his fault. I know that it's my fault that I have feelings for you. I know that it's my fault that things got complicated but I'm not gonna apologise for being in love with you."
"I can't do this," she said shaking her head, "I can't be around you. I just can't."
"And I don't want you around me," he told her, "That's what I told Rachel to tell you. I told her that I want to be out of your life because I didn't want to hurt you anymore."
"So," she asked as she folded her arms across her chest and with her bottom lip pouting, "You're trying to make me feel sorry for you now, is that it?"
"No," he responded quickly, "No, not at all. I'm telling you that because it's the truth. I don't want to be in your life. You deserve Sam because he's a nice guy and he'll treat you right, I won't, I already proved that to you by hurting you, by humiliating you."
Santana looked up at him unable to speak, she kept listening to what he was saying, for the first time in her life she hadn't interrupted or used her bitchiness, she just stood there and listened to every word that he said.
"I promised you that I wouldn't do what Puck did to you," he continued, "But that's exactly what I did to you. I hurt you. I humiliated you in front of an audience, and yeah, I got what I deserved, I got bruised balls, a really hard slap in the face, which by the way I lied because it really did hurt, you have no idea how much it hurt. It hurt like a bitch." He shook his head causing him to snap out of it, "Anyways, I get that you're mad at me and you want to be mad at me for forever because how I treated you. I understand that and that's why I said that I would stay out of your life for good. To only see each other if we accidently bump into one another at the Lima Bean. I want you to be happy with Sam because I know how well he treats you. He would never hurt you because he's one of the nicest guys out there."
"How do you know that?" She asked him.
"Rachel told me," he replied, "She told me that he's one of the nicest guys out there and that he would treat you right, and that's exactly what you need. You need to be happy and that guy, he'll treat you well. He'll make you happy. I won't." She looked up at him, speechless once more. "So," he continued, "I'm staying out of your life for good. You won't have to worry about me coming into your life again because I'm gone. I'll stick to my side of the town and you stick to your side of the town, except for the Lima Bean were we'll both go, but other than that, you won't have to see me again. I promise you that."
"You would do that?" She asked him softly.
"Yeah," he nodded, "I would because without me in your life you'll be happier. You'll be happy with him." He smiled small and nervously at her, "You may be a bitch, Santana Lopez, but you can be the nicest person that I've ever met."
"Sebastian," she stuttered, "I-I-I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," he informed her, "You really don't. I think that you should go. You're better without me."
"I-" She spoke.
"No," he interrupted, "Don't say anything, just go, you're better without me. Seriously, I'll be fine. I'm a big boy. I'm young, there's plenty more fish in the sea for me. And besides, college is only two years away, that means that I can have a lot more fun in there being single."
With a sigh, she took a step towards him and leaned up to him, she brushed her lips against his cheek and kissed it softly. "This," she whispered, "Is the nicest thing that you've ever done for me. And I know that this is the hardest thing that you'll ever have to do. Thank you."
She pulled away from him and with a quick turn on her heels she headed towards the door and walked down the hallway quickly towards the front door. Sebastian closed his eyes before any tears could escape. She opened the front door and scurried towards her car quickly, clicking open the door of her car with her electronic lock, she opened the door of the driver's side and climbed inside, placing the key into the ignition she started her car and drove off down the gate where they automatically opened, when they opened enough for her car to pass through she drove through the gates and headed off down the road. Tears started to build up in her eyes, she pulled over to the side and parking her car next to the sidewalk. She hit the steering wheel with frustration and screamed with frustration, the tears streaming down her face, she leaned forward and placed her forehead on the steering wheel and cried hard.