It was the end of the day and it was time for the Glee Club. The New Directions had all arrived in the class and were all seated before Mr Schuester had even entered the hallway towards the choir room. Santana sat at the back of the class next to the Puck who again had his arm around her neck and she sat close to him, her side close to his, her hand was holding onto his as she laced her fingers in and out of his. Sebastian sat to the right of them next to both Blaine and Kurt who were holding each other's hands. Sebastian glanced to the side, his eye gazed down at their hands, noticing their fingers intertwining with one another, his eyebrows knitted together forming a frown. Glancing to the side, Blaine noticed him glaring at them, he reached over and tapped his shoulder, this caused Sebastian to whip his head towards him quickly still with a frown on his face.

"What?" He asked him.

"You're glaring at them," Blaine informed him.

"No I wasn't," he lied.

"You're still doing it now," Blaine told him. This caused Sebastian to stop glaring and slumping in his chair, he folded his arms across his chest and huffed hard. Blaine leaned towards him slowly, "You know," he whispered into his ear, "If you still have feelings for her, you should tell her."

"I can't," he replied quietly.

"Why?" Blaine asked him like a whisper.

"Because," he told him, "She's with him now and she's already told me that there's nothing to talk about because it was just a summer fling, it meant nothing according to her."

"Of course it didn't," Blaine sighed, "That's the type of person who she is. She uses you to get what she wants and when she's had done with you then it's like it never happened."

"But it did happen," he told him, "It did and she's acknowledged that it happened but she just keeps saying that I'm with Puck now, I get it that she's with him but it still doesn't stop me from having feelings for her."

"So," Kurt butted in quietly, "She hasn't denied that you two were together?"

"No," Sebastian frowned, "And why are you butting into the conversation?"

"Because I wanted to," Kurt told him, "And I'm gonna add something else."

"Oh yeah," he asked him, "And what's that?"

"Just one word," Kurt said to him, "Interesting."

"And what's so interesting about that?" Blaine asked him, "I don't understand."

"She hasn't denied that you two were together," Kurt told them, "And she keeps saying that she's with him now, but she doesn't deny that she doesn't still have feelings for you. That's why it's interesting."

"Kurt," Blaine said to him, "She is with him now and he can't stop that."

"I could," Sebastian informed him, "I can do it just because she's in a relationship doesn't mean that I can't stop them being in a relationship."

"You're not," Blaine asked him, "Are you?"

"You never know," he answered, "I could do. It just depends on how I feel."

"Sebastian, you can't do that," Blaine exclaimed, "One it's wrong, and two, you're not a bad person."

"I beg to differ," Kurt objected by raising his hand in the air.

Blaine rolled his eyes and turned his body towards Sebastian. "Do you care about her?" He asked him.

"Of course I do," Sebastian answered, "And that's why I would do that."

"No," Blaine told him, "If you care about her at all you would want her to be happy and when you look at her now, is she happy?"

Sebastian glanced over his shoulder to see Santana and Puck smiling at one another. Sebastian turned back around to look at Blaine, "Yeah," he sighed, "Yeah, she's happy with him."

"Do you want to see her miserable?" Blaine questioned him.

"No," he responded by shaking his head, "No, I wouldn't want that."

"Because that's what you'll do if you try and break them up," Blaine informed him, "You break them two up and she'll never forgive you. She won't want to be you and she'll hate you, and you don't want that, do you?"

"No," he replied sadly, "No, I don't want that."

"Then don't try and break them up," Blaine told him, "Because that's exactly what'll happen if you break them up, she'll hate you."

And with a sad sigh, Sebastian glanced over his shoulder to look at her again, his eyes softened and became sad. Santana who was still smiling at Puck felt as if somebody was staring at her which caused her to glance to the side, she noticed him staring at her and before turning back to Puck, she gave him a small smile which caused Sebastian to mirror her smile. Sebastian turned his focus to the front of the class when he heard the clicking of Mr Schuester's heels of his leather shoes on the floor. Mr Schuester placed his brown leather satchel down on the piano and he clapped his hands together grabbing the attention of the students.

"So," Mr Schuester called, "Has anybody got anything to say before we start talking about the Sectionals."

"Yeah, Mr Schue," Rachel exclaimed with her hand in the air, "I have something to say."

"Oh god," Santana muttered, "Here we go."

"Okay, Rachel," Mr Schuester replied, "The floor is yours." He gestured to the floor whilst taking a step to the side. Rachel stood up and walked to the centre of the classroom, she spun around on her heels to face the rest of them.

"As you all know," she spoke, "The school musical has been posted and I have some questions that I want to ask. One, why wasn't I picked for the role?"

"Um," Santana shot at her, "Because I was better."

"One, that's a lie," Rachel blurted out, "Because everybody knows in here that I have a better voice than you, and two, that's just rude."

"But what you've just said to me wasn't?" Santana remarked, "Because what you just said to me was rude."

"But I'm the better singer," Rachel exclaimed, "I should've gotten the role before you. I don't understand why you got the lead."

"Because she was obviously better than you," Sebastian blurted out, "You know what, I'm so sick and tired of you always thinking about yourself. You think that you're the best all of the time. You think that you should always get the lead role because you think you're the best there is. Well, news flash, Streisand, not everything is about you. So the sooner you realise that and get your nose out of your butt, the better."

The whole class shot a look of shock towards Sebastian who had just made a comment that nobody in the class would ever make, this including Santana who couldn't believe that he stood up for her.

"You can't talk to me like that," she scoffed.

"I'll think you'll find that I can," he shot at her, "You're not the Queen of England, even though you make out that you are, but you're not. You've gotta learn in life that you don't get everything that you want. And the sooner you learn that the better." He glanced around and noticed the whole class staring at him, "You'll all thinking it," he shrugged, "And don't deny that you're not. Just because I'm not scared to tell her the truth. She has to know the truth."

"Enough," Mr Schuester yelled, "Sebastian what you just said was rude and uncalled for."

"But what she said was okay?" He asked him, "That's not fair, it's like you're treading on egg shells around her and I'm sick and tired of it. She only cares about herself and I thought that this was supposed to be a family. We'll evidently not if everything has to be about her."

"Sebastian," Mr Schuester sighed, "I think that you should leave the class and cool off."

"Fine," he snarled, he leaned down and grabbed his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder before standing up and heading towards the door of the classroom. He stopped and turned on his heels, "But I can't believe that you all act as if she's innocent when she's not," he spoke, "All she cares about is herself and you're all too scared to stand up to her."

"I'm not scared," Quinn replied raising her hand into the air, "I tell her the truth."

"Me too," Santana agreed, "And you all know that I do."

"Sebastian," Mr Schuester said softly, "I'll deal with her, but please, just go and cool down."

With a heavy sigh, Sebastian turned on his heels and headed out of the classroom. Rachel smiled and turned to Mr Schuester.

"Thank you, Mr Schue," she smiled, "He was out of order there."

"No, Rachel," Mr Schuester disagreed, "He was right. You are selfish and I am sick and tired of you whining all of the time saying that you should always be the lead. Artie, Miss Pillsbury and Coach Beast chose Santana for reason."

"Yeah," Santana added, "Because I'm better than you."

"Santana," Mr Schuester frowned, "Don't."

"What?" She shrugged, "I'm just telling the truth. Berry, get over it, I'm the lead and you're not. For once in your life, get a grip."

Rachel stomped her foot on the ground, pouting and frowning like a spoilt child before stomping over to her chair before slumping down on it. She folded her arms across her chest, Finn tried to place his arm around her shoulder but she knocked it off and glared at him for doing it. Finn turned his head away from her with an awkward look on his face.

Santana glanced over to her with a cocky smirk on her face before glancing over to the door where Sebastian had left the class. Her cocky smirk faded and she thought about him, she liked the fact that he'd stuck up for her but the only other thought that was in her head was 'I'm with Puck' but the one thing that she never thought was 'I'm in love with Puck'.

Sebastian sat on the table benches in the courtyard looking down at his hands, shaking his head with anger from earlier. He couldn't believe that she could get away with speaking to people like that. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gravel crunching underneath the shoes of Santana's sneakers. He looked up slowly and looked straight at her.

"What?" He asked her.

"I just came to see how you were," she told him.

"Why?" He asked, "I thought you were with Puck?"

"I am," she responded, "But that doesn't mean that I can't talk to you, does it?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I don't know if he's the jealous type or not."

"Puck doesn't control me," she told him, "Nobody controls me, I control my own life and yeah, Puck is jealous that we're working together and that we're being the romantic lead but he can't stop me from seeing or speaking to you."

"So," he asked her curiously, "You just came to see if I was okay?"

"Yeah," she lied, "Why, what else would I come to see you about?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "Maybe you've come to thank me for sticking up for you in there."

"All right, fine," she sighed, "I did come out here to thank you for what you did in there, you happy?"

"Why would I be happy?" He frowned.

"Because I'm admitting to defeat," she told him.

"Because you hate anybody sticking up for you," he smiled. She looked at him with her head tilted to the side slightly, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow of curiosity. "I know you," he told her, "Remember. Even though it was only a summer that we spent together but that summer you shared things with me that you'd never shared with anybody else." He leaned towards her slightly, "You told me that, remember?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "I did tell you that, but I didn't think that you would've listened."

"Well, obviously you don't," he told her before pushing himself up from the table bench and placed both of feet down on the ground, "Because if you did," he added, "Then you would've listened when I said that I'm a good listener." He took a step towards her and looked down at her, she looked up into his eyes before looking down to the side. "I know that we're gonna be spending some time with each now for the school musical," he said to her softly, "But try not to fall in love with me," he smiled before pushing off and heading back down the pathway which lead to the main school gates.

She turned around quickly to face him. "I'm with Puck," she called. He turned around also to face her whilst still walking backwards.

"You know what's funny?" He called.

"And what's that?" She called back.

"You've said constantly I'm with Puck," he told her, "But not once have you said that you've got feelings for him." He shrugged his shoulder whilst pouting, "Just saying." She stared at him with shock knowing that he was telling the truth, he raised his eyebrows quickly before turning on his heels and heading down towards the parking lot for his car. Santana still stood there in shock, her thoughts running wild in her head pondering about what he's just told her.

"I am with Puck," she thought, "But he's right. I never did say that I had feelings for him. Why can't I tell him that I have feelings for Puck? Because I don't have feelings for him, do I?"