Rehearsal's had commenced and it'd been two weeks since they'd began, of course, Rachel was still not happy about the choice of leads, well, because she wasn't the lead and of course that upset her a great deal. Santana lounged on the bed that was prepared by the wood shop class who had prepared the set for the performance where Sebastian sat at a desk with a typewriter on it as they rehearsed their performance together whilst Puck and the rest of the cast stood in the wings watching them do their rehearsals. Miss Pillsbury, Coach Beast and Artie sat in the audience behind the desk in the audience as they too watch their rehearsals.
Sitting at the table, Sebastian glanced over at Santana who lounged on the bed with her head turned to him. She coughed and placed her hand over her mouth which caused him to turn and look at her sadly.
"Where were you last night?" He asked her sadly.
She looked at him with shock, her eyes widen before looking down with her eyes closed, "I told you," she told him, "I was sick," she smiled at him awkwardly before glancing down at her hands. He stood up and walked over to bed and sat down beside her.
"You don't have to lie to me," he said to her softly. She pushed herself away from the back of the bed before turning her back to him as she looked off into the distance.
"We have to end it," she told him softly, "Everybody knows," she gave a quick glance at him before looking back away from him, "Harold knows." He glanced at her as he looked at her with saddened eyes. "And sooner or later the Duke will find out." Sebastian turned his back to her and looked off to the side which caused her to turn her body to face him to look at him. "On opening night I have to sleep with the Duke," she turned back around before pushing herself away from the bed to take a few steps towards the side. "And the jealously will drive you mad." Sebastian looked off into the distance breathing heavily with sadness. He pushed himself away from the bed and walked off before she looked to the side, "Christian?" She whispered before he turned around to face her.
"Then I'll write a song," he told her which caused her to shake her head, "And-and we'll put it in the show and no matter how bad things get," he placed both of his hands on her cheeks but she refused to look at him but he kept moving his head to look into her eyes, "Or whatever happens, whenever you hear it or when you sing it or whistle it or hum it, it will then you'll know it," he leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaning back to look into her eyes, "it will mean, it'll mean we love one another. I won't get jealous I promise." He kissed her on the forehead once more.
"Things don't work like that, Christian," she told him before stepping back away from him, she took a step to the side as she turned her back to him, "We have to end it," she whispered. Sebastian turned to look at her, she glanced over her shoulder to look at him, she shook her head with a sigh before turning back to look to the side. His saddened gaze turned to the side as he glanced down at the floor with a sad sigh. He glanced back up with widened eyes as he realised something.
"Okay," Artie spoke through the microphone, "That's enough rehearsing for the day. We'll do some more tomorrow. Thank you guys."
Staring at her, Sebastian sighed knowing that the rehearsing was over, she turned her body around to face him, his gaze reached hers before she glanced over his shoulder to notice Puck staring at the both of them, she shook her head before taking a step to the side and walking over to him. Sebastian sighed sadly once more before walking off to the wings and disappearing out of the auditorium. As Santana walked off the stage towards Puck, she started to walk passed him when he reached for her arm to grab it. Santana stopped as she glanced down at his hand on her arm, her gaze returned up to him, she looked at him with an arched eyebrow.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked him harshly.
"What was going on there?" He questioned her with furrowed eyebrows with anger.
"That," she pointed at the stage, "That was called acting. If you were any good you would've been my love interest, wouldn't you?"
"I don't like the way he was looking at you," he told her.
"What?" she frowned, "It was acting, it's about love the whole story which means that he has to look at me like that otherwise people wouldn't believe that we were acting."
"I didn't believe that you were acting," he informed her jealously, "To me it looked like he wasn't acting, it was as if he was genuinely in love with you."
"Wow," she barked, "That's a big word for you, genuinely, wow, I didn't think that you had it in your vocabulary." She rolled her eyes before setting off on her heels to start to walk out of the auditorium, which caused Puck to tighten his grip on her arm stopping her from walking off. Santana stopped in her tracks before turning her body towards him, she glanced down at his hand on her arm before glaring up at him. "What do you think you're doing?" She snarled.
"I haven't finished talking to you," he growled, "We still have things to talk about."
"Oh my god," she smiled smugly, "You're jealous, aren't you?"
"No," he replied with the rolling of his eyes, "I'm not jealous of you two."
"Yes, you are," she smiled, "Oh my god, you have got to be kidding me. Since when has Noah Puckerman been jealous of another guy?"
"I just don't like the way that he looks at you," he told her, "It's not right for a guy like him to look at you."
"What?" She frowned, "Are you saying that a guy like him who has a lot of money shouldn't be looking at a girl like me who comes from Lima Heights?"
"I'm not saying that," he told her.
"Oh really?" She snarled as she placed one of her hands on her hips, "Because where I'm coming from that's exactly how it was sounded."
"Santana, I," he stuttered.
"No," she frowned, "Don't even bother." She pulled her arm away from his grasp before pointing in his face angrily, "You should be so grateful that you're cute because otherwise I'd be smacking your face right now." She stomped her foot on the ground before turning on her heels and stomping out of the auditorium, she shook her head with frustration and placed her hand on her forehead. As she made her way down the hallway still shaking her head with both frustration and anger, she finally reached her locker where she punched in the combination before opening the door quickly and groaning with frustration.
Sebastian walked slowly down the empty school hallways holding his backpack over his shoulder, he glanced around making sure that nobody was there to see them together, when noticing that the coast was clear, he made his way towards her slowly and sneakily. Groaning in frustration, she grabbed something from her locker before throwing it to the back and groaning in frustration once more. Sebastian finally reached her locker where he stood behind the door, she glanced down and noticed his shoes, she rolled her eyes and carried on looking into the locker.
"What do you want, Sebastian?" She asked him with a hint of anger in her voice.
"How did you know that it was me?" He questioned her with his eyebrows knitted together with confusion.
"You're the only person in this school who can afford those shoes," she barked. He glanced down at his shoes before closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"Of course," he whispered to himself. "Are you okay?" He asked her.
"What do you think?" She snarled.
"Hey," he said to her defensively, "I was just asking. I'm concerned about you."
"Well you shouldn't be," she told him before slamming her locker door shut and turning her body towards him, "You shouldn't think about me at all because we're not together."
"I know that," he replied, "But that doesn't mean that I don't care about you. I still worry about you, Santana. I think that I have good reason to do that with the way that you're acting right now."
"I don't want you to be concerned about me," she snarled, "I don't even want you to be anywhere near me."
"I don't understand," he frowned, "What have I done so wrong for you to be speaking to me like this?"
"You're rich," she barked, "That's what you've done wrong." She spun around on her heels as she rolled her eyes and started making her way up the hallway. Sebastian pushed off his heels and jogged after her, he reached towards her and took her arm in his hand as he wrapped his soft skin around hers. Santana stopped and glanced down at his hand on her arm before returning her gaze to looking in front of her. "Get your hand off me," she said through her teeth.
He released his hand from her arm as he slowly walked around in front of her, he stroked his fingertips across the skin of her arms as he stepped in front of her, refusing to look at him, Sebastian moved his head so that he could look at her. "Santana," he said to her softly, "Look at me." She shook her head and kept her gaze away from him as she stared straight ahead of her. Sebastian placed his finger and thumb on her chin softly as he turned her head to look up at him, her chocolate brown eyes met his crystal blue eyes. "I don't know why you're like this," he whispered, "And I know that we're not together anymore because you're with Puck but that still doesn't mean that I don't care about you. Because I do and I still worry about you."
"Well," she snarled, "You shouldn't bother."
"Well, I'm sorry," he shrugged, "But it can't be helped. You can't just stop caring about someone like that. And when I see you act like this, when I see that you're upset, I want to help you. I want you to be able to talk to me."
"I can't," she whispered as she turned her eyes away from him and stared down at the ground.
"Is it because of Puck?" He asked her, "Because if it is then screw him. If he can't allow you to speak to another guy then why the hell are you with him?"
She snapped her head up to look up at him with narrowed eyes, "Puck doesn't tell me what to do," she barked, "Do you really think that I would allow somebody to tell me what to do? Because if you do, then you don't know me at all."
"I know that you're Santana Lopez," he told her, "I know that you're the school bitch and you don't give a damn about what you to say to people, but," he placed his finger and thumb on her chin once more as he held her gaze in his, "I know you, Santana," he smiled, "And I know that even you have your vulnerabilities, and I know that more than anybody else."
"I should go," she softly said as she stepped away from him, she turned on her heels and started making her way down the empty hallway. Sebastian turned around slowly and watched her walk off.
"You're scared," he called which caused her to stop in her tracks, "You're scared because of where you're from and where I'm from but you know that I don't care about that. I may have only known you since the summer but I know you more than most people who have known you for a lifetime. And I definitely know you more than Puck." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her eyes glossing over with emotion and sadness. "I'm not gonna stop caring about you and I don't care about what he thinks."
Santana shook her head once more before setting off again and disappearing around the corner of the hallway. Sebastian sighed and turned around about to head off in the opposite direction when he stopped as he saw Puck standing at the end of the hallway. Puck glared at him with his arms folded across his chest, Sebastian rolled his eyes and shook his head. He pushed off his heels as he made his down the hallway where Puck was still standing shaking his head at him. Sebastian started to walk passed him when Puck reached over and grabbed his shoulder tightly.
"Stay away from my girl," he snarled at him.
"I'm afraid that's not gonna happen," Sebastian replied, "You see, we're in the school musical together so we have to spend time with one another, and we're both in the New Directions, gonna be hard to stay away from her, dontcha think?"
"Just because you have money," Puck barked, "Doesn't mean that I can't pummel your pretty face into the ground."
Sebastian turned on his heels to face him before knocking his hand off his shoulder. "Go ahead," he told him as he took a step towards him, his face in his face, "Hit me if it makes you feel better, but it doesn't matter how many times you hit me, I won't stop being around her."
"You think that you're so smart," Puck threatened, "Because you're not and I'll make sure of that."
"Okay," he frowned with confusion, "That must be the dumbest thing that I've ever heard because that didn't make sense what so ever, but then again, I'd expect that from you."
Pursing his lips together with anger, Puck clenched his fists together before clocking Sebastian in the jaw which caused him to be knocked off balance and hitting his back against the lockers behind him. He reached up to his lip as he stroked his fingertips against it, removed his fingers from his lips he glanced down at his fingertips to notice the blood on them, he glanced back up at him and smirked. "Is that all you've got," Sebastian laughed, "I thought that the famous Noah Puckerman who has been arrested and has gone to juvie because he revoked his parole would've done more than that." He frowned and tilted his head cockily, "Or would Santana never forgive you for hitting me, a guy that she spent the whole summer with?"
Puck clenched his fist together once more, pulling it backwards just about to punch him in the face once more when Coach Beast grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"What do you think you're doing?" She yelled at him, "I thought I told you that if you got into fights again then you'd been kicked off the football team!"
"This punk made me do it," he yelled as he pointed and glared over at Sebastian who was smirking at him.
"I don't care," she yelled, "You don't go around hitting people because you know what'll happen, you'll get kicked out of the school and you'll go back to jail, is that what you want?"
"You know that it's not," he rolled his eyes and glanced down to the side.
"Then go," she told him, "I'll deal with you later."
Puck rolled his eyes before turning on his heels and heading down the empty hallway, he shook his fist as it ached with pain as he disappeared around the corner of the hallway. Sebastian shook his head and touched his lip once more wincing with the pain. Coach Beast looked at him and shook her head.
"Looks like you've got a bad one there," she told him.
"Who knows," he said sarcastically, "Might make me look tough."
"I have one word of advice for you, Smythe," she told him, "Don't mess with a guy like Puckerman, you'll always be on the wrong end of it all."
"I don't care," he shrugged, "Because the pain I'm feeling right now, nothing will be as bad compared to it." He shook his head as he pushed away from the lockers and headed down the empty hallway. Coach Beast watched him as he made his way off, he walked down the hallway dragging his feet along the ground, his head slumped forward and his shoulders drooping, she sighed and bit the inside of her gum causing her lips to purse in the corner, she looked up to the sky and shook her head. "Poor guy," she thought to herselfbefore she took turned on her heels and headed down the empty hallway towards the locker rooms where he office was.