It was the end of the day and the New Directions had all headed home, everybody except Santana, Brittany and Sebastian. Sebastian stood by the piano with a black, ballpoint pen in his hand with a sheet of paper on top of the piano, he was tapping the top of the pen to a rhythmic beat of frustration, he leant both of his elbows on the piano as he thought of a final song that they could use, he rested his chin on his hand with his cheek pushed up against his knuckles. Both Santana and Brittany were standing outside of the classroom chatting to one another. Santana refused to go home with Puck today after what he'd done to Sebastian yesterday, she knew that he wasn't her boyfriend but that didn't mean that she didn't still care about him, and something deep down inside of her hated Puck for doing that to him, she was angry at him, but she was angry at herself more for still actually caring about Sebastian. He was only supposed to be a summer fling and that's all it was supposed to be, but something still deep down inside of her cared for him. The sound of the tapping on the piano caused Santana to glance towards the door. Even the sound of his pen tapping on the piano caused her to lose concentration, Brittany noticed her not concentrating on the conversation and looked to the distance of where Santana was looking. "What are we supposed to be looking at?" Brittany asked innocently. "What?" Santana answered, she shook her head to snap herself out of the daydreaming and faced her, "What?" "Where were you looking?" Brittany asked her. "Nowhere," she lied, "You know what, you should head home, I need to stick around for a while, I don't want you to wait around for me." "What do you have to do?" She asked her innocently. "I just need to work on something," she lied, "You understand, dontcha, Britt?" "Yeah," Brittany smiled innocently, "I understand, I'll see ya tomorrow. I'll call you later." "Yeah," she smiled and nodded, Brittany touched her arm softly before turning on her heels and bounced down the empty hallway. Watching her as she disappeared around the corner, Santana took a deep breath before she turned on her heels and slowly stepped towards the classroom where Sebastian was still scratching his brain to think of a final song. She placed her hands on her hips and slowly stepped towards him. "You need some help," she asked him which caused him to glance up from the piece of paper and looked at her. "Wouldn't your boyfriend be jealous?" He snarled as he looked down at the piece of paper, "I mean, he doesn't like us spending time together, he thinks that we'll be at it right over there on the chairs." "That's not funny," she frowned. "Do you see me laughing?" He asked her bluntly, "Because I don't." "He's not that bad," she told him as she took a step towards him, "He can be a really nice guy." "I can sense a but coming along here," he commented. "How did you sense that?" She frowned with confusion. "I guess I must be psychic," he joked which caused her to smile and shake her head. "You're such an idiot," she laughed. "You know," he looked at her, "That's the first time that I've actually seen you smile for a long time. It's nice, you should do it a lot more." "Are you trying to say I'm a miserable bitch?" She scoffed as she planted both of her hands on her hips. "When you're with him," he nodded, "Yeah, I do. And you know how beautiful I think you are when you smile." "Sebastian," she sighed, "Not this again." "I don't understand," he frowned, "Can't I say that you look beautiful, I thought girls liked it when guys gave them a compliment or is it just me that you don't want a compliment from?" "I never said that," she sighed, "I just don't think that it's appropriate that you should be paying me compliments like that, I'm not single." "Don't I know that," he rolled his eyes and turned back to looking at the piece of paper, "And to answer your question from earlier, yes, I would love some help." Santana took a step towards him and stood to the left of him, her skin pressed against the soft wool of his sweater, she leant forward and folded her arms on the top of the piano as she glanced down at the piece of paper which contained a list of ABBA songs from Mamma Mia! "Can't you choose?" She asked him. "No," he replied, "Everybody in the damn group has a favourite song from the movie, but the songs that they're choosing, everybody would be picking them and singing them, I just don't want to have to go to Sectional's and have the same song as them. That would be awful." "You wanna know what my favourite song was from the movie?" She asked him as she turned her head to face him, he too then turned his head to face her, their eyes connecting with one another. "Tell me," he smiled. "This one," she said to him as she pointed down at the song on the piece of paper. Sebastian turned his gaze down to where her finger was pointing, her finger was placed on the song, 'Lay Your Love On Me'. "I love that song," he smiled. "You're just saying that because it's my favourite song," she replied. "No," he laughed, "I'm actually telling the truth. That is one of my favourite songs from ABBA. I love it because not everybody loves it. I like to be different." "Don't I know that," she rolled her eyes and smiled. "What do you say?" He asked her, "Wanna give it a go?" Nodding over to the empty floor space where most people sang their songs Santana glanced over her shoulder and took a long hard look at the floor, she thought about what he said to her before snapping out of it and shaking her head, she snapped her head back to look at him. "No," she responded by shaking her head at him, "No, I don't think that would be a good idea." "Why not?" He questioned her as he folded his arms across his chest, "Are you afraid of what Puck would say to you?" "I told you," she shot at him, "I don't give a damn what Puck would think. He doesn't own me. I mean," she paused and folded her across her chest, "He thinks that he owns me but he doesn't." "Uh-huh," he nodded unconvinced by the remark. "What?" She frowned. "Nothing," he shrugged with a smug look on his face. "No," she replied and unfolded her arm to point at him, "That's not a nothing, that's a something. I know you, Sebastian Smythe, I know that you're more than what meets the eye." He smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders once more, she shook her head at him as she took a step towards him, "So spill," she told him, "What's behind the whole nothing?" "What do you want me to say?" He shrugged. "The truth," she told him, "Because I know that that smirk means nothing. You, Sebastian Smythe are more to that. You're not only smart but you're cunning, that's why we get on so much." "Okay, fine," he surrendered as he threw his hands up in the air dramatically, "You caught me." "Tell me the truth," she demanded. "You know," he smirked, "You really hot when you demand things. Super hot," he winked at her flirtatiously along with a flirtatious smile. "Whoa there," she informed him as she placed her hand on his chest, "No, no, you're not gonna be flirting with me right now because we need to talk about what you just said to me." "Fine," he shrugged and took a step back, "What I was thinking was that maybe the reason why you don't want to sing with me is because if you do, then you won't be able to control yourself when you're around me." "Don't be ridiculous," she short laughed, "That is the most ridiculous thing that I've ever heard in my life." She short laughed once more before turning her back to him, she carried on laughing but her laugh soon turned into an awkward laugh when the realisation hit her, the realisation that maybe what he said was the truth, maybe she wouldn't be able to control herself when he was close to her, she didn't know but she couldn't allow him to know it. She quickly turned back to face him, "You know what," she told him, "How about we do do the song and I'll prove to you that I don't have feelings for you and I will be able to control myself when I'm around you." She paused, "And besides, we're gonna be doing the school musical together where I have to kiss you, so I'm pretty sure that I'll be able control myself with you when I do this song." "All right then," he shrugged, "If you insist." "Oh, I do," she replied quickly and cockily. "Fine," he shrugged. Santana took a step back to the centre of the floor and pointed at him and he walked towards her. [Sebastian] I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice Santana placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side slightly as Sebastian took a step towards her. [Sebastian] But now it isn't true Now everything is new And all I've learned has overturned I beg of you... Santana placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away from her and as he walked backwards she walked towards him. [Santana] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me She took a step towards him, placing her hand on his cheek, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the touch of her skin against his made him all tingly inside. She smiled at him as she sung the song before she took a step away from him which caused him to open his eyes and followed her with his gaze. Santana sat down on the chairs, she placed her legs on the chairs as she draped her arm over the back of the chair and sat seductively. [Santana] It was like shooting a sitting duck A little smalltalk, a smile and baby I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily Santana swivelled her legs off the chair before pushing herself from the chair and started to walk towards him, she shook her hips as she made her way towards him. She took a final step towards him as their chests touched one another. I feel a kind of fear When I don't have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you dear... Sebastian stepped towards her as she took a step back, she walked backwards towards the chairs and when the back of her legs hit the chair she sat down on the chair, he leant down and placed his hand on her cheek, he stroked his thumb across hers. [Sebastian] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me [Both] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Sebastian leant down towards her, both of them with their eyes closed, he grazed her skin softly with the tip of his thumb. Santana gasped and turned her head away from him. "I can't," she whispered. She slid along the chair which caused Sebastian to close his eyes and sighing hard. Santana stood up from her chair and placed her hand on her forehead as she slowly walked towards the door, she stopped and turned around quickly to face him. "It's not that I don't want to," she admitted which caused him to slowly turn around to face her with sad, worried eyes, "But you know that I can't," she continued, "Like I said, we both come from different worlds, you come from Lobster and Caviar and I come from Burgers and Hot Dogs." "Why does that matter so much to you?" He questioned her, "Because it means nothing to me, all that matters to me is that we cared about one another. I mean, am I like every other snobby rich person out there?" "No," she sighed, "But-" "But it doesn't matter what I say," he interrupted, "Because you've already made your mind up about how you feel about this all. So, why don't you go back to your boyfriend that you can't trust." He walked towards her and before passing her he stopped and faced her. "But just to let you know," he told her, "You and I both know that I would be a better boyfriend than he'll ever be, but if you want my honest opinion, I think you're making a mistake being with him because the guy doesn't trust you, and relationships are supposed to be built on trust, so what's the point in being in a relationship if you can't trust one another." "I can trust him," she told him. "Can you really?" He questioned her, "Because if a guy is so paranoid about cheating, it's probably because he's cheating too," he shrugged, "But hey, that's just my opinion." He then turned his body to face the door of the glee room before leaving through the door. Santana exhaled hard and closed her eyes. She knew that what he said was the truth, but she just couldn't let go of something that she'd planted in her head for so long that she was starting to believe it, 'They both come from different worlds.'