The school musical was coming, there was just a week until it actually went on sale for the school, the family and friends of the students who attended the school and Artie, Miss Pillsbury and Coach Beast had decided to call a last rehearsal for it to make things perfect as it was something that Artie was passionate about, his last school musical was a success and he wanted his second to last one to be a success too.

Both Santana and Rachel waited in the wings whilst Sebastian was on stage with the guys doing a scene from the hotel room. Watching every move that Sebastian did, Santana bit down on her lower lip anxiously, she didn't know what to do, she took on the advice that Rachel Berry gave her, however, she still didn't know what to do. She didn't know what choice to make, she was scared in case she made the wrong choice because Rachel was right, you don't realise that you've had something until you've lost it. With a deep breath, Santana turned her body to face Rachel.

"I need your help," she told her.

"With what?" Rachel asked her with raised eyebrows, "Do you need help with your scenes because I could help you with that."

"What?" She frowned, "No, I'm awesome at that, I need your help with something else. Something that we were discussing the other day." Santana nodded at her with raised eyebrows and her eyes slightly wider than usual. Rachel looked at her with her eyebrow knitted together with confusion and turning her head to the side slightly not understanding what she was talking about, and then it hit her, she realised what Santana was talking about and her eyes raised with her eyes widening at the same time.

"Oh," Rachel realised with Santana nodding at her gritting her teeth together. Rachel glanced around and noticed that they had a slight audience, turning her head back to her, she reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the auditorium. She pulled her towards a dressing room in the back, Santana walked through the door with both of her hands on her forehead with Rachel closing the door behind them both, she turned around and looked at her. "Talk to me," Rachel said to her, "I'll be able to help. Well, at least I think I'll be able to."

Santana turned around and removed one of her hands from her forehead leaving one still placed on it, her eyes wandering around the dressing room nervously. "I don't know what to do," she cried, "I really don't know what to do. I know you gave me some really good advice, which by the way, I wasn't expecting, but still, you gave me some really good advice."

"Then what's the problem?" Rachel asked her curiously.

"I don't know what choice to make," she sighed dramatically, "I mean, I like Puck, I really do but you're right, the guy did forget Valentine's Day and I did make up some excuses to Sebastian which I shouldn't have because I don't usually do that." She started pacing backwards and forwards in the room nervously, "But then there's Sebastian who is unbelievable. He remembered everything that I told him about over the summer, he listened to me and he sang me a song on Valentine's day that did make me feel special."

"So," Rachel asked her, "What's the problem?"

"I can't choose," she cried as she turned around to face her.

"Are you serious?" Rachel exclaimed, "Did you not just hear what you just said about Sebastian? You gave so many cons for Puck but so many pros for Sebastian, that's how you tend to make choices from pros and cons."

"I know," she sighed, "But you don't understand."

"Well," she said to her softly, "Tell me why I wouldn't understand and then maybe I can help you like I have been helping you." Rachel took a step towards her, she reached over and took her hand softly.

"Sebastian and I come from different worlds," she told her, "He comes from lobster and caviar where as I come from burgers and hot dogs."

"So?" Rachel shrugged, "What's wrong with that?"

"He has a different life to me," she informed her, "I wouldn't fit into his life. He's from Westerville where as I'm from Lima Heights, it's a completely different lifestyle."

"Are you worried that he cares?" Rachel questioned her, "Does he know that you're from Lima Heights?"

"Yeah, of course he does," she told her, "I mean, come on, how many times have I used the threat 'Lima Heights Hospitality'?"

"So," Rachel frowned, "Why's it such a problem? The guy is obviously madly in love with you, why does it care where you're from? Are you worried about what his family would think of you?"

"I don't know," she sighed, "I just don't know anything, I just have it in my head that we shouldn't be together because we come from different worlds."

"That's stupid," Rachel told her, "That's one of the stupidest things that I've ever heard."

"Excuse me?" She snarled, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean exactly what I said," Rachel informed her, "You're obviously madly in love with Sebastian otherwise you would've cut ties with him over the summer, you wouldn't be smiling at him and when he wants to talk to you, you wouldn't go to him. You still have feelings for him. You can't stand to be away from him. It's like he's a piece of metal and you're a magnet and you're constantly attracted to him, that you're constantly being pulled towards him. If you ask me, I think that's telling you something."

Santana sighed hard and glanced towards the door. She knew that Rachel was telling the truth, she knew that she would always go back to Sebastian even though everything in her body was telling her not to, her heart would always win and tell her to go to him, but she didn't want to admit to that, she needed more proof but the only way that she would know that it was the truth is if she kissed him, if she kissed him and felt nothing then she would know that she didn't have feelings for him, but if she did feel something in the kiss then she would be in trouble because she was with Puck and she would have to hurt him, something that she never wanted to do because she did care about him, but the question was, 'was she in love with him?'

Both Santana and Sebastian stood on the stage, after singing 'One Day I'll Fly Away' Santana stood at the front of the stage as she looked out to the audience. Sebastian walked slowly towards the front of the stage. Santana onto a angle which still showed the audience her face and that she was ignoring them.

"Sorry," Sebastian apologised, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean...I saw- I saw your light on. I'm climbed up the..."

"What?" Santana asked with knitted eyebrows of confusion.

"I couldn't sleep," he told her, "And I-I wanted to thank you for helping me get the job."

"Oh," she nodded, "Of course. Yes, Toulouse-Toulouse was right. You are- you're very talented." He took a step towards her. "It's going to be a wonderful show." She turned her back to him and faced the audience. "Anyway, I- I better go because we-we both have a big day tomorrow." She turned her body towards the wings and took a step towards the side.

"Wait," he said to her as he reached her hand out in front of him, "No, please wait." She stopped and turned her body towards him, her body still on an angle which still showed her face to the audience. "Before when we were-when we, when you thought I was the Duke and you said that you loved me." She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. "And I-I wondered if-if..."

"If it was an act?" She finished off his question.

"Yes," he replied.

"Of course," she responded by lifting her chin upwards.

"Oh," he replied sadly as he looked down at the ground, "It just felt real."

"Christian," she told him as she took a few steps towards him, "I'm a courtesan, I'm paid to make men believe what they want to believe."

"Yes," he smiled awkwardly, "Silly of me, to think that you could fall in love with somebody like me."

She short laughed and glanced back down at the ground before returning her gaze back up to him. "I can't fall in love with anyone."

"Can't fall in love?" He asked with knitted eyebrows of confusion. "But a life without love that's terrible."

"No," she exclaimed, "Being on the streets, that's terrible."

"No," he disagreed which made her laugh with frustration, "Love is like oxygen."

"What?" She asked with him knitted eyebrows of confusion.

"Love is a many splendour things. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love."

He took a step towards her and she shuck her head at him. "Please," she sighed, "Don't start that again."

"All you need is love," he sang.

"A girl has got to eat," she told him.

"All you need is love," he sang again.

"She'll end up on the street," she told him again.

"All you need is love," he sang to her and she short laughed once more.

"Love is just a game," she sang back to him. She turned around before Sebastian ran around in front of her.

"I was meant for loving you baby," he sang, "You were made for loving me."

She turned around and started to walk across the stage, "The only way of loving me baby," she sang and glanced over her shoulder, she flicked her hair before turning back, "Is to pay a lovely fee."

He jogged back in front of her. "Just one night," he sang, "Just one night."

"There's no way, because you can't pay." She took a step to the side but he mirrored her every move.

"In the name of love," she laughed, "one night in the name of love."

"You crazy fool, I won't give in to you." She started to walk off before he reached his hand out to her.

"Don't." She stopped walking and glanced over her shoulder to give him a smile with a raised eyebrow, "Leave me this way, I can't survive without your sweet love, oh baby. Don't leave me this way."

She turned around and took a step towards the audience, she looked out into the audience. "You think that people would have had enough of silly love songs."

He took a step towards her, "I look around me and I see it isn't so, oh no."

She turned onto an angle and faced him. "Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs."

"Well what's wrong with that?" He leaned down towards her, he stroked his fingers across her cheeks, his lips about to brush hers before she gasped and turned her head away from him, taking a step towards the front of the stage. "I'd like to know, cause here I go again!" He ran towards the front of the stage and jumped onto a table at the front of it causing her to squeal slightly. "Love lifts us up where we belong!" He opened his arms out to the side.

"Get down, get down," she yelled at him.

"Where eagles fly, on a mountain high." She reached up to him and grabbed his hand, he turned his body towards her as he climbed down off the table, he stepped towards her and pressed his body against hers, their bodies still on an angle for the audience to see their facial expressions. He placed his hands softly onto her hips.

"Love makes us act like we are fools." She pulled away from him, taking a step away from him she turned back to him, "Throw our lives away for one happy day." She walked towards the side.

"We could be heroes!" He opened his arms out wide before following her, "Just for one day."

"You, you would be mean," She walked around the stage.

"No, no, I won't," he laughed as he followed her around.

"And I'll," she threw her arms up into the air dramatically, "I'll drink all the time." She stopped and turned her back to him which caused him to stop.

"We should be lovers!"

"We can't do that."

"We should be lovers! And that's a fact."

She turned around to face him, "Know nothing would keep us together."

He took a step towards her and she too mirrored what he was doing. "We could steal time." They finally met up with one another and their bodies touched one another. "Just for one day," They sang together, "We can be heroes, forever and ever. We can be heroes forever and ever. We could be heroes just because..."

He reached down and placed his hand onto her hip softly and stroked his fingertips across it. "I will always love you."

"I," she joined in with the song.

"Can't help loving..." They both sang together.

"You," he finished off the song.

"How wonderful life is," she sang with a smile on her face.

"Now you're in the world..." They both sang together.

"You're gonna be bad for business," she whispered as she leaned towards him, "I can tell." He leaned towards her more and kissed her passionately, his lips caressing hers and his thumb stroking her dress softly. Santana felt something when she kissed him, her lips started to tingle, the hairs on her skin raised and she felt a tingling sensation in her toes. With her eyes closed as she kissed him butterflies fluttered around in her stomach and she imagined a firework exploded behind the both of them. The kiss was perfect and it wasn't her acting, it was her actually kissing him. His hand stroked his way up her body and finally reaching her neck where he carried on caressing her skin with his fingertips.

"And cut," Artie spoke through the microphone which caused them to pull away from the kiss slowly with their eyes still closed. When her eyes gradually finally opened her eyes made contact with his and when she looked, she couldn't seem to look away, the only thing that stopped them from making eye contact with one another was the sound of Artie's voice blurring through the speakers either side of the stage. "That was great guys," he spoke again, "Let's move onto the next scene."

They quickly looked away from one another before both of them disappeared off to the wings of the stage, both of them going opposite directions. Santana kept her head down as she made her way towards Rachel was standing in the wings, she reached down and grabbed her hand as she pulled her out of the auditorium back towards the dressing room. She passed Puck who's gaze was looking up at the ceiling of the auditorium. He knew that the kiss meant something and he'd finally realised that all of his worst fears had come true, especially when he heard the muttering of the directors in the audience talking about how real and believable the chemistry and the kiss was.