21. Sebastian (II)
Red light was filling the air all over the dance floor. Santana Lopez was moving her body at the sound of the music. Her body was shaking with every beat. 2 AM and nothing but the rhythm mattered anymore. Her drink was spilling drops all over her red high-heel shoes. Her dress was showing more than a mother would be proud of. But it was Scandals, so that wasn't a problem.
"I wasn't expecting you around here, Mrs. Lopez." Sebastian Smythe approached to her, dancing along as well. "Actually, I never expect nobody without something more than a tampon between their legs."
Santana turned to dance with him, rubbing her back against his chest. "This is the only place I know that my instincts won't make regret anything in the morning."
"Oh, I thought you were feeling like a challenge. You know, taking someone from the Dark Side of the Gay." Sebastian chuckled as he spun Santana.
"No, it's just I always get sexually needy when I go through a break up. It's like a mechanism that my body uses to tell me I can't leave it unattended for too much. The difference is that the last one hundred break-ups I called Brittany to satisfy me, but today…"
"Kinda out of the list, isn't it?"
The song ended, and she sat on one of the stools next to the bar. "But I'm not here to talk about it. Especially with you."
"Why are you showing me your paws, kitten? I thought we were besties," Sebastian replied while sitting in the stool next to Santana's.
"Oh, bitch, please. Doing a back-up for Berry with us doesn't make you one of the gang. That's just your daily duty in McKinley Glee Club. Get used to it."
Sebastian raised his hand and ordered two mojitos. "You can't deny that you could use a friend tonight, Tana." He made a pause. "Which reminds me: where's your BerryFF?"
"The only thing I could say to her in this exact moment is a big and loud 'It's all your fault', so we better not talk for a few days."
"Do you know that today is school night?"
"My one and only class is at 6 pm, you are the one who should be in wrapped in his blanky having sweet and gelly dreams with Blainey Anderson."
Sebastian chuckled as he took a sip of his mojito. "That's true. We have some unsolved business."
And then Santana laughed. "Oh, yeah, you wish!"
"I'm irresistible, and you know it."
Santana petted the boy's hair. "Sure, honey."
Sebastian held "his friend's" hand and took her to the stage and gave her a microphone.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Karaoke night! And don't make that face. Gays have really good music. It's not like I'm bringing you to the open night of a senior center."
"Why are you speaking as if we're not gay?" Santana chuckled as she put the mic in its stand and headed down.
Sebastian kept holding her hand. "Because I don't think you are and because I am the best male vocalist you've ever had for your duets."
The music started playing right after Sebastian asked the DJ which song he wanted to sing.
[S&M – Rihanna & Britney Spears]
Sebastian:
I like it, like it.
"No… I can't… I can't sing Britney without her," Santana said.
Sebastian:
I like it, like it.
"Come on, you'll like it!" Sebastian replied.
Sebastian:
I like it, like it.
I, I like it, like it.
"It's kind of her th…" Sebastian shut Santana's mouth with the microphone before she could finish the sentence.
Sebastian:
I like it, like it.
I like it, like it.
You'll like it, like it.
Santana:
Na na na, come on.
Sebastian:
I like it, like it.
Santana:
Na na na, come on.
Sebastian:
I, I like it, like it.
Santana:
Na na na na na, come on.
Sebastian:
I like it, like it.
Santana:
Na na na, come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Na na na na na na.
Sebastian:
Feels so good being bad. (Santana: Oh oh, oh oh oh)
There's no way I'm turning back. (Santana: Oh oh, oh oh oh)
Santana and Sebastian.
Now the pain is my pleasure.
Cause nothing could measure. (Santana: Oh, oh, oooh)
Sebastian:
Love is great, love is fine. (Santana: Oh oh, oh oh oh)
Out the box, out of line. (Santana: Oh oh, oh oh oh)
The affliction of the feeling
leaves me wanting more. (Santana: Oh, oh, oooh)
Santana:
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care; I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones.
But chains and whips excite me.
Santana and Sebastian:
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care; I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones.
But chains and whips excite me.
Santana:
Na na na, come on.
Santana and Sebastian:
Come on.
Come on.
I like it, like it.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Santana:
Na na na (Sebastian: I like it, like it)
Santana and Sebastian:
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
I like it, like it.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
I like it, like it.
Santana:
Just one night full of sin. (Sebastian: Oh oh, oh oh oh)
Feel the pain on your skin. (Sebastian: Oh oh, oh oh oh)
Tough, I don't scream mercy.
It's your time to hurt me.
Yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
If I'm bad tie me down. (Sebastian: Oh oh, oh oh oh)
Shut me up, gag and bound me. (Sebastian: Oh oh, oh oh oh)
Cause the pain is my pleasure.
Nothing comes better.
Yeah.
Santana and Sebastian:
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Sebastian:
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care; I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones.
But chains and whips excite me.
Santana:
Na na na, come on.
Santana and Sebastian:
Come on.
Come on.
I like it, like it.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
I like it, like it.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
I like it, like it.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
I like it, like it.
S S S and M M M.
S S S and M M M.
Santana:
Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me.
Oh, you turn me on.
Sebastian:
It's exactly what I've been yearning for.
Give it to me strong.
Santana:
And meet me in my boudoir.
Make my body say ah, ah, ah.
I like it, like it
Sebastian:
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care; I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones.
But chains and whips excite me.
Santana and Sebastian:
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care; I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones.
But chains and whips excite me.
Na na na, come on.
Come on
Come on
I like it, like it.
Come on
Come on
Come on
I like it, like it.
Come on
Come on
Come on
I like it, like it.
Come on
Come on
Come on
I like it, like it. (Sebastian: Like it!)
S S S and M M M.
S S S and M M M.
S S S and M M M.
S S S and M M M.
"Has anyone told you that you look like crap?" Blaine asked Sebastian on their way down the hallway.
And the little boy was not far from reality. Sebastian was hiding his eyes behind a pair of Ray Ban shades. His hair was far away from his usually perfect style and the earplugs he had stuck practically into his brain didn't help his blending with the student body.
"Long, long night." He wasn't listening to a word Blaine said, mostly because he couldn't hear him, but since the answer satisfied his friend, no harm done.
Both of them sat together in the choir room. "And are you planning to sing with that in your ears?"
"Six AM," Sebastian answered while throwing his head back.
Both Santana and Sebastian walked out of the club. Actually, they stumbled out. It was almost dawn, and after three mojitos and six duets they were not in their best shape.
"And now we are supposed to drive?" Santana said while giggling on her way to the car.
"I live two blocks away from here, so…"
"You wanna have a sleepover with me, Squirrel Criminal?" She turned and walked back to Sebastian. "Bah, yeah, whatever. I don't think I'm your kind of target in case you're a sexual predator so..."
Blaine kept making more and more questions as the New Directions' took their seats and Mr. Shue began the class. Once all of them were sitting, the teacher started with a big 'SECTIONALS' written on the board. "This is it, boys."
Every single person in the room applauded in excitement. And Sebastian thanked God for the earplugs that saved him from having a seizure due to hangover.
"First of all, we need someone who do the honors and by playing a drum roll for the big announcement of the soloists. Which I've been trying to do for a week, by the way. So… according to the tradition, Blaine, as co-captain can you fill Finn's place?" Will said while handing the former Warbler a pair of drumsticks.
"Actually that's his goal in life," Santana said while walking in. "Sorry, I get cranky when I haven't slept well. And sorry for the delay," she apologized, but only to Mr. Shue.
Blaine frowned as he sat behind the drums. "You've been picking on me since you came back from New York. I really don't think that's only when you haven't slept or you are menstruating. It's just that you live in a constant and chronic bitch mode."
"Boys, let's keep it friendly, alright?" Will interceded.
"Don't worry, Mr. Shue, I'm happy little Blainey finally have grown some balls," Santana replied. She accidentally sat next to Brittany, and it took a while before she realized that they weren't supposed to sit together anymore. At least till things got less rough between them. So Santana scooted over to the next chair, at Sebastian's right side.
"As I was saying: Sectionals. I have two pieces of news," the teacher continued.
"Always the bad one first," Artie said.
"Both of them are bad," Will answered. "As you might have heard, there was a fire at Carmel High School last Friday, and the whole competition had to be rescheduled given their impossibility to compete this week, when their Sectionals were programmed for."
Terror faces started being drawn among the group, especially when it came about experience in gleeclubism. "No…" Rachel, Tina and Artie said in unison.
"Yes." It was a sad nod what joined Will's conjunction. "We have to put up a show for this Saturday. And as the organization thought it was fun for Nationals and giving the acceptance and success of the restriction, we'll have to stick to another theme requirement again: 80s, 90s, 00s."
"So… are you saying that we have to put three numbers in less than four days? There's no way you can appeal against that?" Joe asked.
"This wouldn't be the first time. Have you all forgotten our Nationals in New York?" Will tried to cheer the kids.
Brittany tried to do the math. "So we have to start singing a nonsense mash-up around the city, neglect the piece of art Artie and I composed, write another two songs and let Finn and Rachel eat each other on stage? And where are we supposed to get a Finn from?!"
"Sebastian, you're the tallest around here, so… you'll have to make love with Berry after your duet," Sugar added.
Will shook his head. "I ask you all to moderate your teenage sexual instincts. We are one member short and we have to focus on stage and backstage. No dramas for at least 72 hours, okay? You had your annual dose at the wedding."
"Yay! Let's talk about the wedding! Berry stole my duet with Mercedes, so that entitles me to get a solo, right?" Tina jumped up off her chair.
"Sorry, Tina, but the duet is Rachel and Santana's. Since you are our oldest member and you spend all mornings here, unlike them both, I've thought of giving you the biggest responsibility of all."
Tina's eyes started filling with tears of joy. "The main solo is finally mine?!"
"It's a really big burden I intend to put on your shoulders," Will kept saying.
"Yes, yes, yes! Whatever! I have it all under control." Suddenly, she started shaking her hands. "Wait, no, I have nothing under control. Christina? Céline? Whitney? Barbra? Rihanna?"
Rachel's nerves began to burn as well, but she tried to calm down by tugging at her leggings.
"Find our twelfth member."
Berry burst into laughter as Tina's eyes opened wide. "What?!"
"Thank you so much for your enthusiasm. We really appreciate it. Next matter of the day: since we have no Troubletones, we'll try a boys' number." Will started handing the lyrics of the song to Artie, Blaine, Joe, Rory, Sam and Sebastian. "And a coral anthem for our closing number. Nothing can go wrong if we are 12 and we sing acceptably. But we have to start working on it now. Boys to the auditorium, Rachel and Santana, the lyrics of your duet are on the piano, you can start rehearsing here; and you three," he said while pointing at Brittany, Sugar and Tina, "note down everyone's sizes and go shopping. Mrs. Pillsbury has the drafts of the costumes. Come on, everybody! We have not a second to waste!"
As Will shooed the kids out, Rachel and Santana sat one in front of the other. "How are you doing?" the first one asked.
"I could really use a friend right now." And finally Santana Lopez broke down.
Rachel couldn't remember a single time she saw her with her guard down, crying her eyes out. So vulnerable, so… human. Rachel hugged the not-for-a-while bitch and rubbed her back trying to comfort her.
"Why can't she even look at me?!" she moaned in tears.
"We'll get them back." Rachel's eyes got more wet than usual as well. She knew so well her friend's pain. But the worst part was that they couldn't do anything to help themselves.
Santana looked into Rachel's eyes. "She won't forgive me. Ever."
"Don't say that. Let me talk to her. We broke a marriage hours after the ceremony! That's technically when love's stronger. Yes, the road is long until I am the one marrying Finn, I won't say no to that, but the important thing is he dropped the ring and now I've got all my chances to…" Rachel shut up when she noticed that it wasn't 100% appropriate to make everything about her dramas with Santana in that state. "But let's stop talking about my epic love story that will be written on the annals of the history of romances."
The other girl took a deep break and spit it out, "Last night… with Sebastian," she couldn't even finish it. She couldn't say it all. But neither of them needed her to. It was a loud and clear message.
