Wow, didn't know there was so many Westana lovers out there... This one crept up on me when I was listening to Smooth Criminal.

My boyfriend is amazing. I mean it. He is. I really peed in my pants when he came walking in, holding a grip on Sebastian Smythe's ear. It was red which told me my beloved boy had been holding it for a while. We had been in the choir room talking about who knows what. It was after Valentine's Day. Which I spent with this gorgeous and amazing boy. Blaine and Kurt was snuggled up together, happy to be together again. Then our door was slammed open and my amazing boyfriend all but yelled:

"Anybody home?!"

Kurt and Blaine had flown up at once as soon they heard his voice, big grins on their faces. They thought he was here to see them of course. We all turned to the door and I started laughing. My almost-hobbit sized boyfriend was holding the new Warbler leader by the ear and he seemed to be in a lot of pain from my loved one's grip. Puck started laughing after me, we shared the same kind of humor and Wes looked very pleased with himself and sent a wink my way. Then he said:

"Sorry for the interruption but Mr. Not So Smooth Criminal here has something to say." With that he pushed Sebastian to the middle of the room. Sebastian staggered but collected himself and started to fix his tie and blazer. I've never seen an ear being that red and I smirked feeling very pleased with myself. Sebastian looked at us and then grumbled something.

"Say it", Wes said in a commanding tone.

"Why should I", Sebastian spat at him and Wes raised his fist. Sebastian's eyes got so big I swear they were about to pop out of his head. I felt smug. Sebastian's dad may be the State's attorney but my boyfriend's mom was Sebastian's boss. I knew my boy could beat people up, I'd seen him do it and Sebastian would be no match for him. Did I tell you my baby practices jujutsu, Tae Kwando and kick boxing? Well he does and I've seen him take down boys trice Sebastian's size. I keep telling him to get into Ultimate Fighter but he refuses. Silly, silly boy. Anyway as soon as Sebastian saw the fist he flew around.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you all and especially Blaine", he said. "It was very ugly of me to do what I did to you all and especially Blaine and Shaqueera."

"Uh hum", Wes said.

"I mean Santana."

I rolled my eyes. I was not lesbian! I might be bisexual because I did love Brittany a lot but Wes was the love of my life. I could see us ten years from now, in some big city. Me a big time lawyer I mean come on, my fierceness would be perfect for that and him an amazing therapist for children. We'll have two kids, Amanda and Xavier. Wes wants a dog too so we'll have a German Sheppard but I also want a cat so there will be one of those too. We will live in an amazing house and be so happy and sweet that sugar plum fairies won't come close because we are too sweet.

"Can I go now", Sebastian asked and turned to Wes. I had missed his whole speech. The others looked amused and Wes cocked an eyebrow at him.

"There was one more thing right Basse?" he said.

"Aw man come on!"

"Sebastian."

"Fine! Fine you can have your MJ. I don't care. And I promise to not pull anymore mean stunts and tricks to get you to lose. Happy now?" The last was aimed at Wes.

"And what happens to criminal chipmunks that break their promises?" Wes asked and crossed his arms.

"Little annoying Asians are allowed to go martial arts on their asses and kick them into oblivion… without the chipmunks daddies knowing."

"You bet daddy won't know", Wes said. "As much of a word and that tape gets to my mom and she'll kick your dad out of office so fast that you will feel it Smythe. Now get lost before I actually tear your ear off!"

"I… I'm not afraid of you", Sebastian said and Wes smirked and pulled his knee up. Sebastian squeaked and cowered his head, thinking Wes would kick him.

"Sure you're not", Wes said and lowered his leg again. "Now move it!"

I've never seen anyone moving that fast, I swear Usain Bolt was no match for Sebastian Smythe in that moment. Wes just fixed his jacket and turned to us, to me.

"Who's the Smooth Criminal", he asked and I got up and skipped over to him, put my hands around his neck and said:

"You are."

Then I kissed him and heard wild protests going on in the background. But I didn't care because my boyfriend was here and he was amazing and I was amazing and we're amazing together. Aren't we?

Number two... more? Or should I stop with this paring all together?