A/N I apologize profusely for the delay, college got in the way, I'll try to keep it from happening again!

The next day, Santana constructed her lies. They were well constructed, she never did anything half-assed.

The day after she was in her routine. She was prepared for whatever happened. It was like slipping back into her high school self.

The third day she was relaxed. No incident had happened, no one suspected her. Everything was fine.

The days slipped by.

By the seventh day she began to get nervous. It had been a week since the incident in the car and she hadn't heard from Sebastian. In high school there had rarely been an entire week without a visit. She pushed it out of her mind. They were older now, they didn't have the same needs as they did in high school. It was nothing to worry about.

When it had been twelve days she began to panic. She didn't even know why she was panicking. There was no reason to. But panic she did nonetheless. Outwardly. Which Morgan clearly noticed and couldn't help but ask why.

"Hey Snix, why the long face?" she asked as the pair ate lunch alone. Santana glared at her. She was not in a pleasant mood. "Is Britt mad at you or something? Not getting any sexytimes?" Santana continued to glare, not dignifying her friend with a response. "Well fine, if you don't want to talk about it."

An uncomfortable silence pervaded the rest of their lunch.

"Come on, let's go back to work," Santana said, much sooner than she normally would. Morgan scrunched her nose, she hated work.

After two weeks she finally saw Sebastian again. He came to lunch with Brittany, stating that he 'hadn't had a decent meal since the last time.'

Santana was irrationally annoyed. How dare he come to lunch looking so nice? And after two weeks of silence, no less!

"So, Sebastian, do you have anyone special in your life?" Morgan asked suggestively, Santana rolled her eyes, but listened intently nonetheless.

"Actually, I have a boyfriend back in L.A.," Sebastian responded, smiling. Morgan's face fell slightly.

"Really?" Brittany quipped, clearly excited about this new development, "What's his name? What's he like? Is he cute? Do you-"

"Whoa there, Britt, don't pester him," Santana interjected.

"I'm not pestered, no need to worry, Santana. But I'm sorry, Brittany, I can't answer any of your questions. He wishes to remain anonymous to avoid the spotlight." The actor smoothed his tie uncomfortably. "So, do you have anyone special in your life, Morgan?"

"Well, not at the moment," Morgan said seductively, she was never one to care about the ties of her sex partners. Sebastian smiled kindly at her before turning the subject towards safer grounds: the musical.

As Brittany and Sebastian gushed about their work, Santana observed her sex buddy. He seemed frayed, less cocky than usual, he wasn't discussing his personal life. If memory served, Sebastian was one to speak out about his conquests, excluding her of course, she was a tryst to be ashamed of. Not flaunting his more-than-likely gorgeous boyfriend was strange.

While Santana hated the man, she almost felt bad that he was succumbing to the pressures of fame. Maybe that's why he hadn't been coming to lunch and having meetings with her. Something had happened.

"What do you think, San?" Brittany asked, picking up her girlfriend's hand.

"Sorry, what?"

"Don't you think that Seb makes a great Demon Barber?" Santana looked over at the man she hated.

"I couldn't tell you, Britt, I haven't seen him perform yet," Santana answered.

"You'll have the opportunity soon when we put on the show," Sebastian responded staring straight into her eyes.

"I wouldn't miss Britt performing for the world." Santana stared right back, determined to figure out what was bothering him, but his eyes remained hard.

"You know, I seem to remember you saying something like that back in high school, how did that turn out again."

"You know, I think I'm going to leave," Santana said as she grabbed her purse and stormed off. Before she got to the door she heard Brittany respond.

"Don't be so hard on Santana, it wasn't her fault her favorite uncle was in town."

"Is that what she told you?"

Santana internally cursed the former warbler. He had to bring that up, didn't he, he just had to give hints. He always did this. He would never come out and say it, but he would drop suggestive hints. It came to the point where all of her friends thought the two of them had some running joke about sneaking off together.

She slammed the door to her flat shut, she wasn't going back to work now, there was no point. She was much too distracted to handle work. She would call in and explain.

Then she would take a bath. Yes, a bath would solve this.

Santana waited yet again in a deserted parking garage. After she had gotten out of her bath squeaky clean she had found the note in her purse. 'Come to this address, blah blah blah,' the usual.

So here she was.

Waiting.

She took out her phone. 10:01pm shone back at her.

He was late. He was never late. Not even a minute.

She looked around, maybe she was in the wrong parking garage. She checked the note. Nope, right place, right time. No Sebastian. She sat down. At least today she had thought to change into something more suitable for car sex. Still suitably sexy, but easier to take off and putt on.

She looked at her phone. 10:05pm. She closed her eyes.

"Hey, Britt."

"Santana! Where are you? We're about to go on! You said you be here to see me dance!"

"I'm sorry, Britt, my mom just told me that my Uncle is in town, I won't be able to make it tonight, he almost never comes home and he's leaving tomorrow."

"Are you sure? You can bring him here if you want, I'm sure he'd enjoy it!"

"I don't think so, Britt, he doesn't like dance very much."

"Doesn't like dance! I don't think you should hang out with him, Snix, he doesn't sound like a good person. I heard that people who don't like dance end up as ax murderers!"

"Britt, who told you that? Nevermind, don't worry about me, I'll be fine, I promise."

"Pinkie promise?"

"Ya, Britt, I pinkie promise."

"Ok, then I hope you have fun with your Uncle! I'll give you a rundown on how amazing I was tomorrow!"

"Thanks Britt, you'll be amazing, I know it."

"Bye San,"

"Bye Britt, love you." Santana flipped her phone shut and looked over at the driver's seat.

"That was much longer than I would have liked," Sebastian reprimanded.

"Get over it, if you want to do this without plans you're going to have to make sacrifices."

"I have places to be you know."

"And clearly so do I, but we're both here, what a predicament."

"Shut up and take your panties off.'"

"What the hell do you have against panties anyway, they're not going to attack you."

"If you're going to be doing anything with your mouth it's either going to be kissing me, worshiping my body, or sucking my cock." Santana rolled here eyes as he moved on top of her, reclining her seat as he did.

What followed was the same as usual, but oh so good. Santana gasped as he gripped her hips, leaving angry red bruises.

His ferocious attacking of her neck alone was enough to send her into a frenzy. She bit her lip, drawing blood as his fingernails dug into her side.

She felt blood slide down her neck as his teeth sunk in. A tingling ran through her body as their rhythm got rougher and faster.

And then it was over. Of course, she had blocked out a portion of their encounter, but that was only normal. He was sliding off her her, back into the driver's seat.

"Put the seat back up once you've got your panties on." She scoffed as she exited the car. He was gone in a whirl of taillights, leaving her in an empty parking lot. She walked quickly to her car where she pulled out her emergency medical supplies.

Bruises on her hips and waist; bruises and bite marks on her neck; a cut in her lip; blood on her hands, not hers she must have gripped him too hard; long scratches on her back; bleeding bite marks on her right breast; a bruise on her knee from the car door.

Not too bad, she had had worse. It must have been the abruptness of their encounter, he hadn't had time to fantasize what he wanted to do to her.

Because that was what he did. He had told her. Before they met up he always had intense dreams about hurting her. Well, not her specifically. Bringing pain to others was the term he had used. A good term. One designed to make Santana remember that she was nothing to him but a body.

Not even a good one either, since she was female. He brought that up a lot.

'It would be better if you were a guy'

'Guys do it better than you'

'Girl parts are less fun than guy parts'

Santana tried to brush it off, maintaining her stance that girl parts were great. Especially Brittany's. Brittany's were fantastic.

Just thinking about them was causing her to pause in cleaning herself up. Brittany.

Who she had lied to.

Said she was with her Uncle.

Lies.

Santana hated lying. For her it was the worst thing to do to someone. It meant that you didn't trust them, you felt the need to keep things from them. She had always preferred brutal honesty. It might hurt a person's feelings but in the end the truth was always better. Always.

Except in this case. Brittany would be scarred for life if she knew about this. She would never trust anyone again. Santana couldn't do that to her. She just couldn't. She loved Brittany, more than anything. Brittany was her everything.

And she was lying to her.

She felt dirty, like a layer of gunk had been eternally spread over her. She could never wash it off, she had done it and there was no going back. She could barely live with herself. Brittany was the only thing keeping her going, and Brittany was the one she was lying to.

It was horrible. This feeling was killing her. She needed a way out. Now.

Santana opened her eyes as the memory faded. She still hated that night. Brittany had done a fantastic job at her dance performance. Or so she heard. She didn't attend. She was too busy having car sex with someone she hated and cleaning up after.

She rubbed her arms, almost expecting to feel a layer of dirt. She was a horrible girlfriend. A horrible sex buddy. A horrible person.

She looked at her phone.

10:47pm.

He wasn't coming. She stood up, dusting herself off as she did.

There was no reason to feel sorry for herself. She was a confidant, competent, lawyer with an amazing girlfriend. What had happened in high school was past. There was no use pitying herself.

What had happened two weeks ago was a fluke of nature. Just her reverting back to her old ways. It meant nothing. She wasn't going to let it keep her down.

Sebastian didn't want to show up? Well she didn't want to either. She was done with this little game they were playing. She had been a wreck for the past week and that wasn't acceptable.

What's past was past and it was about time she moved forward.

A/N sorry again for the delay. I'll do better next time.