Chapter ONE: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

I stood in the dark, empty, chair filled room staring into thin air.

Only one emotion clouded my usually present self-confidence:

Confusion.

I was confused about several things.

I was confused about the warmth I felt spread through my body when she stared at my lips.

I was confused about the urge I felt to push my lips against hers.

I was confused about why I felt my jantung literally ripping apart at the sight of her scurrying away, leaving me behind.

The only thing I could see was a replay of how the beautiful Latina's face looked like when her brown eyes bore into my...

I sat in my car staring at my rearview mirror.

I couldn't believe that I failed, that I didn't get the confession out of him.

I just left the room, without a proper confrontation, and why?

Just because it felt a little too hot and my stomach churned probably because of hunger not anything else. Especially not butterflies.

I groaned as I rested my head on the steering wheel.

Deep, deep, deep down I knew I was lying to myself about the kupu-kupu but it was too damn scary to admit.

Dios mío, Santana! I mentally screamed at myself, what's wrong with you? anda shouldn't be thinking about meerkat face,...

PROLOGUE

Butterflies.
That's what I felt fluttering around in my stomach.

Butterflies? Seriously, Santana? I wanted to kick myself so badly.

I had walked in here so confidently with my head held high and

in a sexy black dress I had tossed in the back of my closet and little black booties, not really thinking that something like this could happen.

Then, I saw him walk into the room with the other Warblers and when his eyes fell on me a smug look started to plaster on his face…

and I wanted to slap it off so badly.

"Hey, Andrew McCarthey!" I called out, walking across the chair filled room.

He just...

"I don't want to discuss this with you." Santana sniffed disdainfully. "Your seed has already made me lose my girlfriend. I have no interest in losing my reputation, my life, atau my figure along with it." Santana attempted to be strong, but tears slipped anyway.

"No Santana! No lebih crying! We made a mistake and we have to deal with it." Sebastian quieted down at the end of the sentence, aware of the curious stares they were getting. "This is a life anda want to get rid of. For what? The sake of your figure." Sebastian's voice let her know exactly how he felt about that.

"What the fuck? Do you...

Pulling up to the gated Smythe estate, Sebastian let out a sigh of exhaustion. From a former injury, his right hip was in pain with every step that he took, and the toll that the match took on him was no help either. After taking the keys out of the ignition, he picked up his duffle bag from the passenger kursi and slowly made his way towards the front door.

The Smythe mansion was a beautiful six-bedroom brick establishment, perfectly sculpted bushes and lush green lawns surrounding it on all four sides. The driveway ended with a roundabout in front of the door, and in the middle, a fountain...

"Sebastian, why did Thad say he saw anda drinking coffee with some McKinley girl at the Lima Bean?"

Sebastian sighed, it was time to put the plan into action.

"This 'McKinley girl' is actually my girlfriend, but I don't recall it being any of your business, Nick." Sebastian stated annoyed.

Last night all the details of Santana's and his plans were worked out, although the two argued like crazy. But in the end, they decided it was best if Sebastian came to McKinley, of course with the permission of his mom. The burung penyanyi, warbler captain knew that his dad wouldn't give a shit about which school he went too....

Santana Lopez sat on her tempat tidur inside her bedroom, her black phone laid before her and the teenager was thoughtfully staring at it.

Santana knew it had been a risky pindah to throw her mocha onto the chipmunks face.

Last time she had threatened to do that, he simply stated that his dad was a state attorney; which turned out to be true because she had searched it up. Sure enough Jeffery Smythe was a state attorney, which was great for him but horrible for the Latina.

Now she could literally go to a college in a jail yard.

Why did she have to let her emotions get the best of her?

Santana sighed and checked...

"Brittney I cinta you! I want us to stay together, why can't anda understand that I can give anda so much lebih then that cripple can?"

Santana Lopez recalled as she lay on her bed, snuggling her pillow.

It had been 1 hari since Brittney and Santana had fought.

"I understand Santana, I cinta anda too. But, I just feel better with Artie."

"What can I do to stay with you?"

"Santana, anda don't need to do anything you're perfect."

"It's that I'm a menggerutu, jalang isn't it? If anda need someone kind like four eyes then fine, I can change!"

Santana flipped her bantal over, wanting her cheek to touch the alat pendingin, pendingin side. She...

Santana steeled herself mentally, tightening her fists before heading downstairs to meet her parents. "Mami? Papi?" she asked timidly when she walked to the kitchen. Her father was at the meja membaca the paper and her mother was cooking.

"Hello sweetie." Her Mom greeted with a smile. Santana blew out a breath.

"Can I talk to anda guys?" her father put his paper down, eyes narrowing.

"Always baby. What is wrong?" he questioned. Santana shook her head, just deciding to go for it.

"I'm pregnant."

Silence.

"Mami….please say something…Papi?" Santana looked up at her Dad with wide teary eyes. He sighed....

Santana takes advantage of his shocked state and does something she's wanted to do ever since she met Sebastian – she knees him in the groin, causing him to let go of her in surprise; with her arms finally free, her open hand collides across his face giving a very satisfying smack! sound and leaving a good red mark.

She's too preoccupied with freaking out that Brittany's seen her with Sebastian to pay attention to his pained shout. She shoves him off as hard as she can and runs out the bathroom, barely noticing her stinging hand.

"Britt!" she yells out in desperation, facing down the empty...

Santana and Sebastian had been friends since they were kids. So they grew up together, they were best friends, until elementary school when he was shipped off to Paris and so Santana had to stay in Lima, and be alone, never to see him again. That was until McKinley High was doing West Side Story for their school musical that year. As the musical was going on her eyes locked into the audience, looking for her parents atau her grandmother, none were there, she was annoyed she'd wanted them to be there, instead her eyes locked onto a pair of green ones, during the America song, she was put off her...

Sebastian stared at himself in his bathroom mirror.

He had woken up 2 hours prior, and was now replacing his towel with a black (obviously designer) T-shirt, and a green plaid long sleeved shirt.

He dropped his towel on the floor, shuddering from the now cool air reaching him 'down there.' The warblers body was quite toned, and very model-like.

Shrugging on his shirts, he towel dried his hair; leaving it still a bit damp. Finally putting on some Calvin Klein red boxers, and Levi's. The tall teenager smirked at himself; he looked good and ready to go for the day.

Now the only problem was that his...

She skipped all her classes that afternoon, hanging around in the back of library, sometimes crying, sometimes ripping pages out of buku just to make herself feel better. But then it was time for glee practice and she knew she had to go to that, not because it was so important, but because only one person she knew would go to JBI to ruin her life.

She made her way out of the perpustakaan and to the choir room, but on her way there, she looked down the now empty hall and saw Quinn whispering something to Rachel.

She saw red, memory returning to Finn doing the same thing a lifetime yang lalu when he was...

Santana did not know how this could have happened.

Well…of course she knew how it happened, she just could not understand why all of the sudden it was this time that it happened. Nothing was different from any of the other times.

Except this time, she had a girlfriend that she loved and this time was a horrible, horrible mistake that she figured would never come to light. Except, now it was going to. Brittany was a little slow at some points, but even Santana knew that she was smart enough to realize that anda need both a girl and a guy to have a baby.

It started simple enough after all.

You've...

Driving through the streets of Westerville, Sebastian made his way back to his detik home: Dalton Academy. Despite his feelings of isolation everywhere he went, Sebastian couldn't find a better place suited for his own misery. Though the Smythe mansion was a mere 5 menit drive from the institution, he had made his desire of a dormitory clear to his father upon enrollment. And of course, his desire was fulfilled. Thanks to a hefty donation under the Smythe name to the Academy, Sebastian had been granted his own room-a privilege shared oleh no other student.

He had intended on staying in his room...

If anything, Santana Lopez was just confused. She had never been wrong about anybody. Years of correct judgment had proved it-Finn's gassy infant look, Mr. Schuster's pseudo-affection for teaching Spanish-she could read anyone like a book.

So how was she doubting her own opinion about the guaranteed asshole, Sebastian Smythe? As she sat at the lunch table, pushing around the tater tots Mercedes was eyeing at like a vulture, her mouth formed a slight frown while she gazed off into a distance. Only Brittany's voice brought her back. "Hey San, do anda want to go with me to get Lord Tubbington a...

"They all hate you, anda know," the Latina berkata to the tall, slender, uniform-clad boy who was walking ahead of her, as he headed in the direction of the parking lot after the performance of Black and White and their confrontation.

He came to a halt and turned around to face the smirking girl. "Excuse me?"

"The Warblers. Your so-called team. To them, you're nowhere near the leader that Blaine was, I can tell," Santana Lopez stated, matter-of-factly.

The signature Sebastian Smythe smirk appeared, and he ran his tongue behind his lips, letting out a soft chuckle. He glanced quickly at his shoes before...

She's in the bathroom re-penciling in her eyebrows, smugly delighted over her victory although she's still frustrated with her soft Gleemates for giving up the chance to throw him into juvie. She blows a ciuman and winks at her reflection in the mirror, looking appreciatively over herself. She turns and attempts to walk out but the door suddenly bangs open and she runs into a shoulder.

She inhales sharply to menggerutu, jalang at the inept sasquatch and tell them to watch the fuck where they're going but her breath instantly catches when she recognizes the scent. It's all too familiar as she lifts her head...

Damn.

Santana Lopez's definition is sex on legs. She clearly knows what she's got and she's shamelessly flaunting it. Sebastian thanks whatever higher being power is up there for giving her the idea to wear something other than her cheerleading uniform - granted, it does tampil off her figure but not like this. This outfit hugs her in all the right places, emphasizing every little detail but leaving just the right amount to imagination. It's all skintight black, oozing sleek sex appeal: it's fierce and it's one hundred percent Santana.

He, for some reason is unable to look away from her, completely...