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

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

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

"I understand Santana, I love you too. But, I just feel better with Artie."

"What can I do to stay with you?"

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

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

Santana flipped her pillow over, wanting her cheek to touch the cooler side. She knew that Brittney didn't like her being mean to everyone else, but how was it her fault? It was their fault that they sucked! She then remembered the look of surprise that had exposed itself in Brittney's eyes; she had been right about the bitch part. But what happened next was surprising, and Santana had no clue as to why she said it.

"I knew it! Brittney I love you so much it hurts, if I have to change then I will! Can you promise me that if I am kind to one of the people I hate the most for 2 weeks, you'll stay with me?"

"Santana-"

"Please. I need to show you my kind side!"

"I don't know…but please Santana don't hurt yourself!"

The sobbing began as Santana knew that tomorrow would be Sunday, soon to be Monday and she still hadn't found her person.

She knew this was a dumb idea, and it would be difficult to pull off.

First of all, who would she choose? There were so many people she'd like to go all Lima Heights on, but it had to be the right one.

This was just like finding your fucking perfect match!

She threw her pillow at the door, receiving a huge collision.

"¿Mija, estas bien?"

"Yeah mom, I'm fine!"

Santana continued to think, glancing at her digital clock; 11:30 p.m.

The pretty teenager sighed and shuffled to her personal bathroom. Brushing her teeth, she looked in the mirror.

Tomorrow she would find it, her most hated person.

She washed off the very little makeup she had on.

Stumbling back to her bed she collapsed.

Tired, sad, and confused she drifted off, closing her sleepy eyes.

"So, Sebastian dear, my friend Polly, you remember her right? She has a lovely daughter that is single. Her name is Melissa and she's absolutely wonderful."

Mrs. Smythe stared at her son expectantly.

Sebastian and his mother sat on their porch, drinking tea in English old fashioned cups.

"Mother, I'm gay remember?"

Looking out into their gigantic garden, with its lush grass and plants, cobblestone walkways, and not to mention its beautiful fountain right in the center, Sebastian glared down at his cup.

He was tired of his mothers failed matchmaking.

"Yes yes I know. I was just contemplating whether or not you've had a change. You haven't brought in any boyfriends, yet you say you're a homosexual. Darling, please don't slouch and remember not to use such vulgar words."

Sebastian sighed; his mother was acting relaxed about his 'gayness.'

He was fully aware of how sad she was that he played for the other team, but she would never admit it.

"Mother, homosexual means that I am attracted to guys, Melissa is a girl."

Sebastian stared at his mother, maybe she knew?

The new Warbler was not actually homosexual, he was bi.

Of course he just lied to his mother so that she wouldn't try to force marriage onto him, but he did find girls sexy; but only specific ones.

"Sebastian Dean Smythe, I know what homosexual means! Do not treat me as a lower citizen!"

Great, now she was offended; of course.

If Sebastian could choose any word to describe his mother it would either be confident, or sensitive; most likely the latter.

Sebastian glanced away, how would he get out of this?

"Darling, why don't you just try dating a girl," Mrs. Smythe asked pleadingly "Please?"

"Mother, I can't."

"Sebastian-"

"I already have one!"

"Pardon?"

"I'm already in a relationship."

"Why did your father and I not know of this?"

"Because we just started dating…?"

"What is it's-I mean their gender? Is it a girl?"

The mousy brown haired woman smiled at her only son, hoping that he would say it was a girl.

How could Sebastian deny his mother's happiness? She would be crushed if it was a guy, and even though Sebastian wasn't respectful to most; he was to his family.

Plus, maybe it was time for a change. After all he did like girls, so no harm done, right?

The only problem was that he wasn't in a relationship.

"Yeah, it's a girl…"

"Don't trail off with a sentence! But that's absolutely wonderful! When can I meet her?"

"Uh-"

"Don't stutter, that's for lower class."

"Ok, I'll let you meet her soon…when we are more serious."

Nice save Sebastian!

"Her name?"

"It's a…surprise."

"Oh, Sebastian you know I don't like surprises."

"Yes I know but we are just dating, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend yet."

"Of course! Honey I am so happy for you! Now, I need to get back to work. It was so nice to see you, you're getting so tall! But, I must leave."

"Of course mom." Sebastian faked a smile and kissed her cheek, just like routine.

She kissed his cheek, smiled and left the extravagant Smythe mansion.

Sighing, Sebastian went to the liquor drawer, what had he gotten himself into?

Checking the clock; 11:30 p.m. he decided that there was some time to get a little tipsy.

Pouring out somne vodka , the smirky teenager took a swig and plopped down onto a couch.

The black leather comforting him, he was alone.

Taking a few more gulps, the warbler closed his eyes, mumbling.

"Which…girl…."

There's chapter 1! So if it doesn't make sense, just PM me and I'll explain. Next chapter will be (hopefully) longer and Sebastian/Santana will meet! Santana's family is spanish which is why I made her mom speak spanish in the house, 'Mija, estas bien?" means 'daughter, are you okay?' If you didn't catch that. I'm hoping to get the next chapter up soon, can't wait!

Review, if you don't mind...

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