Santana got out of her car, locked it and walked across the dark parking lot. It was a shady looking place, but she wasn't fazed. But she hurried inside the building anyways. It had a much warmer atmosphere than the parking lot, even though it was still quiet.

Santana walked up the the desk where a bored lady sat.

"Um, hi, I have a reservation" Santana said politely.

"Name?" the woman asked, looking down at a book of reservations.

"Smyth" Santana answered.

"Yes, follow me right this way" the woman said and Santana did. The woman led her right to the back of the restaurant to a booth in the corner. One side of the booth was already occupied. He turned and smiled as Santana came up.

"Hey" he said to her.

Santana smiled and sat down on the other side.

"I'll be right back with your drinks" the woman said as she walked away.

"Oh, we haven't orde-" Santana began.

"I did" Sebastian said quickly. "And don't worry, it's not alcohol. We both have to drive home after."

Santana nodded. "Cool."

"So you got here fine?"

"I had a GPS" Santana said. She smiled even though she was a upset at the distance they're forced to go to make this work.

"So how was school?" Sebastian asked.

"Lame" Santana said. "You should have been there. Mr. Schuester still thinks he can speak spanish and tried to translate a video for us. It was awful."

Sebastian chuckled. "Too bad Dalton isn't for girls. Our spanish teacher is totally fluent and is actually from Mexico."

"Lucky. But I guess Mr. Schue makes up for it. As much as I'd never tell him, he's a good Glee director" Santana said.

"How's your little group doing? Any smashing new songs?" Sebastian smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know" Santana laughed.

"I would. That's why I asked" he grinned.

"Well you're joking if you think I'm gonna tell you" Santana said said.

"What's the point of dating you if you're not even gonna let me in on the juicy secrets?" Sebastian joked.

"How about you start by telling me what song your Dorkblers are singing?" Santana said, an eyebrow raised.

"Dorkblers? Clever, Santana. Real clever."

"Thanks" she winked at him.

Their date was going great. The ended up sharing a pizza and chatting happily the whole night. And Santana couldn't help thinking how right it felt. She had came out as totally gay and here she sat, on a date with a guy, a gay guy nonetheless, and she was fine.

As Sebastian went on about one of his crazy neighbours, Santana's mind wandered back to that day. That day after their two groups sang 'Black Or White'...

Santana sat on the stage. Everyone else had left and she was just prepping a killer MJ song that she was planning to sing tomorrow. Then she heard the door open. That loud, heavy metal door. She glanced up and in the doorway, looking slightly less confident, was Sebastian Smyth.

"What do you want? Couldn't find your way out of the school? I can draw you a map if you'd like" Santana sassed.

"I think my wallet fell out of my pocket" Sebastian said. He strolled over to where he had been sitting and looked around on the ground. Finally he stood up, a brown leather wallet in his hand. He flashed a smile at her.

"Congrats" Santana said. "Now bye."

But he didn't leave. Instead, he walked over.

"What're you doing?" he asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"Not talking to you" Santana said. She grabbed her papers and stood up to leave.

"Wait don't go!"

Santana looked at him. He didn't have his normal smirk on his face. But that meant nothing. Who knows what he was planning.

"Why?" she demanded.

"Let's talk. One 'sleaze bag' to another."

Santana took no offence to this.

"We're pretty good singers you know" he continued. "I think we sang 'Smooth Criminal' better than Michael himself."

"Naturally" she smirked.

"We should sing again sometime" he said, smiling. She stared at his smile. You know, when he wasn't smirking and wasn't spewing insults, he was actually not too hard on the eyes.

"Yeah" Santana nodded, keeping her composure.

"Cool" he said, stuffing his hands in his pocket and turning to leave.

"What's going on?" Santana blurted.

He looked back at her.

"What's your angle? You haven't insulted me at all and you're being nice" Santana said, glaring at him a bit.

He paused...and blushed?

Then he turned and walked back to her so he stood right in front of her.

"I like you" he said quietly.

Santana didn't know whether to laugh or slap him. One thing was for sure, she didn't believe him.

"I don't believe you" she told him. After all, he was gay. Out and proud for that matter.

He shrugged. "I know. But I do."

"Prove it" she said.

And so he did. He kissed her. One hand went to her thick black hair and his other hand went to her back and pulled her close. His kiss was dry and unexpected, but passionate all the same.

And Santana found herself wanting more. Which is why she was disappointed when he pulled back.

Maybe it was the fact that they had undeniable chemistry, maybe it was the fact that he was good looking, or maybe it was the fact that she was in shock still, but when Santana wants something, she gets it. So before he had a chance to react, she reattached her lips to his. This kiss was messier and more hands on, but still full of passion and desire.

This unexpected make out session ended a few minutes later with them both panting and Santana's hair messy. Sebastian had an odd gleam around his mouth from Santana's lipgloss.

For a minute they sat in silence until Santana broke it. And oddly enough, she was the voice of reason.

"What are we doing?" she asked, to which he remained silent. "I thought you were gay."

"I thought you were too" he pointed out with a half smile.

Santana shrugged. "I am."

"Could have fooled me."

She said it more firmly this time. "I am. I've hooked up with many, many guys. But I never felt for them. I faked it for a while, but I never really did."

"Same. Well, I've never hooked up with a chick. You're the first one that appealed to me" Sebastian admitted.

"I guess it's changed" she said.

"So what are you saying?" he asked gently.

"You're the first guy I feel something for" Santana whispered. "But I am not bi."

"So you're not heterosexual and you're not homosexual and you're not bisexual. What are you then, Sebastian-sexual?" he asked.

She laughed, and it was a new sound to Sebastian. He had never heard her actually laugh before. But he loved it.

"So that makes you Santana-sexual?" she grinned.

He shrugged. "Guess so."

She sighed and caught her breath. "Now what?"

"We could walk away and pretend this never happened or... we could pursue this" he told her.

"What would that mean?" she asked, staring in his eyes.

"Go on a date with me" he said.

"Are you kidding me? What if someone saw us?" she said.

He paused. He obviously hadn't considered this. "I know this place about an hour away. No one will go there so we'll be fine."

She nodded wordlessly.

"I'll text you the address" he said. Then he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Bye."

"Bye" she whispered as he left.

"Thanks for tonight" Santana said. She and Sebastian stood outside the restaurant after dinner.

"Anytime" he smiled. "I had a great time."

"As did I" she said.

"You're not as evil as I thought you were" he grinned.

"Coming from you, that's rich" Santana laughed.

"So...what are you doing this weekend?" Sebastian asked.

"What do you have planned?" Santana smiled.

"I guess you'll have to come and see" Sebastian winked. "Don't worry it'll be fun. And no one will see us."

She nodded. "Alright. See you then."

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. "Bye."

"Thank you. Bye" she hugged him back.

And with that they parted and walked to their cars. Santana watched Sebastian's sleek sliver car pull out of the parking lot. Before she started up her engine. As far as first dates go, that wasn't bad at all.

A/N

Hiya! I'm random-GleekV and I'll be your author on this crack-ship fanfic. I just wanna make some things clear for this fic. First off, yes, this title is from a Justin Bieber song but I swear, there will be no singing of his songs or reference to him. I'm not a fan. Secondly, for the purpose of this fic, let's pretend that Brittana isn't a thing. So Brittany and Santana never dated or anything. I have nothing against Brittana or gay people at all. I love Klaine so there. I only say this because one time I read a Sebtana fic and the author had some people saying that since she liked them, she therefore hated gays. I don't. Just making that clear. Thirdly, this story will be 10 chapters long. I've written 9 of them already and will be writing the last soon. I'll be updating this every week :)

Well that's about it. Thanks for reading. And hope to see you next chapter!