“The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.” ― Socrates Hello human. You have stumbled upon my blog. I would say enjoy but I do not think you have the mental capacity to do so. Might as well just enjoy the pictures. Sebastian Smythe. 18.
Santana resisted the urge to kiss away his pout and instead basked in the reality of living in two places. It was going to be a lot of fun crashing with Hummelberry one night and Sebastian the next. Besides, he kissed her again anyways. She wrapped her arms around his middle. “I’ll figure it out. I guess I never had a real plan anyways. I always thought I would pull a Kardashian or maybe get just famous enough and then go on a diva tantrum. I still don’t really know what I want to do, but I’m getting there. Promise.” She said, giving him a small kiss. “I’m happy right now, so that’s what matters most. I’m happy with you, which makes me happy.”
"Good. I'm glad." He replied. It was a winwin situation for the both of them. She got to discover what she wanted in life and he had her beside him in the mean time. "Are you done packing?" He asked. "Can you stay here tonight?" It was an indulgent request because they would be both leaving tomorrow but he was still feeling a bit clingy, not that he would admit it. "I'm not picky really. We can go to your house and I can stay there." He added.
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Santana watched as he pinched himself, shaking her head. He was a little ridiculous, but she enjoyed being held close to him. She smiled, nuzzling his chest. “I’m glad to hear that, Sebastian.” She looked at him with his pretty eyes as he looked at her. “I thought about getting an apartment, but I thought that would be rather silly. I have Hummelberry to crash with and I knew you would offer for me to stay with you.I figured I can make a home between the pair of you. That way you don’t get tired of me and I annoy Kurt just enough to remind him why he loves me. Mainly because neither one of our fathers would approve of us living together and even though both of our mothers would be more than happy about it, that gives them leverage to push for a real wedding, because you will ‘need to make a honest woman out of me’.” Santana took a breathe. “Besides, we might actually get pregnant spending so much time alone without people to burst into our time and we’re both too young.” She smoothed her hands over his chest. “I’m glad to be there with you. You’re the only reason why I’m going. For that I’m grateful.”
He pouted, a little disappointed, but he knew what she said made sense. Their lives were just starting and they really could not risk getting pregnant now. He kissed her again.They had lots of time for kids later, for now they could have as much fun as they could have. He trailed kisses from her lips to her ear. "As much as I like hearing that I'm the reason you're going to New York. I would like it even better if you do it for yourself." He said. "I want you to be happy, more than anything else."
Santana caught the roll of his eyes at the mentions of her friends. She didn’t think him and Kurt had ever worked any of their differences out really. At least not over Blaine and that mess. “That’s exactly it.” She deadpanned. “I wanted to prepare you for Betsy.” She teased, shaking her head quickly. “Just read it.” She said, sitting there, waiting patiently. It took a moment or two longer than necessary to get it, but he did and then came all the exclamations and the hug and kisses. She basked in the moments with a big smile, hugging him back. “I worked really hard and I got all A’s in my last semester. I’m excited to be there.” She said, grinning up at him. “I hope you don’t mind me coming with you tomorrow. It’s all been settled and I got a ticket.” She explained. ” A one way to New York, New York.”
Sebastian still could not believe his good fortune. He pinched his arm just to be sure he was not having one of those recurring dreams he had been getting ever since this ordeal had started. He smiled before he held her close, trying to hold back the tears of joy. Dear god what had this woman turned him into. She made him into this puddle of emotion most of the time. He took in a shaky breath. "Mind? It would not be complete without you." He murmured. He let her go and just look at her for a second. "Where are you staying? You're more than welcome to stay with me." His apartment is just right for the two of them he thought. " I'm not sure if our fathers would appreciate it but we have our mothers to back us up." He paused. "I can help you find a place of your own, later, or something."
Santana looked at Sebastian as he messed with his suitcases. She had already took a shirt he had packed. Just because she liked the idea of making him a little nervous. His dreams were in New York and hers seemed to be here. Santana was all about being independent, but she had grew to lean on Sebastian. He was always helping her, making her soup and even when she messed up, he told her she was beautiful, something the brunette wasn’t accustomed to. “Only a little bit?” She flexed her fingers for a moment in his hand. “Your mother told me about it. Rachel and Kurt told me it was nice. They went by there, on the way to a Funny Girl practice. Kurt said it was very classy.’” She perked an eyebrow. “You should, I’m pretty missable.” She leaned over and went through her purse. “Read these.”
He rolled his eyes when she mentioned Berry and Hummel-girl. How fair was it that those two were in New York and Santana was not? He smiled anyway when she said she was missable. "That you are." He confirmed. He lifted and eyebrow at the papers she handed him. "You're not pregnant are you?" He asked, half serious. "Because your father will kill me." He quickly scanned the white sheet. At first he was confused but everything finally added up in his brain. "You- you're going to New York too?" He stated, numbly. It was a shock. "Oh my God. You're going to New York!" He exclaimed after a moment before jumping up and enveloping her in hug, then raining kisses on her face. "I can't believe this. You don't know how happy you've made me."
Santana had been working a lot lately. She was never worried about her grades, the brunette had always gotten decent grades. She didn’t have straight A’s like Quinn, but she did good enough to graduate with her own set of honors. Now she felt a new sense of nervous as she began applying to all the different colleges in New York. She had a year of school under her belt and she had only gotten two B’s in the period, but it was still nerve racking to the girl. Santana’s dad had been a real rock during this, encouraging her and helping her keep it away from Sebastian. She didn’t want to tell him until she knew for sure if she had gotten in or not. Once she got the acceptance letter to NYU and Columbia, she wanted to tell Sebastian right away. But she didn’t, because she had even more to plan. Her parents were more than happy to help with everything, her own Mother was practically shoving her out of the door since the ring appeared. This time they knew her going to New York wasn’t for something as unobtainable as fame, it was for school and Sebastian. Rachel was over the moon to hear she was coming and Kurt was worried she was doing it for the wrong reason, but after telling him she was coming to crash there whenever she wanted, he shut up. Now, she was over helping Sebastian pack up the rest of his things sitting on his bed with a small smile on her face. “Excited, yet?”
Time seemed to move so fast and so slow since he received his acceptance letter. He had been spending almost every single day with Santana, who seemed to have decided to stay back in Ohio. He was scared to ask her for confirmation. He would miss her terribly but he had to think about the future. If he wanted Doctor Lopez approval he had to make sure he could take care of Santana. He carefully check and recheck his luggage not because he did not want to leave anything behind but because he wanted to forget that he was leaving something -someone- behind. He smiled a little at her question. "Just a bit." He replied, truthfully. He sat down beside her and took her hand in his. "Mom and Dad, got me this nice apartment in a good neighborhood so I'm all set."
He sighed and looked at her. "I'm going to miss you." He said, with a kiss to her hand. "I'm going to miss this."
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Santana was content laying here like, this and she hummed for a moment as he began running his fingers through her hair. “You’re sweet for saying that, but I definitely do feel like it.” She thought about biting his stomach for a moment, because it was right there and it would make it playful, instead of sad. She say his eyes watering. “Because I’m incredibly stubborn? I’m hard headed and then you get the fun of me running to New York after the face?” She said watching him. He shifted for a moment and she lifted her head and then saw he had a box. Santana shook her head, even though, she couldn’t stop the grin coming across it. Clearly he had lost his mind. “Yeah, she’s might be right, but you don’t have to do this, Sebastian.” She sat up, getting on her knees next to him. “You don’t have to get engaged to me. I’m not worth all of that and even though our parents would like it, our mothers especially, we are young. I don’t want to be a statistic. I don’t want to be a burden on you. I love you and sometimes when you love things, you have to set them free. It’s like this saying about branches, leaves and roots of a tree. I’m a leaf on yours, I know it.” She looked at the ring with a sigh, not taking it off. She kissed him hard, not really sure what she was saying and knowing she needed to put a nail in his coffin, but maybe just for five she could just enjoy something nice. Besides, only Rachel had been engaged before her. She was definitely feeling a fuck you to everyone else.
His mother told him that Santana's eyes would sparkle when he gave her this ring and it happened right in front of him. So he stopped listening to her words. Words meant thinking and right now Santana's brain was her worst enemy. She aimed to be noble, to do the right thing and set him free but he was not Brittany. He wanted her and she wanted him too. "I love you too and I'm sorry because I don't want you to be just a leaf on my tree. Because you're my sun."
"Do you understand?" He asked as they broke off for air. "The ring is a promise. It doesn't matter where I am or how far I'll go. I'll always come back here to you. I know we have a lot of thing to discover and to fix about ourselves but I feel like it doesn't matter. Somehow we'll still find each other."
Santana messed with her hair as she looked at her. “My dad just grunted. You know how he believes in as few words as possible.” She said, looking at the back of his head. “They would. It’s weird how crazy similar they can be at times. My mother still has wedding magazines.” Santana admitted, feeling herself to relax the more she was around him. She shuffled over to his said as he started talking, catching his eye. “It is crazy, Sebastian. We’re crazy and I think…you know. Those types of things need clear definitions. We don’t even have one about…this.” She said, gesturing between them as she laid down on her bed, placing her head in his lap, “Besides, what if you get there and find another love of you life on the dance floor, Sebastian? You don’t want to waste your time with the eating disorder girl. I don’t want to weigh you down.” She said, looking at him. “I need you to succeed, and become a lawyer…Do the things you should have been doing this year before I came along with my drama. It was nice of you to think of me though.” She took another moment. “It’s nice of you to want me. I want you too, Mr. Smythe. I’m probably being rather stupid and noble at the moment, but that’s what I do.”
He shook his head. "You won't weigh me down. You never weigh me down." He said, once again running his fingers through her hair. He could feel his eyes watering a bit as she talked. This felt like an awful premature goodbye but he did ask the question, knowing that it had a high chance to be rejected. He bent down to kiss her temple. "You say we need a clear definition between us but why do I have this feeling that you'd still say no." He stated. "But whatever, you say..." He trailed. He drew out the ring his mother had given him to give Santana. Because she 'noticed' that Santana did not have a ring yet. He had rolled his eyes then but he kept it anyway. He pushed to the proper finger. "Mom was right. Your hand look better with a ring on it."
Santana shook her head for a moment at him. Sebastian always managed to be adorable when she didn’t want him to be. Then he gave that sweet little kiss and she almost brought him back in for another. Because she liked these moments. They were like two fireballs in one container, when they met together, they shone must brighter and stopped bouncing and destroying each other. She took the envelope, noticing it was very heavy and she laughed for a moment. “As she should be. Your dad will be over the moon. Can we hold off telling my mother? She legitimately will use this as an excuse to throw a dinner.” She said, her dark eyes finding his. “I’m really proud of you, Sebastian Smythe, pretty face and the brains.” She nuzzled into his hand, nodding as he said he had something to ask her.
"Of course. It’s a good school and I get decent grades. It works. I chill at home and you know…" She shrugged, setting the packet down to grab the serum off her night stand. If she let it dry, it would be a mess. "Why do you wanna know, future New Yorker?"
He shrugged. "Dad would probably pat my back and yes, we can hold off telling your mom. She and my mother will plan a party for sure." He replied. He listened to her talk about Ohio State. What he would ask was selfish of him. But he was nothing but selfish. He wanted everything. "You see, I've read about NYU's transfer program and I think you'd qualify." He shifted a little where he sat, suddenly nervous. "If you want that is... to transfer." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at her. "I would really love it if you can join me at New York."
"It's crazy, I know. And there are things we need to fix before... it's just an option." He pulled her hand to his lips. "I want you with me."
Santana let him ignore her question, because she pretty much knew the answer. The brunette, pushed her wet hair behind her ear. “Kate Moss does it and she loses- that was a stupid joke. Ignore me. I was trying to tease back. Obviously I am terrible at it.” She said with a shrug. She looked down at her- his shirt. Santana had taken it from his house, because she knew it was his favorite. She had been sleeping in it lately. She liked it. “I wonder how this ended up over here.” She shrugged, letting him strip her and call her beautiful, even though, they both knew that she wasn’t really. He knew too much to think she was still beautiful. Still, she didn’t want to ruin his day with being crazy. “I’ll put in wave serum and let it dry naturally. Enough about me. Let me see your letter. You got accepted, that’s huge, Sebastian. This is huge. I’m so proud of you.” She said, kissing the top of his head.
He ran his fingers through her damp hair. "I'd like that." He said. He knew her hair took a lot of effort to be presentable and he liked to see it as close to natural as he could. "It arrived today." He replied and cupped her cheek to kiss her again. This time on the lips, quick but tender. He handed her the heavy envelope. "Mom was pretty proud too." He shared with a little chuckle. "It says there I have a full ride. I'm not just a pretty face, you see." He said with a smirk. He caressed her cheek. "Speaking of which I have something to ask you."
Over the last few months, she had grown fond of Sebastian. Hell, if she was being honest, she had fallen for the boy, but she would never say that out loud, she would rather eat soap. The brunette crawled into the tub, letting the water hit her body, stinging it with it’s hotness. She didn’t even bother taking off her shorts and t shirt. There was no point, because soon, Sebastian would be gone. Luck would have it that she ended up getting high somewhere and crashing her own car. Except, no one would come see her. No one. She hear the cheerfulness in his voice and she was happy for him. Sebastian’s dream was to be a lawyer or at least his passion was. Something, that was his goal. She didn’t even have one. After what felt like hours of crying and feeling sorry for herself, she got out of the tub, intent on laying face down in her bed for a few moments before putting on her happy face. Instead, Sebastian was sitting there. She felt a stupid smile ghost over her lips as she shivered in the cold air. “I meant sit downstairs or something. Have you been sitting here the entire time?” She questioned.
He looked up from where he was browsing his phone. He frowned slightly when he saw that she looked like drowned rat, dripping on her room's carpet. He shook his head, ignoring her question. "Do you always wear clothes when you take a bath?" He teased, softly, instead. He stood up and walked towards her. She looked smaller then ever. He smiled a little and grabbed the bathrobe that was draped over the chair. "Hey this is my favorite shirt." He said, as he grasped the hem of the fabric, pulling it up and over her head. He threw it inside the bathroom. His eyes roamed over her body. She was thinner than the last time he saw her and he knew he had to do something. "You're so beautiful." He said, sincerely as he covered her with the robe. He knelt down and dragged her shorts as well. He held her hand. "Come on. Let's dry your hair."
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Santana panicked, period when he stepped forward, flashing the key at her. “She always really liked you, Sebastian. Now you’re practically a family member, key and all.” She shook her head, behind the door, feeling tears starting to blind her. This was her pussyfooting, but there was something about seeing Sebastian hurt and disappointed she couldn’t stomach. “I’m proud of you. Really proud. I haven’t had time to get ready for the day yet. If you go chill downstairs or whatever, I can be ready. This deserves celebration.” She wiped her eyes. “This is big for you.” Devastating for her. Because she had gotten so used to having the boy around. Another one gone. She turned the shower on, hoping it drowned out any sounds of crying.
He could hear the muffled words from the other side of the door. If he press his ear hard enough against the wood he could hear her voice cracking. She was crying and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her but she would not appreciate that. Because she was Santana Lopez, she was a strong woman and she did not need his help. He wiped his own tears because Sebastian Smythe never cried for something as sappy as this. "Yeah I'll wait." He said, cheerfully as he could. "Wear something casual." He added as he took a seat on the edge of her bed. They could go on a picnic instead. He thought. He did not want her throwing up in some restaurant. They would buy something light and lots of candies.
Santana had a bad track record of not being able to be honest completely with the peole in her life. She had had an eating disorder for years, she lied and slept with guys to ruin their reputation. She had even lied to Brittany when she dumped her. She was to blame for every fuck up of her entire life. Soon as she heard Sebastian’s voice as the last of her breakfast almost drowned it out, she knew this was one of those times. She flushed the toilet, closing her eyes and then swallowed some mouthwash. “Sebastian…not today. I’m not turning into one today.” She said softly, just loud enough for him to hear. She almost couldn’t bear to face him, but no one can ever say she was one to run away. She stood, pushing her hair back as she came into view. “Hey. What’s up? Did my mother let you in?” She asked, hoping for the privacy for a bit. She eased the door close.
He smiled slightly, ignoring the flushing sound, and raised the spare key when she peeked her head. "Gave me the key." He replied. She looked miserable, he noted. He moved to step forward but she closed the door again. He sighed. "Santana..." He trailed. He wanted to confront her about making herself sick again but what difference would it make? He would try and help her. She would eat properly for a few weeks when he's around then return to this. "My acceptance letter came in today for NYU. I thought we could celebrate by going out to dinner." He paused. "But I can see you're not feeling fine. I'll just go."
Santana wanted to tell her mother that bacon was fattening and that’s why Quinn Fabray thighs thundered whenever she jumped, but she didn’t have the heart to tell her such a thing when she was happy with Santana. The girl had been taking classes at Ohio State, twenty minutes or so from her house and had gotten one B and the rest were A’s. She was happy with her daughter and why ruin either of their moods by being negative. So, of course, she overate. Way too many eggs and pancakes. Not to mention bacon and sausage. She was so glad they both were going off because not even five minutes later she was on her knees in the bathroom, emptying her stomach. She knew she needed to stop, she had been lying to Sebastian for a long time. It made her feel awful, but she had been back to her old ways. It was a comfort, it was all she knew. It was one of the few things she had control over and it was just what she needed in her life right now.
Mrs. Lopez was on her way out when Sebastian halted in their front yard. The older lady was happy to see him around and even gave him a spare key to the house. "Santana's in her room, corazon." She said. "You two enjoy yourselves but not too much fun." She added with a wink. He blushed slightly before waving her goodbye. The first floor was empty, so he made his way upstairs to Santana's room. He knocked on the door with that glittered plaque. When nobody answered, he pushed in. "Santana." He called out, noticing the closed bathroom door. He had to force himself not to open it. He had to trust her to not be doing what he thought she was doing. "Are you turning yourself to a raisin in there?" He said in a light tone.
It came in with the morning mail and the smile on Sebastian's face had not faded since then. His acceptance letter had finally arrived and he was officially a student of NYU. His mother was around to kiss his cheek much to his dismay. "Have you told your gilrfriend yet, dear?" She asked. He opened his mouth to say that Santana was not her girlfriend but she sort of was and it was not like his mother would listen. "Yes. I'll swing by her house after breakfast." He was sure glad that Santana's house was nearby because his license was still revoked and he could only use his bike for a while.
Santana didn't feel like being in a good mood and she didn't want to eat. She couldn't remember her last good meal that wasn't forced by Sebastian and she didn't want any of it. She was obsessing over her stomach, comparing it to others she found and she was so crabby over it. She knew she wasn't fat, but she liked, preferred being thing. The brunette knocked twice on Sebastian's door before pushing in and sitting her purse on the table by the door and hanging her jacket. She went into his living room and plopped on the couch. "Don't forget the rules. What are we watching?"
Sebastian pursed his lips as he waited for the food to be finished. It was her favorite kettle corn. He would not be forcing her to eat but he knew she could not resist kettle corn at any case. It might not be healthy but it was better than eating nothing. His father was home but that man would not get out of his home office for nothing less than a dire emergency so it was as good as being alone. He could not wait to have his own place. He sat down next to her with his bowl of kettle corn and showed her his Blu-ray copy of The Little Mermaid. "It just arrived today." He said.
Santana was sitting quietly as he came in with popcorn. It would kill her, but she knew she was going to be eating it. She smiled for a moment, before she leaned against him for a moment. "I like this movie." She liked all the immature kid movies, but it was okay. She grabbed a piece of the popcorn and held it as she looked at the screen. She was sure he would get tired of her, but for now, she could enjoy it.
Sebastian smiled when she grabbed a piece of popcorn and kissed the top of her head. It was both tiring and satisfying doing this thing with Santana. They were the epitome of couldn't live with and couldn't live without and he let her settle against him as he pressed play. He was not really paying that much attention to the movie and was more focus on her. He ran his fingers up and down her arm, feeling how soft it was. She said she did not believe him when he said she was beautiful and he was a bit irked with that because he said it sincerely. He suddenly had this desire to show her how serious he was when he said that. He moved her aside and kissed the spot where her shoulder and neck met. "You're so beautiful." He said.
Santana let him kiss the top of her head as she relaxed. Being with him always had her wary of what could happen, but relaxed when it was time to be. Santana always loved it, it was simple and she didn't have to think or rationalize it as she laid there. She felt him running his fingers over her skin and she looked at him briefly as she let him move her. She felt his lips against her and even though she was usually ready for sex, she moved away from him. "I'm not and I don't want to have sex."
Sebastian blinked and frowned slightly when she moved away. Having this type of relationship with a woman was exhausting. But perhaps it was more because Santana had bulimia or maybe because he had no type of experience with the opposite sex. He grabbed her arm lightly to keep her still and held her chin. "Don't you trust me?" He asked in a serious tone. He curled a few of her hair around his finger as he waited for a reply.
Santana watched him as maintained her distance and let him frown. Really he was ruining a perfectly good movie with all of this. She averted her eyes from looking at him. She trusted him, to a degree, but then to another degree, she didn't trust anyone. She gulped down some air. "Do you have to? I'll like to hear Ariel sing and for us not to get touchy feely. Can we stop now?"
Sebastian just looked at her for a second as she averted her eyes. It stung that she did not answer his question. Maybe he presumed too much. Not because he trusted her, it did not mean she returned the sentiment. He did not say anything just scooted until he was at the other end of the couch and well far away from her. He felt useless and he hated that feeling. After a minute of looking at the screen he stood up. "I need some water." He announced. He needed to get away from her.
Santana knew that everyone left her at some point, that was just clear. She wasn't going to wallow in it. She just leaned against the couch silently. She knew that she was in her own head, but she wasn't in the mood for Sebastian to get any closer and starting to reject her. She nodded as she relaxed against the couch, watching the movie. A little fairy tale that would never happen for her. She knew she should go and make Sebastian feel better about her, but she couldn't find the energy to move or get up. She shouldn't have came here.
Sebastian sat down by the center island in the kitchen with a glass of water and staring out the window. He was not really sure what to do and he sighed as he took a sip of the cool liquid. He closed his eyes and reminded himself that was not about himself. Santana was sick and she needed some sort of support. But how could he help her when she did not even trust him or believe him? He would not be doing any good by staying in the kitchen that was for sure. He ran a through his hair and absentmindedly took some milk and chocolate syrup. He mixed them together and walked back to the living room. He placed the chocolate milk in front of Santana before taking his seat again.
Santana was getting very intimate with his couch as she snuggled it through the movie. She felt quite hollow and it was such a weird feeling for her. She munched quietly on the popcorn. She liked it cause it tasted so yummy and not fattening. She felt a little more happy and less in a bad mood the more she ate. She looked up as Sebastian sat down the chocolate milk and sat far away from her. She grabbed the glass and scooted down to him. "I always liked chocolate way better than strawberry anything." She said quietly as she sat next to him.
Sebastian glanced at her quickly before looking back at the screen. He could not help but feel glad that she was eating. "I know." He replied and crossed his legs and arms to maintain space between them and as a defensive gesture. He did not want to be rejected again or to make her feel uncomfortable. There was still half of the movie left and he hoped he does not lose feeling in his extremities.
Santana immediately knew why he had closed everything off to her. She shook her head for a moment, before tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear. She moved back away from him as she forced herself to watching the movie, setting the bowl down. You don't purge on popcorn, that would be awful all that popcorn coming back up. Instead she grabbed the Milky Way she kept stashed in her purse and started eating it.
Sebastian knew that this was the most awkward movie time he had with Santana. He was surprised that he missed cuddling with her and smelling her hair. He stole a look at her and thought that this was ridiculous. They were so near yet so far. It was irritating, like something was crawling under his skin. He sighed and bit his lower lip. His pride would kill him and he did not want to die like that. This is not about you. This is not about you. He repeated the mantra in his head before moving closer to Santana and laying his arm across her shoulder. "I like it better like this." He said sheepishly.
Santana wasn't rushing herself to eat super food, but she was enjoying the chocolate and she was more so enjoying eating it, even if she didn't plan to keep it down. She liked having control over that at least, she knew made those awful mistakes with it. She looked over at Sebastian as she heard the couch material make a noise and then he was right by her. He was damaging cute right now and she didn't waste anytime snuggling up to him. "Me too. You're warm...strong, all those things that are nice about boys." She said softly.
Sebastian played with the strands of her hair as she spoke. There was a relief to be close again. He hummed and looked at her, studying the contours of her face. "But you're warm and strong too, Santana" He said, sincerely. He did not think warm and strong only pertained to one gender. He kissed her forehead. "You have to believe that." He smiled before ducking down to take a bite off her Milky Way. It was his favorite. "Yum."
Santana likes when he played with her hair and she hummed for a moment, enjoying every second. It was subtle and relaxing with them being together and for it not to feel weird. She hated awkward. She looked over at him with a small smile coming across her face. "I believe you Sebastian." She said before she shook her head at him. She knew he liked the candy as well and she didn't mind sharing with him.
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