Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Glee or Sebastian because if I did, I wouldn't be writing this when I could be with Sebastian Smythe, obviously! I mean damn not only is Grant Gustin - don't own sadly :( - freaking hot but his voice OMG can't even describe it!
Summary: Sebastian isn't gay. He's part of ploy to take down the New Directions. Once finding out Blaine isn't interested, he decides to go in a new direction. Sure, she might think she's Lesbian, but he's always loved a challenge.
Setting: Starts during the episode Michael. Their chemistry was so amazing I could feel it!
Rating: T but may contain some provocative/ suggestive themes.
A/N: In this story, Sebastian will be cocky and suggestive, etc. Tell me if the rating should be changed to M.
Pairings: (Main) Sebtana - Sebastian/Santana
: (Others, some featured, some implied) Finchel, Klaine, Samcedes, Tike, Britartie, for now.
Important A/N: Brit and San are currently on a break and Brit discovers she still has feelings for Artie. I'd also like to point out before I start receiving hate mail, that I have nothing against people who like people the same gender as them. I believe it doesn't define you, who you're attracted to is just one more thing about you. I ship Sebtana because of their amazing chemistry not because pairing them together enables them to be 'straight'. I am not homophobic, it is your choice who you love, please don't hate on my story.
And on a less serious note, but still serious, I would just like to say, "Grant Gustin, would you marry me?" cause damn that man is fine af.
Urmm onto the story before I start ranting about his abs...
Chapter 1: Smooth Criminal
As the musicians playing the cello start strumming, she struts over and takes a seat on one of the expensive private-school chairs.
He looks at her with an intense yet smoldering expression as he begins singing. She crosses one leg over the other and crosses her arms looking at him in a show-me-what-you-got way.
As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He walks closer to her like a hunter stalking it's prey. His eyes fixated on her. She looks at him in awe of his voice but hiding any such thought.
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
He walks closer and closer to her and slides his hand across her shoulder. She shivers at the contact and feels a whimper coming on.
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom.
He struts around the room fixated on her intensely and teasing her with the last line with a smirk plastered on his face.
Annie, are you OK?
(So, Annie, are you OK?)
Are you OK, Annie?
She decides to fight back. She's not going down. This time she wants to be the hunter not the prey.
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
They get closer and closer, then easily swapping sides, never taking their gazes off each other.
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK,?
Are you OK, Annie?
(Annie, are you OK?)
(would you tell us that you're OK)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
They get closer and closer, dancing with each other in perfect sync, their gazes never wavering.
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)
He fixes her pointedly with his stare at the last line before turning away and allowing her to be the chaser instead of the prey for once... But not for long.
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
His lips are pursed in a flirty kind of way and his eyes are lazily yet sexily intensifying. He's the hunter and she's the prey once again, something Santana doesn't really experience often. She's usually always the one in charge.
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal
They are practically nose to nose. The question is which one of them is the smooth criminal.
She can't take it anymore, she moves away from him. He follows her lead but because the room is set up in a circular formation, they will meet again and he knows it.
I don't know!
(Annie are you okay? Would you tell us, that you're OK)
I don't know!
(there's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(he came into your apartment)
I don't know!
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know!
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
(Annie, are you OK?)
Dang gone it, baby!
(will you tell us, that you're OK)
Dang gone it, baby!
(there's a sign in the window)
Dang gone it, baby!
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
Hoo! hoo!
(he came into your apartment)
Dang gone it!
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
Hoo! hoo! hoo!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
Dang gone it!
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal
They've once again encountered themselves nose to nose, but this time neither of them can take it anymore. The sexual tension in the air so thick that not even a knife could cut it. They both lunge for each other, capturing each other's lips and battling for dominance.
His hands find her waist. Her hands get tangled up in his perfectly coiffed hair which actually still stays perfectly coiffed.
In the need for oxygen they break apart. "I was better," she says to make herself believe it. "You weren't even close," He smirks cockily.
He's turns his back and starts to walk away. "Wait," She says confused, "I don't understand." She knows it's wrong, but she can't help it. Could anyone?
He walks back towards her. She continues, "You like dick."
"And you like pussy." He counters raising his eyebrow. She gets lost in his perfect green eyes and he takes the time to capture her lips once more. She loses control.
He kisses her fervently. He slips his tongue into her mouth and before she can stop it, they are battling for dominance once again. His picks her up against him. Her slender tan legs wrap around his waist.
She kisses him hard and her hand grab onto his hair. He then attaches his lips to her neck. Sucking gently and nibbling, making her moan loudly. She puts her hands on his chest, "We can't."
He lays soft butterfly kisses from her upper neck to her chest while holding her up. "Why can't we?" He whispers in an alluring tone in her ear. His hot breath tickles her skin and makes her shiver with delight.
He's right. Why can't they?
