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 mariposas but it was too damn scary to admit.

Dios mío, Santana! I mentally screamed at myself, what's wrong with you? tu shouldn't be thinking about meerkat face, not ever, unless you're thinking of ways to destroy him… and his pretty face… and his jade eyes…and his—

Holy hell, S Lopez, you've got a loving girlfriend with amazing hair and a killer body, and parents supportive enough to accept your sexuality, so tu should be más than happy.

But here tu are… thinking about a guy. Sebastian Smythe, nonetheless, the most irritating schmuck out there who is supposed to be your new enemy.

I huffed as I raised my head off the steering wheel, turned the key that was already in the ignition, applied some melocotón lip-gloss with the help of my rearview mirror (a little beautifying goes a long way), and started to drive out of the Dalton Academy parking lot.

I decided that the perfect way to get my mind off all this shit was a little retail therapy…with the girl I loved.

I stopped at a red light and dropped Brittany a quick text.

Hey, Britts, how about we have a little shopping trip?

-S

Less than a segundo later I got a reply.

I wud live to, Sannie.

-B

Great. Meet me at the Lima Mall.

-S

I smiled as I threw my phone on the drivers asiento and turned the radio on to keep my brain busy por canto along.

And surprise, surprise.

The first thing that came up was none other than Smooth Criminal por Michael Jackson.

I screamed as my hand flew to the radio to change the station.

I wouldn't have been surprised if Sebastian knew that I decided to listen to the radio at that exact moment and was somewhere in Dalton, wedged in a corner, phone in hand, requesting the radio station to play the song, just to piss me off and mess with my head. But I knew that was impossible.

Sure, Sebastian was evil to the core but he wasn't a psychic… Was he?

I almost laughed at the thought of Sebastian wearing a headdress, with a crystal ball splayed on the mesa, tabla before him, holding up tarot cards and predicting the future.

Dammit! Stop thinking about him! Think about Britt-Britt and how much tu adore her.

The light turned green and I quickly pressed the gas pedal, taking off.

I sat on the bench in front of the indoor fountain, waiting for Brittany to arrive.

She was an hora late. Where is she? I quickly sprang up and started to pace around the fuente impatiently.

The impatience that fueled me shocked the hell out of me.

I usually wouldn't have minded waiting for Brittany. I could've waited for her día and night, for hours on end but right then I couldn't have been más pissed at her.

She's probably lost in her own bathroom wondering how the fuck to get out.

Oh. Damn. I couldn't believe that that thought crossed my mind. I deserve to be dragged to the inner pits of hell. How the hell can I even think that about her? She's Brittany. She was supposed to be clueless and I was supposed to be defending her whenever people called her stupid not call her that myself.

I'm. Such. A. Bitch.

Then I saw her walking up to me, her eyes shining, her lips smiling, her blonde hair bouncing.

She was genuinely happy to see me. I waited for a smile to creep up my face but it never came.

"Hi, Sannie!" Brittany dicho pulling me into a hug but my body went stiff and I didn't hug her back like I was supposed to.

"Hi." I replied as she broke away from me. I could see the confusion clouding her eyes and the frown threatening to appear on her lips. She was hurt. I felt like such a perra but I wasn't able to do anything to control it.

It was like someone else was controlling me and that I was just standing por letting him do the damage.

One face crept up my mind and, of course, it was Sebastian's.

And no it wasn't the canto cangrejo from The Little Mermaid. Although I wished with every cell in my body that it was that damn crustacean.

What the hell is Sebastian doing to me?

I almost screamed in horror as the realization ambushed me. Sebastian Smythe was controlling me.

"What do tu think of this one?" Brittany asked me for the third time, trying to get me out of my stance but miserably failing.

I was sitting on a beanbag propped right in front of the dressing rooms and the mirror in the shop, staring at the ground and trying to get my mind not to roam back to he who shall not be named.

Sebastian Smythe's his name, Sannie bear, I can't believe tu forgot it already! A sarcastic voice in my head tried to innocently remind me. I don't know how tu forgot how pretty his green curious eyes were, how his tall body was almost touching yours, and how his—

"Santana!" Brittany whined, stomping her feet like a five año old that was about to have a tantrum, "What do tu think of Sebastian?"

"W-w-hat?" I stuttered nervously terrified to hear the same name I was thinking of coming out of her lips.

"I said, 'What do tu think of this one?'" Brittany replied, motioning towards the electric blue dress she was wearing.

It was short, only reaching her mid thigh, and successfully exposed her creamy white and well toned legs.

It was also tight.

I gave it a segundo glance.

Very tight, actually.

Brittany turned around to mostrar me the back of the dress only for me to realize that it was completely backless and exposed her bare back and stopped a little before her ass.

I stood there, my eyes on at her back, waiting for something intense and powerful to wash over me.

I waited for that something that a certain somebody made me feel.

I didn't understand a thing.

I should've been intoxicated.

I should've been excited.

I should've been lustful.

I should've been telling her how damn sexy she was.

I should've been convincing her to buy the dress only to rip it off later in the comfort of her bedroom.

I should've been…

I should've been all of those things that I was when I was with Sebastian Smythe…

And it terrified me.

"Santana?" Brittany turned around to examine the expression on my face and figure out why I was so silent, "Is it that bad?"

She looked down at the dress confusedly.

"No, it's not." I said.

"Then, why are tu so quiet?" She questioned with a little hurt coloring her voice.

Yeah, why are tu so quiet? The bitchy little voice in my head asked mockingly.

"B-because you're so beautiful." I dicho in an unconvincing tone. That's it, I thought, she looks so beautiful that I was speechless.

"Really?" Her eyes lit up.

"Really." I repeated but I felt that same uncomfortable stomach ache that always accompanied my lies.

I looked back at Brittany, with that big grin on her face, her blonde hair flowing down to the side of her neck, the sexy dress she was wearing.

Yeah, Brittany did look beautiful.

But is that why tu were speechless, Satan? The voice dicho in an almost mocking tone. Is that why you're stomach fucking hurts and not in a good way?

I shook it off and walked up to her.

"You're so beautiful, Britt." I said, ignoring my stomach and the voice, as I laid my lips on hers.

"Let's get out of here." Brittany dicho with a suggestive wink.

An hora later, after purchasing the dress, getting to the car, ripping up the ticket on the windshield of the car, and driving through traffic, Brittany and I lay in bed… fully clothed.

Sure, the girl tried to get it on but I wasn't in the mood at all even after I shut that bitchy voice in my head up.

So instead we kept things PG-13.

I stared at the ceiling as she left a trail of kisses on my neck. It was a nice looking ceiling with rosado, rosa flores and vines hand painted on—

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Brittany, the girl I love, is trying to make out with me and all I can seem to think about is how good the ceiling looked?

I raised her chin up so I could place a kiss.

I closed my eyes as my lips met hers but all that I could see was Sebastian Fucking Smythe's face with that stupid smirk of his. What the hell was I doing thinking about—

"Sebastian."

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Did I just say his name when I'm making out with Brittany?

Brittany quickly pulled away and stared at me with confused eyes, "What did tu say?"

Oh, shit, I did just say his name when I was making out with Brittany.

"N-nothing."

"Weird." Brittany shrugged, "I thought I heard someone saying 'Sebastian' I guess it must be Lord Tubbington watching The Little Mermaid again."

She even rolled her eyes as if that was the most normal thing in the world.

I was speechless but before I could think of a proper way to react the blonde girl started to kiss my already parted lips again.

"Brittany." I dicho into her lips.

"Santana." She murmured, trying to deepen the kiss.

"I'm not in the mood." I said, as I pulled away and fumbled to grab my phone and shopping bag.

"See tu later." was the last thing I dicho before I rushed out of her house.