The second he pulled up in front of her house, she was out the door, dragging along simple black suitcase and toting another and her purse on her arm. He watched her, gracefully walking to the sidewalk. She looked beautiful, even though she warned him she would look like crap this early in the morning. He called bullshit, and he was right. Her hair was an untamed mess, her make up was barely there and smeared, her clothes were baggy and comfortable looking. She looked amazing, he knew.

He got out of the car and walked over to meet her on the sidewalk. She smiled up at him and didn't hesitate to hand him the bag resting on her shoulder after she pecked his lips quickly.

"Morning," she said and smiled.

"Morning," he replied and shrugged her bag further on his arm. "Say goodbye to your parents already?" he asked as they walked back over to his car.

"Yeah, it wasn't a big deal like last year. I'll just be in Chicago so they're not as worried," she informed and threw her suitcase in the back after he opened the car door. "Thanks again for taking me to the airport, babe."

"Yeah, yeah, no problem. Boyfriend duties." He shut the car door and leaned down to kiss her again. "That everything?" he asked when she pulled away.

She glanced into her purse momentarily to make sure she had her phone and wallet (Mr. Schue was carrying everyone's tickets). She nodded, "Yup, all good to go."

"Alright, get in. We've got an hour drive ahead of us." Santana turned to go to the other side of the car, and Sebastian lightly tapped her butt quickly, which caused her to give him a very suggestive eyebrow wiggle. He smirked and shook his head as he got into the driver seat.

They drove off quickly, only stopping at Dunk N Donut's drive thru for coffee (black for Sebastian, iced coffee for Santana) and donuts (jelly filled for Sebastian, chocolate glazed with sprinkles for Santana) before leaving Lima and heading to Dayton.

They ate in silence as Sebastian drove. His stereo had one of his CD's in and on low, but Santana barely caught some of the lyrics that poured through.

"… I must confess

I'm in love with my own sins…."

She smiled silently to herself.

After a few minutes, when Sebastian had devoured his donut and Santana had slurped her coffee away, did Sebastian start a conversation: "You excited?"

"Yeah," she answered, shrugging slightly. "Not as much as last year, but I am. Chicago should be cool and we'll definitely win and whatever." She shrugged again and took the last bite of her donut. "Did you find out if you can come watch?"

Sebastian sighed and glanced quickly over at the Latina. "I'm gonna try. I've got my interview at Harvard this weekend too, but I might be able to get out early enough to fly down and watch you. No promises though."

"It's okay," she assured and smiled over at him. "I was just wondering. Don't fuck up your interview or anything, okay?"

"Me? Fuck up an interview? Ha," Sebastian chuckled and smirked at Santana's eye roll. "But hey, speaking of Massachusetts…" He paused and glanced over at her. "You heard back from any of the schools up there?"

Santana leaned against the seat and stared at him as she quickly told. "Yeah, last night I got a letter. I got into that community college."

"The one in Boston?" he asked, feeling his heart pound and his eyes getting wide.


Sebastian gulped. "Are you going to it?"

Santana stopped. She didn't speak for awhile, she just stared at Sebastian as he drove and stole a few glances of her every few seconds. She studied his face, the crease his forehead had, the glint of worry his eyes held. This was a huge decision that require a lot of talking on both their parts.

"Yeah, I think so," she told.

Sebastian smiled wide and grabbed her hand, sending relief through her as he did. He wasn't scared away, good.

They drove on, discussing Massachusetts and their plans and trying to figure everything out. They wanted to be together, that part was clear.

Eventually, Sebastian pulled off the highway and into Dayton and headed to the airport.

"When does your flight leave again?"

"Nine. We're all meeting up in the lobby at eight, so I am… half an hour early." She smiled over at him again as he pulled into the airport parking lot. "Thank again for driving me."

"It was no problem, really," he smiled back at her and squeezed her hand, still clutched in his own. "Who are you sitting with on the plane?"

"Quinn. She's still been pretty nice to me," Santana shrugged, though her chest ached for a minute as she thought of the cold shoulders and iced glares she had been receiving for the past week from almost the whole glee club.

Sebastian squeezed her hand again. "Everyone else is at least being civil, right?"

Santana nodded.

Sebastian let out a small sigh. He hated seeing Santana like this, so broken over a group of idiots who didn't want her to just be happy. Why couldn't they just let the two date and get over it? He had apologized, hadn't he? So why couldn't they just back off for once?

He pulled up on the curb of the entrance. "You sure you don't want me to walk you to the gate? I don't mind."

"I know, but the guys will be in there, no reason to start anymore drama." She shrugged and unbuckled herself. "So, I guess I might see you this weekend, or next week?"

"Yeah, I'll try," he repeated and grabbed her hand.

"Don't worry about it."

They smiled at each other.

There was a moment. One where Sebastian felt his heart seize in his chest, before restarting even faster. One where Santana could feel the pit in her stomach clench and choke her with butterflies. Sebastian stared in Santana's eyes and saw himself and saw just how happy he was and he knew that was because of her. Santana stared in Sebastian's eyes and saw herself and she felt on the brink of tears because she had never felt this way.

They stared, and both exhaled at the same time.

"I love you," Sebastian spoke.

"I love you, too," Santana replied.

They leaned in and kissed gently, pulling back only after a few seconds. Then, Santana got out of the car, grabbed her bags, and left with a small goodbye.

And Sebastian watched her walk away, smiling as she left.

And that, was that.


Sebastian, was just about to start his car, when something clicked in his brain.

He just told Santana Lopez he loved her.

He did love her. He knew he did. He could feel it. He wanted to be with her, he cared about her, he loved her in every way he could think.

Then why, exactly, did he just let her leave?

From what Sebastian remembered he had never been anything but fully and totally sexually attracted to her and every part of them was fire and hot. So why the hell didn't he kiss her the way he wanted to?

He looked to the airport entrance.

No way she walked that fast.

He opened the car door and ran out, running towards the sliding door and just as he did, he saw her heading straight for him. That made him smile.

She didn't hesitate to throw her arms around his neck and yank his head to her and press their lips together fiercely. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and kissed her back just as roughly. Their teeth clanged, they battled for dominance.

It was just like their first kiss.

He smiled at the thought and held her closer.

"Sorry," she mumbled against his lips after a moment. "I just couldn't believe I left like that and-"

"I know, I couldn't believe-"

"I love you."

"I love you, too, San."

And they kissed again.

And that, is that.

The End.

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