Chapter ONE: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

I stood in the dark, empty, chair filled room staring into thin air.

Only one emotion clouded my usually present self-confidence:

Confusion.

I was confused about several things.

I was confused about the warmth I felt spread through my body when she stared at my lips.

I was confused about the urge I felt to push my lips against hers.

I was confused about why I felt my сердце literally ripping apart at the sight of her scurrying away, leaving me behind.

The only thing I could see was a replay of how the beautiful Latina's face looked like when her brown eyes bore into my...

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 Бабочки but it was too damn scary to admit.

Dios mío, Santana! I mentally screamed at myself, what's wrong with you? Ты shouldn't be thinking about meerkat face,...

PROLOGUE

Butterflies.
That's what I felt fluttering around in my stomach.

Butterflies? Seriously, Santana? I wanted to kick myself so badly.

I had walked in here so confidently with my head held high and

in a sexy black dress I had tossed in the back of my closet and little black booties, not really thinking that something like this could happen.

Then, I saw him walk into the room with the other Warblers and when his eyes fell on me a smug look started to plaster on his face…

and I wanted to slap it off so badly.

"Hey, Andrew McCarthey!" I called out, walking across the chair filled room.

He just...

"I don't want to discuss this with you." Santana sniffed disdainfully. "Your seed has already made me lose my girlfriend. I have no interest in losing my reputation, my life, или my figure along with it." Santana attempted to be strong, but tears slipped anyway.

"No Santana! No еще crying! We made a mistake and we have to deal with it." Sebastian quieted down at the end of the sentence, aware of the curious stares they were getting. "This is a life Ты want to get rid of. For what? The sake of your figure." Sebastian's voice let her know exactly how he felt about that.

"What the fuck? Do you...