Damn.

Santana Lopez's definition is sex on legs. She clearly knows what she's got and she's shamelessly flaunting it. Sebastian thanks whatever higher being power is up there for giving her the idea to wear something other than her cheerleading uniform - granted, it does show off her figure but not like this. This outfit hugs her in all the right places, emphasizing every little detail but leaving just the right amount to imagination. It's all skintight black, oozing sleek sex appeal: it's fierce and it's one hundred percent Santana.

He, for some reason is unable to look away from her, completely...

Santana and Sebastian waited anxiously outside the choir room door.

The boy had agreed that he would try out for glee, and today would be his audition. Of course everyone already knew that the former rouxinol, toutinegra had joined McKinley. He was the most popular guy in the school at the moment, apparently he was hot and mysterious.

But, Santana knew the New Direction's past with Smythe wasn't a cheery one. All of them hated him, she knew that would be impossible to change. But, maybe her friends would accept her new boyfriend for her. That's what glee club was; accepting.

So as the two stood there, waiting...

Around half an hora had passed, and moonlight crept into the orderly room of Sebastian Smythe. He found himself getting drowsy, his eyelids weighing heavier as the minutos went by. The dia had been long, and the alcohol aided in his tiredness, as he flashed back to the prior events. The thrill of scoring all the goals in the playoff game, the pride in his grandmother's eyes, his father's scathing tone and now strangely laying in cama with a sworn enemy-all in a day's work, he presumed, as he shut his eyes in an effort to finally fall into slumber.

His attempts were foiled at the sound of Santana's...