So, most of this is really fluffy, but a bit in, there will be tons of angst and sadness, so I apologize in advance. They're just one of my OTPs, so I couldn't not. Thanks and such, K.
"I can't believe you're such an asshole!"
"I can't believe you're such a bitch!"
"Get out of here, now!"
"Im happy to!"
How did they get this way? How did they end up at each other's throats every second they were together? Why did they stick around? Why did she care? Why the hell was she asking herself all these questions? They weren't like this before, no, Santana and Sebastian used to be so happy. Now, look at them, fighting over everything.
With a frustrated groan, Santana walked towards her book case, pulling out one of her many photo albums she had of her and him. She could tell who's this was immediately. Every picture was crooked and Sebastian's thumb took up nearly half of them. Thank god his phone had the front camera, or his profile picture on Facebook would be Santana and his hand. Tracing her fingertips over each piece of time, she grinned slightly. Each photo was a story, a memory she treasured.