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Yeah, I know. I should stop making new stories and finish the old ones. xD But that's not happening today!

TRIGGER WARNING for eating disorders and verbal abuse!

So, I hope you enjoy this story!

Chapter one.

"White chocolate mocha for Santana?" The barista called.

Santana smiled. "Thanks." She said as she grabbed it. She was so glad to have the warm drink in her hands, it was freezing outside and even though it was warm in the small coffee shop, she was still freezing.

"Honey, before you go. Can you give this coffee to that boy sitting over there?" She asked, pointing to a boy in a Dalton Academy blazer. "He came in and ordered it thirty minutes ago, but he never came and picked it up."

Santana nodded. "Yeah, sure." She said, picking up the other drink.

"Hey," she began, walking over to the boy. He was bent over with his head laying on his arms. "Hey, I've got your coffee."

"Mmm..." The boy protested, then looked up. "S'tana?" He asked.

Santana groaned. "Of course it's you." She sighed. "Enjoy your soy latte, Smythe. I hope they poisoned it." She spat, then began to walk away.

Sebastian grabbed her hand. "Please stay..." He begged, his words slurring slightly.

Santana pulled her hand away. "Don't touch me!" She told him. "I hope you rot in he-"

Sebastian began to sob. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad!" He cried, and even though he was obviously very drunk, every one of those words were clear as crystal.

Santana frowned, then hesitantly placed her hand on his back and patted it gently. "Are you okay?" She asked. "You're obviously drunk off your..." She stopped, Sebastian's crying had only become harder.

"Got drunk.. then in trouble with law..." He told her as she sat down beside him. "Dad sent me to a'merica... told to be good. But 'm not a good person..."

Santana stayed quiet as she tried to process what he was attempting to tell her. She wanted to agree, she couldn't remember one time Sebastian had said something kind. So she just patted his back instead.

She listened as Sebastian sobbed hysterically, she wondered if he was always a crybaby drunk. "So, soy latte?" She asked. "What's that about? The ones with real milk are so much better."

"Cause 'm fat." Sebastian mumbled, sitting up and looking Santana in the eye. "There's a reason I drink enough to puke..."

Santana's eyes widened. Sebastian was the opposite of fat, he was most likely underweight with how thin he looked. "Sebastian, you're not fat. And how long have you been making yourself throw up?" She asked.

"Never said that.." He said, his words running together. "And I'm fat. No denying it."

"You just di-" She stopped herself. Fighting with a drunk Sebastian Smythe might not be the best idea.. "Sebastian, who told you that you're fat?"

He looked down at the table. "Ma mère." He mumbled, making Santana sigh. She had forgotten that he was French, which wasn't great when she was only fluent in Spanish and English.

"English translation, Smythe?" She asked, a bit irritated that his drunk mind couldn't tell the difference between the two languages, or that she didn't have Google Translate on her.

"Mmmm?" Sebastian said, looking back at her. "Oh.. mom."

Santana sighed, at this point she couldn't tell if he was calling her mom, or if that was the translation. "Do you have a ride home?" She asked. "Or back to Dalton." She added quickly, she didn't know whether or not Sebastian boarded there.

"Nope." He told her, leaning back against the booth. "Dropped me off here because I wasn't worth it."

She frowned. "Who dropped you off?" She asked.

Sebastian shrugged drunkenly. "No one important." He told her. "Just my ex."

Santana nodded. "Okay, stand up. You're staying with me tonight, McCarthy." She said, then sighed. How did she always get roped into this kind of thing?

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