A/N: So, I've finally made the first chapter to a Santastian/ Sebtana fanfic, it's not really my lane, but, it's actually kinda sweet. It's not really based off of Sebastian's character so he's a lot more likable. Don't forget to send in reviews ;) I'll update as soon as I can.

Song for the chapter: In My Veins by Andrew Belle

The persistent ring of the doorbell stung at Sebastian Smythe's ears startling him out of a peaceful slumber. He'd been working till the early hours of the morning, memorizing an entire manuscript for the next day's auditions.

"Blainneeee…" he murmered half asleep, "someone…the door", half his words were incomprehensible as he half-heartedly called for his roomie to get the door. When the ringing only continued to blare through his condo he finally came to a realization that Blaine was away in Ohio for a week visiting his family.

He got up groggily ready to treat whoever was out there with a cold slushie topped with extra rock salt. Sure, he may have moved on from his childish ways in high school, but that didn't mean that he didn't like to imagine the satisfaction of treating another brat with a slushie facial.

Rubbing wildly at his eyes, he groaned and mumbled, still missing the comfort of the pillow he slept on. Dragging himself towards the front door was a difficult task; Sebastian edged his way to the entrance of his home tripping over every new piece of furniture Blaine insisted on buying at IKEA.

Sebastian was well aware of how he looked, hair tousled, half asleep only clad in black shorts and he was not a happy camper to be woken up before dawn.

It was probably some Junkie anyways asking to sell weed brownies, or better yet, one of Blaine's exes weeping at their doorstep at 2 am in the night. When he finally opened the door ready to give them an earful, he didn't see anyone at first and just as Seb got ready to go bat-shit crazy on whichever prankster was out there he heard a noise that made his heart clench.

A small sob came from near his feet. There, curled up in a ball at his doorstep was a girl who he had never expected to see again and most certainly not in a fragile or as broken a state as she appeared to be in… Sebastian was no longer half asleep; he stood bolt upright, a spark of adrenaline and recognition sweeping through him.

"S-Santana?" He stammered as he fought the urge to pinch himself. The girl looked up from where she sat bawling her eyes out, letting out these adorable sniffles. After regaining his composure it only took a minute for him to crouch down and pull her into a tight hug.

His shocked expression did little to hide his surprise and concern. Only around five years ago they had stood in the Dalton auditorium yelling at each other with the venom of two cobras, and now here she was sinking into the warmth of his embrace…

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There was so much that had gone unsaid between them; their last meeting in High school was not the one he had wanted to have. It had been right after he slushied Blaine in the face, and Santana had gathered up all her courage to tell him off. She berated him about hurting Blaine, calling him a list of unpleasant names, just your average Lopez verbal freight train, of course.

However young Sebastian, being the impatient and shallow tempered dick he was, he had yelled back with all his spite, he snapped at her, not because he hated her but because he was under the strain of guiding the Warblers to yet another championship and Blaine; well he was just another distraction. It ended just like that, the foundations of what could have been a killer love story, right there in hall of Dalton Academy...

Seb never heard from her again. He never regretted anything in his life as much as that day, he thought she was amazing, not even a guy at Dalton had the balls to speak to him like that. He secretly loved how fiercely protective she had been of her friend.

Sebastian made sure he saw her sooner though; Blaine and him made up for their differences, became best friends even, and it gave him the excuse he needed to see her again.

He snuck into glee club rehearsals to watch S- Blaine… and he sat in the audience of every show choir competition, his face lighting up when she nailed a solo, his fist pumping in the air when the New Directions won and as she smiled making his heart flutter.

But time went by, and she didn't confront him, or joke with him or even yell at him only snuck dirty looks at him- or made him feel like she saw right through him.

Distance closed in on them fast, and soon enough he could even be in the same room as her not very subtly glancing in her direction but Santana wouldn't even bat an eyelash. It was on their fourth regional's competition, senior year, when he thought to himself that he'd finally make peace with their feelings and tell her how he felt and how much he hated the tension between them. He'd even hoped that she would be paying attention to him when he sang to her on the night of his last competition, his eyes trained on her the whole performance, singing his heart out to an Andrew Belle song, for a girl he knew he couldn't have.

He was struck with a feeling that made him sick to his stomach later that evening when he found out the New Directions won, the kind of thing that made him rethink his entire evening for one... It was not because of the trophy or the happy looks on their faces but the way Santana reacted to the news. She had reached out for Brittany, her best friend, and kissed her contentedly in front of everyone. The sight of them hugging and holding hands had been reason enough for Smythe to turn and run the other way.

By the time college came around, Sebastian wasted no time on moving on, he was eager and maybe even elated when he got a scholarship to NYADA. He had just the right excuse to leave his past behind, so he lost himself in his auditions, worked to the bone on getting his career secure and surrounded himself with friends who were better influences on him.

Blaine and him moved into a condo not too far away, both of them were way past their bad blood. Blaine didn't want to linger on it not matter how many times he apologized. I guess he still had some left over guilt from how it was because of him that things between him and Santana had gotten ugly, even though it wasn't his fault.

They never talked about it. Any mention of their glee clubs would hang like dead silence in the air so both Blaine and Sebastian stuck to conversations about sports and college. She became a memory, a blunt edged reminder of his past.

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