A/N: This us just a little one shot for Sebtana. Please comment if there are other stories or fics y'all want to see! Hope its ok! BTW, Glee isn't mine.
Betrayals
Santana Lopez and Noah (Puck) Puckerman squeeze each other's hands nervously as they sit in their seats for Regionals. They are both hoping that their choreography as enough, not that it isn't good, it's amazing, but if they can pull it off or not. Santana did a lot of the choreography, along with Mike Chang and Brittany Pierce, and she's a hell of a dancer.
Ever since a little while, Santana has been dating a boy from an opposing team, Sebastian Smythe of the Dalton Academy Warblers. She met him when she visited Dalton to see her cousin Jeff Sterling, also a Warbler. She never spills anything, though, and does like to cheer on her cousin, his boyfriend, and their friends.
Puck is only one who knows about Santana and Sebastian, and he supports her, but has his fists ready in case he hurts her. Santana knows this, and is incredibly grateful for her best friend. They take their seats, and the Warblers are up first. Santana is ready to cheer on her friends in the Warblers, but one they start singing and dancing to Uptown Funk, she freezes. Those are her dance moves. Her music choices. No.
Then, Santana realizes everything. Why Sebastian never turned towards his house when he left hers. He was heading to Hunter' Clarington, his best friend's house to document and get all of her dance moves for the Warblers. Why he always asked her to dance for him, and never joined in. He was filming her routines. Why she was barred from Warblers practices, even with her oath. They were learning her moves. He used her. USED her. Just to beat her at Regionals. All this time.
Puck realizes this too, he sees the blazing fire in her eyes, and his grip on her hand and the armrest tightens. The rest of the New Directions recognize the dance moves, and they all scramble offstage as quickly as possible, meeting in the green room.
Before she leaves, Santana glances at the stage, and meets Sebastian's eyes, who's up front on the stage, and from the stage, he can see the hurt, the pain, and mostly, the anger and fire in her beautiful, dark, eyes. She turns away, and moves quickly away.
The green room quickly descends into chaos when they arrive, people are yelling, arguing, crying, before Santana decides that this won't help them win Regionals. She climbs onto a table and yells.
"CALLATE! Escucha! This is not going to help us win Regionals! We need to get new dance moves for our songs, now."
"But these songs won't work without the dancing! We need new songs too!" Rachel Berry sobs.
"Fine." Santana glances at Mike Chang, and he nods. "Ok. So, Mike, Britt and I have been working on something, and we'll take lead dancing on the group number. Hobbit, Bow-Tie, Frankenteen, Puckerman. Decide on a group number, something that we all would know, so no Broadway, please, for the love of J-Lo." They nod, and separate. "Wheezy, Rich Bitch, Girl Chang, Preggo, you guys work with Britt-Britt for choreographing the Troubletones number. Mike, work with everyone else for moves on the group number. I have a song idea for us girls and for the ballad, and no, Hobbit, you don't get to sing it. It doesn't go with your voice, and I have something I've been working on, and it's better than whatever Broadway thing you'll pull together. Now vamanos!"
Everyone ignores Santana's nicknames, nods, and splits off, and Santana's about to go over to the Troubletones when their coach, Mr. Schuester puts his hand on her shoulder. She looks at him, and he smiles and nods.
"Great job, Santana. You do know I believe in you. That was fantastic."
"Thanks Mr. Schue. Now we have work to do. Can you keep an eye on the performances for us?" He smiles and nods, and leaves the room. Santana hears the Warblers' other song, another one she mentioned, Stay, by Alessia Cara and Zedd. She glares at it, and turns off the speaker. Santana goes over to the girls, and tells them her song for the Troubletones. They all know it, despite it being not well known, and agree immediately, and Mercedes splits up parts while Brittany leads the girls in a simple, but impressive-looking routine. Santana goes around the room, checking in on everybody, making sure no one's doing anything stupid, and criticizing and adjusting things that need it.
Santana leaves Sam, whos a pretty good dancer, and some Troubletones backup girls, who are good dancers since their Cheerios, in change of their practices, and Mike, Santana and Brittany meet up, and discuss how they're going to pull of the routine they've been working on.
It involves Mike dancing with both girls at the same time, plus, the hardest move of all, having all three of them do an in sync, coordinated, graceful flip/twist/spin at the same time. They decide that they'll do it out there, but there's not really enough space in the room to practice, so they'll have to cross their fingers, and hope for the best.
"So what are you going to do for the ballad, San?" Brittany asks innocently.
"Something that basically sums up my emotions right now," Santana says, clenching her hands so she doesn't snap. Brittany accepts the answer, and they all go and do a run-through of what they can, the Troubletones number, and the backup dancing on the group number.
Santana pulls Tina, Brittany, and Quinn aside to explain her solo, and their backup parts, which they are more than willing to do. Then, the lights flash. They're up.
"Show circle!" Mr. Schue calls. Everyone gathers around, and looks at Santana. "I think this one should go to the person who helped us get this all together. The person who made sure we are going to win this thing. Santana!" Everyone looked at her, and she smiled.
"Well, first, thanks for not fighting with me during my bitch-rant, but Mr. Schue's right. We are going to win this thing. This Warblers don't stand a chance. Just remember: We deserve this. Ready?" Everyone cheers, and they all put their hands in.
"Amazing!"
Sebastian and the Warblers are in their seats. It's time for the New Directions to go. He saw the hurt in Santana's eyes when she saw the stolen choreography. Secretly, he hopes that they will pull it together. He doubts that they can win, he knows that that spot goes to the Warblers, but maybe they can get second?
The lights fade out, and everyone stops talking, waiting for the performance to start.
"We've got this in the bag. They probably don't have any choreography," Hunter says, and Sebastian can hear the smirk on his face. He regrets it. He regrets it all. He wishes that he didn't hurt Santana, he actually does like her, care about her, maybe even love her. But because of Hunter, and Regionals, he probably just threw all of that down the drain. Quite possibly, considering that this is Santana (Satan) Snixx Maria Diabla Lopez, forever.
Like Santana had told him, he recognized the Troubletones onstage, Santana in the front, flanked by two other girls, a tall, skinny blonde, and a dark-skinned brunette. Sebastian decided that he should expand his musical knowledge, because he didn't recognize the song they were singing, but the lyrics sounded like Santana chose them.
[Mercedes]
I can see your mouth move
But I don't hear the words
[Brittany]
And while you dig yourself a hole
You're burying me in the blur
[Santana]
I can taste the fake, the shame
I've heard this story before
[Quinn]
And while you dig yourself a hole
It's the same thing, different girl
Sebastian figured immediately that Santana picked the song, it seemed like something she would do, plus he was 99% sure the lyrics were directed to him. He was impressed though. That had choreography, and even though it wasn't extravagant, it was impressive, all the girls moving in sync, twirling and spinning to the music.
[Tina]
When I was building a home, you made a bed of your own
A perfect little life for three
[Santana]
But now your cover is blown, you get to be on your own
And find another stupid girl like me
[Santana, Mercedes, and Brittany]
So go out and party, cause I'm just getting started
And I'm dancing to a brand new beat
Cause you're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
You're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
So go out and party like you're not brokenhearted
Cause you'll always just be stuck on repeat
Cause you're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
You're just stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
Sebastian took a minute to examine the girls' dresses, more specifically, Santana. The black and gold dress contrasted perfectly with her skin tone, and the red underlayer peeked through when they twirled, making Santana look like some sort of hell angel. He chuckled to himself. Who ever thought the words 'angel' and 'Santana' would end up in the same sentence.
[Brittany]
I wanna know, was I the one
Or just the chick on the side?
[Santana]
I gave it all, broke down my walls
You dare say I didn't try
[Mercedes]
But you won't stop, stop telling me what
What you think I want to know
I'm rejecting the sight of you, deleting the thought of you
Record this, and watch me go
Sebastian glanced over at Hunter, who was smirking, but not as much as before, seeing the girls have good choreography. Sebastian assumed immediately that Santana was responsible. He "dated" her for long enough to recognize her work, and no one else could have gotten everyone to listen and learn the moves in less than an hour.
[Tina]
When I was building a home, you made a bed of your own
A perfect little life for three
[Santana]
But now your cover is blown, you get to be on your own
And find another stupid girl like me
Oh, yeah
[Santana, Mercedes and Brittany]
So go out and party, cause I'm just getting started
And I'm dancing to a brand new beat
Cause you're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
You're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
So go out and party like you're not brokenhearted
Cause you'll always just be stuck on repeat
Cause you're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
You're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
[All Troubletones]
Yeah, oh, oh
You're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
You're stuck on repeat
R-r-r-epeat
You're stuck on repeat, repeat, repeat
Oh, woah
Everyone is one their feet clapping, save the other show choirs, and Santana smiles as she takes her next position. The song, Repeat, by Jessie J, went well, and no one stumbled! In your faces, Warblers. Well, she is assuming that they're innocent, save Sebastian and Hunter, they probably introduced her ideas as their own.
The boys come on stage in black outfits and gold ties, to match the girls, and pair up, except Mike, who's with Brittany and Santana. Sebastian notices this, and thinks to himself no. it can't be. Are they-?
The move that they are planning is one of the most difficult moves ever, the last show choir that attempted it had all three dancers end up with broken arms.
The next song is lead by the boys, Usher and Pitbull's DJ Got us Fallin in Love. Finn Hudson, Blaine Anderson, Sam Evans, and Noah Puckerman on lead vocals. Each boy is dancing with a girl, except Mike, Santana and Brittany, who are dancing center stage, doing an extremely impressive routine of flips, twirls, and dips.
The audience cheers with excitement at the trio, and Sebastian sees Hunter clench his jaw, and he smirks to himself. Hunter is mad that this isn't affecting them like he'd thought. They have a guaranteed second place, for sure. They have the magic and power that is Satan, I guess. Blessed by the devil herself.
Then it comes time for the big move. Santana whispers to Mike and Brittany, "We've got this." That seems to give them energy and confidence, and they launch into the move, an intricate series of spins from the two girls, Mike supporting them, and then they jump. It seems like minutes that they're in the air, to Santana, but then she feels the ground under her feet, sees Mike and Brittany standing beside her, and hears the crowd going insane. They did it!
They remember to continue dancing, and in what seems like seconds, when the song wraps up, they take their assigned places in the formation. Every single person is on their feet, even the other choirs, for completing the flips. Sebastian glances over and sees Hunter frowning, but still standing and clapping. At least he still has a little bit of common sense and dignity.
"Did you know that she could do that?" Hunter whispers furiously to Sebastian, who shakes his head.
"No. I had honestly no idea."
Santana was supremely glad she had chosen to keep her dance practices secret from Sebastian, but not glad about all the other stuff she told him. Like the stuff about her family, her past, and all that . . . other stuff. She was holding her breath, just waiting for him to expose her, or at least using it as blackmail. Once the crowd finally dies down, everyone except Quinn, Brittany, Tina, and Santana exits, and the opening bars to Skyscraper, by Demi Lovato, play. Sebastian had started to wonder who was going to take the lead, but once he recognized the song, he knew Santana was singing. The song fit her too, in more ways than one.
[Santana]
Skies are crying, I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper
As the smoke clears
I awaken and untangle you from me
Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed?
All my windows still are broken, but I'm standing on my feet
She repeats the chorus, and the words strike true to Sebastian. He did tear her down, he used her, and tossed her aside, but she is stronger than that. She doesn't need him, he can't take what she loves away from her, dance.
To Sebastian, it seems that she's better than ever. Voice-wise, and dance-wise, at least. Sebastian hopes that she still does care about him, because he wasn't faking, but just made the mistake of following Hunter. She probably thinks it was all part of the scheme, though, he thinks sadly.
[Santana]
Go run, run, run
I'm gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear
Yeah, oh
Go run, run, run
Yeah, it's a long way down
But I am closer to the clouds up here
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper, oh oh
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper
On this note, she holds it, letting it extend for an extreme amount of time, letting her gorgeous voice soar across the room, reaching everybody, diving straight into Sebastian's heart. The girls behind her repeat the phrase twice before she's done. Once she's out of breath, for the last line, her voice softens, quiets, but keeping its tone perfect.
[Santana]
Like a skyscraper
Everyone's on their feet, applauding, cheering, and whistling wildly, and Santana smiles widely. Her first standing ovation in an official performance. She knows that she deserves it. She involuntarily glances towards the Warblers, Jeff whistles, Nick Duval, Jeff's boyfriend, winks, and the rest of them are just as happy for her, completely oblivious to all the things that Sebastian and Hunter were doing behind the scenes. She does glance at Sebastian, and he looks . . . proud. Proud of her.
He's smiling, but also looks sad. Maybe he regrets it? Maybe he wasn't pretending? A part of her mind says, but Santana shuts it down. She isn't planning on forgiving him for a while. And not without groveling and lots of gifts or sonething. She curtsies gracefully, and glides offstage, following the other girls, and jumps into Puck's arms.
"Congrats, Satan. That was amazing. We're totally gonna win this thing."
"Thanks, Puck. I hope so," Santana whispered to her best friend.
"Hope so? I know so. The way you took charge in the green room, the way you sang and danced, the way you helped everybody, it was amazing. So amazing, that I got it on tape."
"What?" Santana asked as they walked to meet up with the rest of the New Directions.
"Here." Puck places his phone in her hands, and she watches a video recording of everything that went down in the green room after they left the main auditorium. She smirks when it gets to the part with her yelling.
"Thanks Puck. Send it to me?" He shakes his head.
"You kidding? This is going directly onto Facebook!" Santana smiles and shakes her head and goes into the green room with Puck to find everyone else cheering. They all see her and start applauding.
"Santana, I'm really sorry for everything. We couldn't have done any of this without you, the songs, the choreography, getting our heads out of our asses, thank you." Santana partly couldn't believe that Rachel Berry was apologizing to her and complimenting her, but she smiled.
"Thanks Rachel. And I love you guys, you're my second family. We deserve this. Now let's go get that first place trophy!" They all cheer, and stampede out on stage with the Warblers and the Golden Goblets, who were close to terrible.
Santana takes her usual place in the back, but everyone pushes her to the front, and she clasps Puck and Brittany's hands as the judges come on stage.
"Third place in the Ohio Midwest Regionals Championship goes to . . . from Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow, the Golden Goblets!" Everyone else lets out a breath as the choir accepts their trophy and scampers offstage. Santana glances over and sees Sebastian close to the front, as well as Hunter. Of course. They got all the credit for the songs and dance routines anyways. Plus, Sebastian did have the lead on Stay.
"And first place goes to . . ."
Come on, tell us already! Santana thinks as Brittany squeezes her hand.
"From William McKinley High, the New Directions!" Confetti falls from the ceiling as the winning choir members jump up and hug each other. Puck holds Santana and picks her up, spinning her around, and Sebastian can't help but feel jealous. Are they together or something? He thinks as Hunter is handing the second place trophy. Hunter starts to move offstage, but all the other Warblers are going over to Santana, who just got released by Puck, and she gives them a congratulatory group hug, save, of course, Sebastian and Hunter, the former of whom is wishing that he could be in it, while the latter is looking on disgustedly.
Santana gives individual hugs to Jeff, Nick, Thad Harwood and Trent Nixon, and waves to them as they go offstage, then is swept into another hug from Mike Chang.
"We did it! We actually did it!" He cheers.
"I know! I can't believe it either!" They pull Brittany into the hug, and congratulate each other before separating, Brittany and Santana meeting up with their best friends Puck and Quinn, and Mike heading over to Sam, Mercedes, and Tina.
Rachel had received the trophy, and passed it around, but Santana beams when they all hand it to her. They move offstage and into their setup room, and all the couples break off for make-out sessions. Chang2, Samcedes, Finchel, Bartie, Klaine, and Quick split off, leaving Santana and Sugar the only ones left, but Sugar was too busy on her phone to pay much attention. Puck and Quinn came over to Santana, who was looking slightly sad.
"Hey. You ok?"
"I honestly thought he cared," Santana mumbled quietly.
"What?" Quinn said, confused. Puck knows what she is talking about, and loops an arm around her shoulders.
"Don't worry, Snixx. You'll find someone. It might be him, it might be someone else. Just keep your head up, and your sass strong." Santana chuckles.
"Thanks Puck."
"So, what did I miss?" Quinn asks.
"Can I tell her?" Puck asks. Santana nods. "So, a few weeks ago, Sebastian Smythe manipulated Santana into hanging out with him and pretended to be her boyfriend so he could get choreography and song ideas from her." Quinn put her hand over her mouth.
"Oh, Santana, that's awful! Did he find out anything . . . personal?" Santana nodded glumly, and the blonde hugged her tightly.
"Come on, Q. Don't ruin our Regionals win with my relationship shit."
"But-"
"No buts. Let's change. I think Hobbit's planning a sweet after party since her dads are out of town."
Quinn smiles, Puck smirks, and everyone breaks apart, and goes to change. Santana is the first one back, now in a much more comfortable outfit, consisting of ripped black jeans, a red t shirt with the Black Widow logo, and classic Adidas Superstars. Puck joins her a minute later in jeans, converse, a t shirt, and a leather jacket.
"You forgot this," he says to her, tossing her a similar black jacket.
"Thanks," Santana says, putting it on. Everyone else files in too, and we all load onto the bus, Mr. Schue taking careful precautions for transporting the trophy.
Instead of couple pairs like the ride there, Puck sits with the other guys, and Quinn, Britt and Santana sit together, and the other girls plus Kurt sit together, gossiping about who knows what.
They drive back to McKinley, and everyone cheers as a smiling Santana places the large trophy with the others in the case in the choir room. Then, everyone disperses to their cars to make their way to the Berry household for an after party. Per usual, and since she doesn't own a car, and her motorbike is at home, Santana hitches a ride with Puck and Sam, since the three of them live semi-close to each other.
"Oh, and San?" Puck said as they neared Hobbit's house.
"Yeah?"
"I heard that Berry invited the Warblers."
"Ok." Santana shrugs. "I'm friends with most of them, and I can get back at those two pendejos."
"Just wanted to make sure you were ok," Puck said, parking. He is used to Santana's swearing, even if he doesn't know what it means.
"Oh, I'll be fine. I'm just not so sure about them," the Latina said, smirking mischievously. Puck rolls his eyes, smiling, and the three of them get out of the car, and enter the house, and head to the basement, where a party is already in full swing. Santana notices that all of the Warblers are there, except they don't have their infamous uniforms on. Santana and Puck go over to where Jeff, Nick, Trent and Thad are talking, and they offer congratulations again.
"Thanks guys. You Blazer Boys were great too."
"Yeah, Sebastian and Hunter had a lot of great ideas," Thad said. Santana scowls to herself.
"What are you doing, Puck?" Santana turns to the mentioned boy, who is furiously typing on his phone.
"Facebook update. I promised on to all of my followers about Regionals."
"Oh, you didn't . . ."
"I so did." Then, every single person's phone dings.
"You really have a lot of followers, don't you?" Puck nods and smirks, and Santana and the other boys take out their phone. Puck's latest update is the full dish on Regionals, except Santana's name isn't mentioned, except in the video of her in the green room, and later stuff. Her name is kept out of the betrayal scandal, which she greatly appreciates. It's a full account of the adventures of the past few weeks, mostly Regionals.
All of the New Directions start asking each other if they were the one getting betrayed, and all the Warblers turned to Sebastian and Hunter, who were reading the post themselves, with dangerous looks.
"Wait . . . it was you, wasn't it?" Jeff asks Santana.
"What makes you say that?"
"Because outside of Warbler practice, I heard Hunter and Sebastian talking, and Sebastian would not shut up about you."
"Um . . . maybe."
"San-"
"Maybe I just wanted a boyfriend, ok? Maybe I just wanted someone to be there for me." Jeff pulled Santana into a hug, and she wiped a stray tear and hugged him back.
"I don't blame you. It makes sense. I should have known something was up. But, you can always come to me, you know that, right?" Santana nods.
"I only told Puck about it, and he knew right after I did that those moves were mine."
"I knew they seemed familiar. I'm so sorry Tana."
"We are too," the other boys chime in. "We had no idea."
"It's ok. I don't blame you. I blame Meerkat and Weasel over there."
"Speaking of them, we have to have a quick meeting," Wes said, coming over, a frown on his face. Santana let Jeff go, and Quinn and Brittany come over to her, and hugged her really tightly.
"QUinn told you, huh Britt?"
"Yeah. You could have told me in the beginning."
"I didn't know what to do, I've never had someone care about me like that before. Sorry."
"No apologies necessary. Now, can we focus back on this awesome party, the the fact that WE JUST WON REGIONALS!" Puck yells for everyone. All of the New Directions cheer, and resume their typical activities.
After a little while, the Warblers return, and smoothly join into the party, save Hunter, who's off sulking to the side, and Sebastian, who comes up behind Santana.
"Hey. Can we talk?" he asks. She spins around, and glares at him.
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because I have some things to say to you."
"FIne. But I'm not afraid, nor hesitant to go all Lima Heights."
"Gotcha."
Santana rolls her eyes, and follows Sebastian to the back yard.
"So?"
"I, um, wanted to apologize. What I did was really wrong-"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Please let me finish. I didn't expect you to tell me about you, or that you've never been in a real relationship-"
"Which still stands."
"But I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have used you." Santana starts laughing darkly, and Sebastian looks at her confused.
"Hah. I thought you were going to apologize for playing on my feelings, since apparently, I thought you were being honest. You didn't seem sorry for stealing what I love most, dancing and singing, so here I thought I was going to get an apology for you being a manipulative, emotionally-detached, pendejo." she said through her laughter. Then, she stopped laughing. "You probably know this, but I've never actually had someone care about me like that. I'm a bitch at McKinley, and a bitch at Dalton, so I guess this was to be expected. Everyone loves knocking the bitch down a peg or two." she mutters. Sebastian puts his hand on her shoulder, making her step back, out of his reach.
"Santana-"
"You know what, you actually helped me. I got a newfound respect and leadership in glee, I know now that I'm going to be single forever unless I change myself, and, most importantly, I know my best friends are there to catch me when a douchebag knocks me over. So, adios." Santana turns on her heel after her rant, and walks towards the house.
"I do care about you," Sebastian says softly. Santana hears it and freezes.
"What?"
"I said that I do care about you. I wasn't just going to apologize for caring about you. I thought that's what you wanted. I wasn't faking caring about you, I do like you. A lot."
"Well that makes it worse. Having someone then them betraying you just to win. How do you think I feel about that? Since I thought it was real the whole time?!"
"You-you did?"
"Yeah. I thought you were someone that understood what I was going through. What I was feeling. I opened up to you because I thought you got it. But I guess you either decided that I'm not as important as winning, or you realized that you don't actually care like that." With that, she ran inside, leaving Sebastian alone on the grass, thinking about what she just said.
Santana went straight to the bathroom, she was crying. Once Sebastian told her that he does care about her, she realizes that she did care about him, maybe still does. Her emotions are a mess right now, so she cleans up and heads back to the party, and joins up with Quinn, who's watching Puck engage in a drinking game with some Warblers, and Sam and Blaine.
The blonde looks at her, asking with her eyes what happened outside and if Santana's ok. Santana silently responds that she'll update them all later, and the two grab a shared plate of snacks and sit down in a corner.
Sebastian comes in a minute later, looking kinda miserable. Hunter approaches him, but Sebastian wants nothing to do with him anymore.
"Hey," Hunter says. Sebastian pointedly ignores him, and starts to walk away from him, which only angers Hunter. "Hey! What's your problem?!" Sebastian whirls around to face him.
"What's my problem? What's your problem? I just made an ass of myself thanks to you, and in front of someone that I frankly, really like. That's my problem." Hunter frowns, but Sebastian isn't done yet. "I'm done with you. You might have just ruined something good to happen to me, for once. Goodbye, Hunter." With that, Sebastian stalks away, to another area in the room, and Hunter huffs, and leaves the party. No one notices this, or at least, no one cares that he left.
Santana and Quinn overhear their conversation, and then Quinn demands updates on what happened outside. With a sigh, Santana recounts their conversation, and Quinn gasps.
"OMG! He actually likes you! Why are you so mad at him?"
"Because even if he did actually like me, he liked winning more, and didn't care about using me to win," Santana spits bitterly. Quinn places her hand on her friends shoulder, and drops the subject.
The next day, the Warblers are invited to McKinley to ensure no hard feelings after Regionals. A bunch of people perform, and Santana refuses to even look at Sebastian until it is her turn.
She gets up onstage, along with Quinn and Brittany for backup, and launches into Fighter, by Christina Aguilera, dancing and singing powerfully. When she finishes, everyone stands and applauds, and Sebastian looks on wistfully. He misses her. And he's going to do everything he can to get her back.
A/N: Commebt and review plz if you liked it! Thanks!
