A/N: Post 4x16 & pre AU Sebtana as roomies photoset (colferslea*tumblr*com/post/44540337984/au-sebastian-and-santana-move-in-together). I'm not used to writing Santana and Sebtana interaction so yeaahh, a bit pathetic.
The crisp evening air seeped into her jacket and Santana instinctively wrapped it tighter around her to ward off the cold. How she ended up on a bench in Central Park from Bushwick is still a mystery, but she's decided she'll figure that out once she has a roof over her head. She still couldn't understand what the big deal was with being straight-up honest with Hummel and Berry. She had known them for years, been there for them and this is how they repay her? She was just looking out for them but clearly plastic face meant more to them than her. Getting tossed aside for some inflatable doll. Awesome! Can tonight get any worse?
"Shaqueera?"
Santana froze at the familiar voice, a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold passing through her. Great! Clearly the universe hated her. Not only was she homeless, she had to deal with bitchlet. Of all people. Of all places.
"Fivel." She snapped back, crossing her arms and legs as she leaned back on the bench and stared Sebastian down.
"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I'm surprised to see you here."
"So am I. Aren't you still senior at that pretentious lame ass school of yours? What are you doing here?"
"I got early acceptance to Columbia. After Sectionals, I visited. Then the drug scandal happened and my dad felt it best that I stay here until it blows over. I don't really need to go back until April." Sebastian finished with a shrug. "You?"
"Got kicked out by Lady Hummel and Barbra. It isn't my fault they were living with a drug-dealing plastic mannequin. If they can't appreciate me looking out for them, whatever."
"So you're homeless." He stated more than asked, glancing and eyes lingering on her bag and the pillows beside her.
"Stop being judge-y." Rolling her eyes at him.
"If you want, you can crash at my place." Sebastian offered rather unsurely. It seemed the hesitation was more on how she'd react than his want to offer her a place to stay. Her confusion must have registered to him because he added, "Upper West Side. I play nice now."
"Upper West Side?" She scoffed.
"Wanted somewhere near the park. Lucky you. Hell of an upgrade from Bushwick."
"I don't need your pity." Santana said glaring at a spot above Sebastian's shoulder. Who was this guy? The smirky meerkat she was used too would have laughed at her misery. What is in the New York air? Hummel and Berry (her 'friends') kicked her out and Smythe was offering her a place to crash.
"Pity? For you? Don't flatter yourself. I'm sure New York's big enough for another homeless person." There's the asshole she remembers.
"Do I end up dead by the morning?" She asked with narrowed eyes, earning a laugh from him as a response. They are alike enough for him to understand that is the closest thing she'll come to accepting his offer. He grabbed the pillows and comforter and walked off without even a glance to check if she was following.
"Hey! I stole those." Santana called out, grabbing her suitcase and chasing after Sebastian.
So maybe the universe didn't hate her that much.
I would give anything for this to be a s5 storyline. ANYTHING.
