A/N: Firstly, I don't own Glee or any of the characters in this story.
Phew, got that out the way.
I first want to say that I never do this, I mean never. Normally I pre-write multichap fics because I don't like the pressure of writing when people are waiting. But I'm just so, so excited about this story that I want you all to be able to read it asap :)
I've written a few chaps already, but please don't hate me if I'm slow or don't get around to writing very fast. I'm meant to be doing school work at the same time!
However, I hope you like this as much as I do. The idea came to me from one small action and I ran with it.
Please review - they mean the world to me :)
And most of all, enjoy.
Santana Lopez was in a bad mood. In fact, she had been in a perpetually bad mood for the past month but today it seemed to be heightened. It had started about five and a half weeks ago when her girlfriend Brittany had decided that there was no such thing as sexuality and had run off with her dance partner, leaving Santana with an empty flat and a broken heart. She had thought that a few rebounds would fill the aching gap but none of them had satisfied her in the same way as Brittany, and this had only added to her bad mood.
Further to that, she was under a lot of pressure at work. Running a successful PR company in New York City was no easy feat – her clients were constantly calling her for advice and demanding her attention. But, she had paved her way, and even despite all the pressure, she was happy in her job. Yes, it was demanding, but someone had once told her there was no point in doing anything if it wasn't worth the effort. And she had certainly put in enough effort over the years. Unlike Brittany, she thought cruelly and viciously, who had literally danced out of college straight onto the stage.
Thinking about Brittany only made her angrier; add that to the fact that she was late for an important meeting and her coffee was late, Santana was at the point of killing someone. Finally, she was handed her latte, barked a 'thank you' and stormed out onto the streets of New York.
Suddenly her phone rang and she knew it would be a client, or her assistant complaining that she was late. She cursed under her breath and opened her handbag with the same hand as she held it, diving her head inside it. She attempted to multi-task walking, holding her coffee and rooting for her ringing phone.
"Joder, ¿donde, donde, donde?" She cursed angrily in rapid Spanish. She always seemed to divert to her native tongue when she was particularly emotional, even if she didn't realise it.
Without warning, she collided with someone, spilling coffee all down her cream blouse.
"¡Pinche idiota!" She roared, pulling her head out her bag. "Can't you look where you're going?"
She glanced up at the pendejo who had got in her way and her stomach nearly dropped out of her body.
"Hello to you too, Santana." Sebastian Smythe was smirking down at her.
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He was just the same as she remembered. His bronze hair was still perfectly quaffed, as though he had had it cemented in place since he had exited the womb, his dark green eyes still flashed daringly as she caught them. And he was still insatiably self-confident, and every bit as attractive as he had been in high school.
The last time she had seen him had been their Regional competition of Senior Year, shortly after Dave's attempted suicide. Sebastian had been there, cheering as she sang her way through the Kelly Clarkson number with the Troubletones. Mr Shue had been right when he said that some songs would be harder to remember than others, but that one had always stuck out to her. Maybe it was because of the way it empowered her as she thought of Dave on stage; maybe it was the way Sebastian had held her gaze and seemed to smile only for her.
Not a month before, everything had changed between them. It was just meant to be another showdown, Santana v. Everyone Else. She was meant to go to Dalton, take out their lead with her vicious tongue and winning vocals and then leave. She did not expect in a million years to end up kissing him.
The song had finished, they were staring each other out and then, without warning, he was crashing his mouth onto hers, dragging her head up to meet his lips, ravishing her mouth with his tongue. She had been primarily taken aback, but at the same time, intrigued and excited. He had made her feel exhilarated and dangerous and alive, in comparison to the 'sweet lady kisses' she got from her girlfriend.
She had left Dalton Academy feeling confused, her lips still tingling in his memory. She tried to focus on the road, but his voice was pounding in her ears, 'Annie, are you okay?' repeating over and over. His smirking face swam before her and for the first time she found herself seeing a playful grin rather than a conceited sneer. Her phone lit up.
Let's do it again sometime. S x
She had tried to push him out of her brain, but he was always there and there he was, watching her perform with such pride and joy in his eyes. But once Regionals was over, before she even had a chance to commiserate his loss with sincerity, she had been swept up into the Finchel wedding and he had slipped out of McKinley and was never seen again.
She'd heard rumours over the years: that he'd been kicked out of Dalton Academy for sleeping with all the Warblers and causing a public brawl, that he'd gone to L.A in search of fame and fortune or that he was in jail for masturbating in public. But the place she least expected to see him was in New York City, on a crowded street, smirking down at her as coffee dripped through chiffon blouse.
"Aren't you going to say hello back?"
Hope you like! R/R!
As for the Spanish, in case you weren't sure:
Joder - fuck
Donde - where
Pinche idiota - fuckin' idiot
Pendejo - jackass
Aside from all my Spanish profanity, hope this is something you enjoyed and would like to continue to read. Let me know: