Lima, Ohio, that's where it all began for Santana, Kurt and Rachel. They'd all graduated 6 months ago and relocated to New York, but it was the Regional's time and they were back in Lima to support their friends and their teacher, mentor and friend Mr Schuester, the man that believed in all of them, the man who injected the confidence in them to become whatever they wanted, the man who was always there for them in a time of need. He wasn't a teacher to them but was like a father figure to them, the only teacher in the school that had belief in them and because of that they were truly grateful.

The Regional's weren't until Saturday night and was located in the McKinley High School auditorium so the New Directions had home advantage this year, and the line up for them this year was their usual enemies The Dalton Academy Warbler's with their captain the one and only Sebastian Smythe. But this year the other competition was the Vocal Chords from Greenville High School, they weren't the best competition for them to have as they were a bunch of old fashioned choir which old fashioned songs and clothing.

Santana walked through the main doors of the Lima Bean, a regular place from the past wearing a blue body con dress that hugged her petite figure and a pair of black heels. She slowly made her way towards the long queue with her arms folded across her chest as she took in the familiar surroundings. All of the memories flooded back to her from her time at McKinley High School where she would come here with her fellow New Directions for a cup of coffee after a hard days work in school, but also a hard days work of dealing with the annoying high school Rachel Berry. She remembered the time where had a confrontation with the annoying but very attractive Sebastian Smythe about the whole Michael Jackson situation, the way that she stood up to him in front of all of the New Directions but then having him put her down because of his big money talk, something that she could never use. Santana was so much caught up in her thoughts she hadn't realised that the queue had quickly dwindled down and there was only one person standing in front of her. She was soon snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of a clearing of the throat, she shook her head and turned her gaze to the college student standing behind the bar wearing a Lima Bean uniform, a yellow shirt with a green apron with the Lima Bean logo placed on the centre of the apron. Santana took a step towards her and cleared her throat also.

"A Americano to go," she ordered. The girl behind the counter punched into the cash register her order and her dull eyes turned towards Santana.

"$3.50," the girl asked her dully. Santana reached into her purse and pulled out a five dollar bill, she handed it over to the girl who snatched it off her and punched in the amount of money into the cash register to which the register opened and she placed the money into the cash register, pulling out the change and slamming the cash register and slammed the money down on the counter before turning on her heels to make her order. Santana frowned and shook her head, she couldn't even be bothered arguing with her because she knew that if she did she would get something that she didn't order as she was too used to doing the same with the customers in the diner. After waiting five minutes for her coffee, she grabbed the cup as it was slammed down on the counter, she rolled her eyes and turned on her heels as she started to walk towards the door to leave the Lima Bean when she was stopped in her tracks at the sight of an individual that was so used to seeing in there.

Sebastian Smythe.

He sat at a table with his usual takeaway coffee cup on the table with two books placed open on the table, one book being his notepad that he was writing into and the other a historical book. She rolled her eyes and smirked to herself. The one thing that she missed doing was taunting people and with Sebastian being her sworn enemy back in high school this gave her a chance to make up for lost time. She made her way over to him with her black high heels clicking on the light wooden flooring underneath her feet. She stood over him with her left hand on her hip, her right hand holding the cup of coffee.

"Even after six months," she taunted him, "You're still here. I see things don't seem to change."

"And I see your back in town," Sebastian replied without looking up from his book, "Let me guess, New York wasn't working out for you."

"Actually," she replied harshly, "Not that it has anything to do with you, I'm actually back here to support my fellow New Directions."

"And you say that I haven't changed," he responded sarcastically as he rolled his eyes at her.

"So," she rolled her eyes, "I see that you're up against them again this year. Prepared to get your asses whooped again?" She smirked smugly at him as she tapped her long red nails against her hip.

"Not likely," he responded, "Especially with that freak show you call a show choir."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" She snarled at him.

"It's supposed to mean exactly that," he replied harshly as his eyes finally looked up from the book and gazed at her. He threw his pen down onto the book and folded his arms across his chest, he leaned back into the chair and flashed a smug smirk at her. "Because let's face it, you weren't exactly the best and they replace you, Streisand, Betty White, Jailbird, Preggers, the girl that was named after a car, that Asian kid that nobody knows the name of, and the late Finn Hudson, which I don't have a nickname for because that would just be cruel, with more losers."

"I'll let you know," she pointed at him, "They're all pretty talented kids, that Marley Rose is another Rachel Berry, not as good as her I might add, but still another version of her."

"Sure," he nodded smugly, "If you say so."

"Oh my god," she laughed, "You're only saying this because you're scared of them. You're actually threatened by them because the New Directions have beat you straight out every year."

"Because you had Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson," he insisted, "And they had you and that girl who was named after a car, Mercedes, you all had talent. Now," he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not so sure."

"Did you just say that I had talent?" She asked him in shock.

"Yeah," he nodded, "Are you actually shocked that I would say that?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "Because you and I aren't the closest of people. Actually, you and I hate one another, we never have got on with one another, well, other than that time that we agreed on something when it came to Karofsky but other than that, we've never agreed on anything."

"Maybe not," he agreed, "But we actually agree on this one, we both know that we're both talented and we're not ashamed to admit it."

"Right," she nodded in disappointment. She glanced to the window with emotion building up in her eyes, "Well," she muttered, "I better go, because I don't want to be around you any longer."

Sebastian frowned and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, "Are you okay?" He asked her curiously.

"Of course I am," she replied with a hint of emotion in her voice. She swallowed a large lump building up in her throat. "I'm just gonna head off." She turned on her heels and slowly walked towards the main entrance. "The New Directions are gonna kick your ass tomorrow," she called before pushing open the door of the Lima Bean and swiftly leaving through the door. Still frowning at her, Sebastian looked down at his books before slamming them shut and shoving them quickly into his black, leather satchel. He flung the satchel over his shoulder and grabbed his cup of coffee before standing up from his chair and heading quickly out of the Lima Bean.

Santana walked as quickly as her heels could allow her to go down the sidewalk as she headed back to her childhood/teenage home, but being in high heels this wasn't a very fast pace. Tears started to build up in her eyes as she thought about the past, the words of Sebastian had gotten to her, not because they were horrible and insulting but because they were sweet and honest. They were words that she never expected to come from his mouth, especially with him being the male version of her. It made her realise that her dream was slowly deteriorating and she wasn't gonna be getting the chance of becoming famous any time soon, her young life had been wasted and she could've been doing something better for her life like still studying at college but no, she gave it all up to become famous and she was now realising that it wasn't the best thing that she'd ever done. A tear slowly escaped from her eyes and slowly trickled down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand and with a sniffle she closed her eyes and held back her tears. Her eyes soon shot open with the sound of Sebastian's voice coming from behind her.

"Santana!" He called, "Santana, wait up!" With his long strides he finally caught up with her and stepped in front of her causing her to stop in her tracks. Her gaze turned down to the ground not wanting him to see her in the state that she was in, she was an emotional wreck and that wasn't Santana, she was supposed to be the strong one, just like him.

"What do you want?" She asked him with disinterest.

"Are you okay?" He asked her with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yeah," she shrugged her shoulders weakly, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just don't seem yourself," he replied, "Usually you would've snapped at me and we would be having this massive fight. That was our thing because we're exactly the same people."

"No," she snapped at him as she snapped her head up to look at him, "We're nothing alike. You have money and you have your life planned out in front of you!" She shook her head and looked away from him, "Just leave me alone." She took a step to the side and walked ahead as she knocked him off balance slightly knocking her shoulder against his arm. Sebastian turned around and watched her walk off into the distance, his eyebrows knitted together with confusion. He had no idea what was going on but he knew that there was something different about Santana, she wasn't the same person that she was in high school, the one who was confident within herself, the one that always used her Lima Heights threats. Ever since Karofsky tried to kill himself last year Sebastian wasn't the same guy that he once was, his bullying days were over but he did enjoy the occasional fight with Santana, but this time he wanted to find out what was wrong with her and he wasn't going to stop until she opened up to him.