A/N trigger warning
The day following her minor breakdown, Santana woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. She wasn't going to let old scars get her down. No, she was stronger than that. She was Santana. Queen Bitch.
She went about her morning routine as normal, taking care to put on her favorite suit and shoes that she bought specifically to intimidate the shit out of the lowly interns that worked at her office. Staring in the mirror, she gave herself her daily pep talk.
"You are Santana Lopez. You're fierce. Every puny human should feel lucky that you grace them with your presence. No one can push you around because you're better than them." She gave herself a quick once over, assessing her appearance. She had dressed herself in black, head to toe. Black was her power color, and damn she needed it after a day like yesterday. She grabbed her briefcase from it's perch and headed out the door.
"Knock 'em dead, Snix," a groggy Brittany called from the bedroom. Santana smiled.
"See ya later, Britt." Their traditional morning farewell. It had taken Brittany a while to get used to the idea of spending most of the day without the woman she had grown up with, but eventually she had grown accustomed to the idea.
xxx
After eating breakfast in the coffee shop next to their apartment (there was no way she allowed Brittany to cook her the most important meal of the day), Santana walked to work. It was only a few blocks away and her days of being a Cheerio had conditioned her for much worse than a few blocks in heels.
Besides, she had to keep her figure up somehow, it's not as though she had huge amounts of time to exercise now that she was spending all her free time with her girlfriend. She smiled at the thought, thoughts of Brittany always made her smile.
She arrived at her office right on time, getting in the elevator just as the doors were closing. Sure, she believed in exercising but there was no way anyone would want to walk up twenty floors everyday. No, she drew her line at stairs.
Stepping off the elevator at her floor, she immediately ran into her oldest friend at the firm: Morgan.
"Santana! Good Lord, the day is saved! I was worried that you weren't going to come in after how out of it you were yesterday!"
"Good morning to you too, Morgan," she replied as she made her way to her office, Morgan trailing after her, closing the door behind her.
"So did you and Britt have sexytimes last night?" Morgan asked, making herself more than comfortable. One of the downsides of being friends with Morgan, she was overly noisy. She didn't gossip, but horded information.
"No, just like you said, I was a bit out of it yesterday." Santana began to arrange the files on her desk.
"Oh come on, you've gotta give me more than that, you know I live on your sexcapades!" Morgan started pulling on her cherry hair in mild frustration.
"You just need to get some, Morgan, and soon, or you're going to drive me mad. Britt's and I's personal relationship is none of your business." Morgan pouted.
"Well, fine. If you won't tell me today, maybe you'll be in a more divulgent mood tomorrow." She stood up, flipping her hair, "I'll see you at lunch." Santana watched her walk out and shook her head, she often wondered why she was still friends with Morgan.
xxx
Every single day Santana and Morgan would meet up for lunch. When Brittany's lunch coincided with theirs, they walked the block to a bistro in between the office and the theatre and had lunch with her. Today was the latter.
"Maybe I should ask Britt about your sexytimes. I'm sure she wouldn't hold out on me," Morgan was saying as they were seated in their usual table in the back of the small restaurant.
"Oh please, if you asked Britt she would probably inadvertently ask you if you wanted a threesome."
"Nothing I would be opposed- holy balls that man is fine." Morgan stared at a tall figure that had just entered the bistro. Santana's breath caught in her chest. That he was. He had to be, as a celebrity and everything. She had almost forgotten how perfect his features were. "Is that Brittany with him?" Morgan asked in shock. The two approached their table.
"Hello, ladies," Sebastian interjected, "I hope you don't mind me joining you for lunch. I'm new in town and Brittany was so kind as to save me the toil of finding a place for lunch by myself."
"We only asked for a table for three," Santana spat, suddenly remembering her vow of hatred. The celebrity locked eyes with her for the first time in years.
"I'm sure I could scrounge up another chair, or if you'd prefer you could sit on my lap," Sebastian retorted smoothly, the other two missed the reference. Of course they would. Neither of them knew of the exploits of the two brunettes.
"Actually I'd prefer you were kneeling," she responded scathingly.
"Come on, Snix," Brittany said as she sat down next to her girlfriend, "Don't be so harsh on him, he's not our rival anymore. He's our friend! Right, Sebastian?"
"Best friends." Sebastian smirked as Brittany clapped in the excitement of gaining a new friend.
"Here's a chair for you, sir," a waiter said, placing a chair between Santana and Morgan's. Santana silently cursed the overly perceptive waiter. Even if he was the nicest waiter she had ever had. "Are you ready to order?"
As the group placed their lunch orders, Santana's eyes wandered onto Sebastian's body. What, she was allowed to look, wasn't she? The boy was fine, as Morgan had so eloquently put it. Especially in the ensemble he had put together today. Jeans so tight it was clear he had no intention of ever procreating... a gray shirt that hugged his arms in all the right place... a wonderfully fitted peacoat to protect him from the chilly December weather that he was certainly taking his time taking off...
"Like what you see?" Santana's eyes snapped up. The asshole was giving her that god forsaken smirk that he was so damn good at.
"I was just wondering why your stylists let your famous ass step out into the real world looking like such a prick," Santana retorted. Sebastian ignored her.
"So, when do I get to be introduced to this lovely woman." He turned to Morgan, who began to smile and giggle like a hyena.
"That's Morgan," Brittany offered cheerily, "She works at the law firm with Snix." The blond reached out and rubbed her girlfriend's arm. Sebastian looked rather impressed. A feature that rarely graced his face.
"You're a laywer? I would have pegged you more for an exotic dancer type, you have such a talent for that." Morgan gasped, she had never heard anyone talk to Santana like that.
"My skills aren't put to waste, I give Britt all the private shows she wants," Santana chided, not ruffled by the old insult.
"You should really dance for more people, Snix, I hate to think that I'm the only one who gets to see you're amazingness," Brittany said as the waiter served them their various soups and sandwiches. Eagerly, they all dug in to their food.
The rest of the meal passed in relative civility. By the end Santana had almost convinced herself that the celebrity, in all his Hollywood gallivantings, had forgotten about their high school tryst.
That is, until she found the note slipped in her purse.
She had made it back to the office and was feeling confidant that she had finally pushed her scars into the past. She just needed to find some chap stick, her lips felt like buckets of salt had been thrown on them, when she had discovered it.
your building's parking garage. 10pm.
No signature, no context. Just a place and time. Just like high school.
xxx
Santana had just finished dueling with the little bitch who had injured Blaine. She had won, fair and square. Easily, that warbler had nothing on her pipes. She was relishing in her victory and preparing to listen to Sebastian's confession when she felt the piece of paper, slipped into her bra. The sneaky bastard had slipped her a note!
Mickinley's back parking lot. 10pm.
Of course she had been curious. What could Sebastian want with her in a parking lot? They had met in a parking garage when he had slushied Blaine. Maybe he wanted to do something similar to her? But she could take care of herself way better than that hobbit. She decided to go.
xxx
"I see you got my message," came that silky voice from behind her. She turned on the spot. There he was, next to a terribly expensive looking car and still wearing his Dalton blazer. Seriously, did the Dalton boys sleep in those things?
"Either that or I've just happen to have some very important business in my school's parking back parking lot at 10 o'clock pm.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist coming," he said as he began to close the distance between them.
"I can resist all I want. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to make some sick profession of love after I killed you at the duel today." She was starting to become rather uncomfortable with his proximity, a new feeling for her- she had been to cheer camp after all, she had no semblance of personal space.
"I wouldn't say love," his hands trailed down her thigh, "we both know we're both hopelessly homosexual," his other hand pulled her hair away from her ear, "rather, a feeling of... lust." He ground out the last word in the way that made Santana's knees shake.
"I don't know if you're aware but I have a girlfriend-"
"Doesn't matter to me."
"-and I have no intention of cheating on her just because you have a craving for some lady flesh." She pushed him away from her roughly.
"Why not? I hear from the grapevine you've cheated on every boy you've ever been attached to. Why not give it a go? Is it because I'm gay? Because that would be fairly hypocritical of you."
"You know what, if you want to be a man whore, be my guest, but I'm not going to help you indulge in your weird fantasies." She started to walk away, "I hope I never see you again." Before she had gone two steps, she felt toned arms pulling her around and lips pressing into her neck. She groaned at the rough contact. She could never get Britt to be rough with her.
"It's not cheating if it's just physical," his voice rasped in her ear.
And with those words, he convinced her. She liked to think that it was her teenage hormones taking the reigns, but in all honesty, she wanted it. She wanted it bad.
xxx
Santana's eyes flickered open when her flashback ended. She had somehow gotten to her office floor. Thankfully, no one had come in and seen her breakdown. She took a steadying breath. She still regretted that night. And it still haunted her, but not nearly as much as what had happened after that night.
