After getting back to reality, Santana wanted to get out of there as soon as she could. Turning around, she started walking away to where she had come from. She didn't feel like talking and the guy made her feel something in the pit of her stomach she couldn't put her finger on and tell what it was, she was probably getting sick.

"Hey, you don't have to go!" She heard the guy's voice saying and stopped in her tracks once again. His voice was soft but with enough power to send chills down her spine. "You probably came here for a little bit of air-" How did he even knew that? "-and I promise I don't bite"

"I don't really feel like sitting outside with someone I don't even know the name of, I will prefer to go back and strangle myself with my pillow." And there it was, her shield, her sarcasm was her only defense.

She was expecting the guy to back off and probably think that she was not worth it to talk to, too drama or something like that. He was even expecting the guy to insult her.

What she was not expecting was the smile he gave her, his eyes didn't lose the spark she saw in them the first moment she noticed him.

"You have a point there. I'm Sebastian Smythe." The guy with the magical eyes said extending his hand, which she did not take "No? Okay, then…" He retracted his hand and looked at her. She could tell he was feeling uncomfortable and that was almost good enough to make her smile, she was proud of the power she had grown to have after all the ways people made her feel like she was an ant and they were giants.

"Well, as much as this little chat made me feel all bubbly inside, I prefer to go back to the dark room down the hallway." Santana said with a tiny smile and turned around once again. The guy was handsome, she couldn't deny that but she didn't like guys in general, the only exceptions were her father and her brother because they didn't judge her and every time she met a guy, they looked at her with those eyes full of judgement and she couldn't stand it. Well, she couldn't tell if the guy had looked at her like that, her bet was probably not because he didn't even look at her that much, but still. He was a guy and guys meant all kind of relationships, including love, and love was not her cup of tea.

"Wait!" Santana stopped walking but didn't turn around. She had to admit, the guy was persistent. "I don't think you should go, you came here and I don't think I have the right to be the one thing that makes you leave."

Santana sighed and tried really hard not to break. He was being a sweet guy and actually trying to make her stay, the reason, she could not tell but he was being a gentleman. She had thought those were already extinct.

"Why do you want me to stay?" She asked, almost whispered to him.

She couldn't see his face because she was still with her back to him but she felt the air between them get tense, she was holding her breath and Sebastian was doing it as well.

To be fair, he couldn't actually answer that because he himself didn't know that. All he could say was that when he first saw her, his world stopped, his breath got caught into his throat and he felt all that things that people say you feel when you find the love of your life. It was cheesy and probably, really stupid but it was the truth. And no, it haven't happened to him before, actually, he really hadn't had that much of crushes in his whole life, maybe two or three, but he had never felt something as strong as he was feeling with the only fact of standing in front of her.

The only thing he wanted was to know her, to at least get her name so he could imagine what their kids names would be… No, scratch that, that was just creepy.

"I don't know." He was being honest, and he was hoping she would not walk away from him like that. Sure, they were in the same clinic, as it seems, and he was 100% sure she wasn't a nurse, but it felt like destiny to found her in the middle of the night, out under the full moon, only the two of them.

Call him a hopeless romantic.

He always dreamt of having the kind of love his parents had. It was his dream and he was not letting it go now or ever.

"Well, that explains nothing." Santana said, finally turning around, crossing her arms over her chest. "Thank you for your time, Smythe, but this girl doesn't have time to stay outside with someone like you."

Sebastian snorted at her comment, she was beautiful but if she was like this all the time, he knew he was getting into a dangerous territory.

"Really? And what kind of person am I?"

Santana smirked and walked closer to where he was, looking directly in his eyes and rounding him like he was her prey and she was the lion.

"Well, you look like the kind of guy that likes to confuse girls, acting all innocent and sweet when you are probably an idiot like every other guy. Looking at you, I can tell you probably come from a rich family, your dad was always telling you that you will be big like he is and your mom was so proud of you, she did everything for you, even wash your filthy underwear. You grew up in one of those neighborhoods that people like me have only seen in movies, with the mansions and pools all around. In school, you were so popular; you had good grades and probably played a sport. Teachers loved you, boys wanted to be you and girls wanted to be with you, but you didn't like your life, no, it was not good enough; and even when you had possible all the things that a normal person will like, you felt empty. You are probably here for depression or something like that and you still think your life sucks that much but you are trying to get over it so you can go back to the neighborhood full of fake smiles and big houses. Your mom will be delighted to see you and your dad will still be the old man with lots of money ready to waste on his son." Santana ended in front of him with a smile on her face. People like him, made him sick. Rich people that had everything and thought their lives were the worst. Maybe they should travel to Africa to see what a tough live really is.

Sebastian looked at her, trying hard not to look as speechless as he actually was, and smiled, but it was not the sweet smile he gave her at first, this was his fake smile.

"Actually, my parents died in a car accident 4 years ago. And I'm here just like you, I don't know your reasons and you don't know mine; but you wouldn't care, after all, you look like you had figured it all out about me by now. Goodnight." Sebastian said, feeling self-conscious. He didn't like to remember the pain that he felt when they told him his daddy and mommy weren't here anymore. He didn't like to remember how he had to tell his little sister, of only 3 years old, that mama and papa were gone, how she couldn't understand what was happening but she still screamed for them to come back. He had moved with his grandma and it was nice, but it didn't feel complete, it didn't feel like before. His little sister, because she was very young, didn't remember much about them but he promised himself he will not let her forget them. He used to tell her stories about them before she went to sleep, she was the only thing he had left about them and he was not going to leave her alone.

Now, right there, Santana felt like the biggest douche on the planet. He didn't hate him, he hated herself for making feel bad. He didn't even knew the guy but he didn't deserve what she said to him, no one did.

The guy looked at her one last time before trying to get away. She didn't blame him, she had acted like the people who made her feel inferior, she had made him feel like an ant.

Santana sighed and grabbed his wrist without turning around, she could feel how his muscles stiffened under her touch but he wouldn't bulge. He didn't look at her and she didn't look at him. They were only two strangers under the cold night and the full moon as the only witness.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. The air almost took it away but he was close enough to hear it. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I just-I don't know."

Santana couldn't bring herself to look at him in the eyes, she was feeling worse than she has ever felt and she could feel him moving behind her. She felt how she took her hand from his wrist and let it fall, she thought that was it, she had made someone she only knew the name about feel miserable and sad and of course he wasn't going to forgive her. She knew she probably wouldn't.

She felt him move around and knew he was standing in front of her, was he going to scream at her? Was he going to insult her and walk away? Was he going to slap her?

She was still looking at the ground when she felt soft fingers on her chin, lifting it up and she was forced to look at his eyes. She was expecting anger and judgment, not a tiny smile and soft eyes looking at her like all she had said was already forgiven.

"Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal." Not a big deal? If someone had even dare to think about his long gone dad, she would have turned crazy and make that person wish they were never born. And here she was, with this completely stranger accepting her apology for being a brat without a second thought. Seriously, was he for real?

She didn't know what to say 'thank you?', 'okay?', 'great?'; so she only looked at him and got a little lost in his eyes that, like she said before, probably were one of the most beautiful things she has ever seen.

"Well, now that we are clear, how about we sit over there and enjoy this beautiful night?" He said smiling down at her, and once again, was he for real? Even after that fiasco he wanted to spend time with her of all people? Wow, she was left with no words and you must know, that was a difficult task to do.

He extended his hand and she knew she had to take it, it was the right thing to do after being an idiot but part of her, didn't want to do it.

Taking someone's hand meant trusting them, trusting them meant believing in hope, believing in hope meant having faith, having faith meant living and living, no, that was not what Santana was doing.

But leaving all those fears aside, Santana thought that maybe, for once, she shouldn't think too much about people judging her and looking at her like she was from another planet. The guy before her was not like that, he was in the same place that she was and he was being nice.

Maybe she needed to be nice for once.

She took his hand.

He smiled at her one last time before taking her to the fountain.

She thought he would let her go, but he only held her hand tighter, and she couldn't bring herself to shake it off.

They sat in silence for a while, Sebastian had his eyes glued to the sky, looking at the few starts that were up and thinking about how nice it felt to have someone at his side again, how soft her hand felt into his and how magical that time felt. Santana looked at her feet and felt her cheeks heading up, it was ridiculous how something so insignificant made her feel all fluffy and, ugh, girly. She wasn't like the rest of the girls, the other girls size 0 with pretty blonde hair and too much make up to be safe, she didn't cry in every romantic movie, she wasn't scared in horror movies, she didn't wear floral dresses and big earrings that looked that belonged to a cheap whore they found on the street, she didn't like the music girl usually are crazy about, she preferred the old style and the good times when music was so much more and not only sex and drugs. She turned to look at him and started wondering what was going through his mind, what was the first thing he thought when he saw her?

"I'm Santana, by the way." She said after a while of looking at his face. "And my dad died 3 years ago" She didn't know what exactly made her said that, maybe the fact that she wanted him to know he knew very well how he felt and wanted to make him more comfortable around her… or maybe it was to shut the awkward silence. "He had a heart attack."

Sebastian looked at her without knowing what to say, he didn't want her to feel sad but he was thankful she had tried to open up with him, at least now he knew her name. Santana, it sounded like the name of a Goddess.

He squeezed her hand a little bit and turned back to look at the sky.

"I have a little sister" He said and he felt how she was still looking at him with those big eyes of her "Her name is Annie, she is the one thing that kept me from coming here, I didn't want to leave her alone. She is only 7 years old and, apart from grandma, she is the closest thing to family she will ever have." Santana didn't know what to say, and maybe, she thought, she didn't have to say anything. "She comes with grandma sometimes to visit me, we usually spend the day lying on my bed, she asks me to sing her and tell her stories… but it's not the same."

"My grandma hates me" Santana said feeling her throat go dry. Her abuela was everything to her since she was a little kid. She loved to go to her house and bake cookies with her; they used to lie on the couch and watch some 80's movies and just be together. After her father's death she just didn't want to see her anymore and she couldn't understand why "At my father's funeral she told me she didn't want to see me anymore." Santana could barely make the words came out, it was a really painful memory but then again, most of her memories were painful. "And the worst part is that I don't even know what I did wrong."

Sebastian could say something like 'you didn't do anything wrong' but he knew she would say something like 'and how would you know?' and he didn't have an answer to that. He didn't know a lot of things about her but sometimes, it just feels right to talk with a stranger. You don't talk with them to get an advice or an opinion; you talk with them to get it out of your chest.

"Look at the starts, aren't they beautiful tonight?" Sebastian said feeling the time to talk about sad and terrible past stories was over. He didn't come there to feel pity for himself or for anyone else; he came there to feel free. "I come here every night and every night I feel like they are watching me from afar and I feel safe to start a new day." He said before turned to look at her "Everyone in this place, they've got troubles too, secret stories and lies that we will never know about (1), that makes me feel a little better, because I know that I'm not alone, even in the darkest times, my parents are with me and I just know, there are people out there that suffer far more than I do. I just don't like to feel sorry for myself." Santana felt like she was talking with an angel. The guy seemed so caring, sweet, lovable and just, not selfish at all as she thought he was. Maybe you do not have to judge a book by its cover.

"Maybe you are right, I know my father's looking after me also. He always did and I guess, not even death can get him away from me." Santana could feel the tear threatening to fall and she forced them to stay where they belonged, in her eyes.

"They said the ones that love us never really leave us, we can always find them in our hearts." Sebastian said turning to look at her and pointing to her heart.

"Well, aren't you quite the poet?" Santana said smiling for the first time in that long day and she felt so relaxed and free since she got here, no, since her father died and all it took was this mysterious guy with the green eyes and white skin.

"Actually even when I want to take full credit for it, I just can't, after all, it's from J.K. Rowling." Sebastian said lifting both hands in surrender, releasing Santana's hand and they couldn't tell why, but their palms suddenly felt empty.

"Have you read Harry Potter?" Santana asked with the smile not leaving her face. She had never met a guy who has read all the books like her. She liked to read a lot, when she read, she was transported to another galaxy where wizards, witches, aliens, monsters, princes, princesses, dwarfs and fairy tales still existed.

"Of course I have! Anyone that knows about books should have read it!" Sebastian said "Have you read it or are you just a mere muggle?" He said with an English accent that, Santana must admit, it was pretty good.

"Ha, you wish I was a simple muggle so you could confuse me, but no, I have read it along with other incredible books like Romeo and Juliet and more." Santana said trying to speak in an English accent, not as well as his but it will do.

"'Hell is empty and the devils are here'"

"William Shakespeare."

"Not bad for a muggle."

Santana laughed, talking like this remind her of the nights where her father used to tell her those little quotes before falling asleep. Her father loved books and his love pass to her without permission, but she was grateful for it.

"'Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.'" Santana said whispering to the moon. That was one of her favorite quotes his father ever told her, she was only 13 when he first said it to her and now, she couldn't say now she was doing what his father wished for her the most, now she was lonely in a dark place with a dark life.

"Mahatma Ghandi." Sebastian said without thinking it too much. His mother was the one that ever told him that. His mother was the best woman he had ever met, she was kind and hardworking and she would have done anything for her family. She wanted him to achieve the best of the best and now, here he was. "How do you know that quote?"

"My dad used to say it to me some night before I had to go to bed." Santana said turning around and putting her bare feet inside the fountain, letting the cold water touch her skin. "Well, aren't you going to ask?"

"Ask what?" Sebastian said turning around as well and leaving his shoes behind to feel the water with her.

"Why am I here." Santana said playing with her feet under the water.

"Why would I ask that?" Sebastian asked confused causing Santana to turn around to look at him.

"I don't know, it seems that since I got here one of the first things people ask me, besides my name, is that."

Sebastian smiled and turned to look at the crystalline water pouring from the fountain.

"I know how that feels, it happened to me my first day here. Sam, my roommate, asked me the same thing once I opened the door, it seemed that my name was not interesting enough but I didn't answer."

"Why?" Santana said passing through the fact that 'Sam' was a name that wasn't new in her brain anymore.

"I didn't want to. I just laughed and said it was because of something and he let it go, he wasn't persistent even though he did tell me his story."

After that it hit Santana that his roommate may be the same guy Mercedes had a thing with, and she knew she wouldn't get answers with her or with her friends; maybe the guy was going to be helpful for something. She wasn't using him, of course.

"Is your roommate blonde, skinny but with some muscles and has a weird mouth?" She asked before thinking. Not even she could stop herself.

Sebastian turned to look at her once again and just laughed, it was something everyone noticed about Sam at first: his mouth. "Yeah, that's him, do you know him?"

"Not personally, I saw him this morning but one of the girls I met seemed to have a thing with him." Santana said feeling a little ashamed that the mouth of his roommate was one of the things she mentioned, but shook it off once he started talking.

"Mercedes, right?"

"How do you know that?"

Sebastian had a little fight with himself over telling her or not, Sam was his roommate and friend and it just didn't feel right telling his personal stuff to someone like telling how old he was… but then again, it wasn't even a 'secret' to anyone who was here 2 months ago so… why should it be now?

"I got here 3 months ago, Sam seemed like a nice guy, he told me how he got there 2 months ago so he was here 5 months total. He is an anorexic and it was really tough to get him to do anything at all; he used to lie in bed all day and get him to even eat a spoon of soup was like winning the lottery, he never really talked with anyone apart from me, our nurse Blaine and his doctor. We were really worried but he didn't seem to want to help us to help him, it was a living hell. Until one day, he was forced to go to one of those meetings with other patients that suffered from something similar as he did and everything changed. Suddenly, he started smiling more and getting up early, even earlier than me, and saying how much he loved mornings even though 1 month ago, he hated them with all his self-being, he started going to the cafeteria to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was like he was a different Sam, the real him, the one who didn't worry about looks or how much weight he had. I didn't know what was happening until I saw him with her; they were just sitting in a bench, talking and laughing like they knew each other all along. Sam didn't mention her at first but then one day he told me her name and how awesome she was, he didn't say anything else but he didn't have to, I just knew she was the reason of his sudden change." Santana looked at him and felt like someone was telling her the story of a romantic book, she knew sometimes don't have a happy ending "But then, one day, everything was gone. He didn't smile anymore and he refused to eat again, no one knew what had happened and then I saw how they started acting like two strangers. I don't know why or how, but I just know it broke him."

Sebastian ended with a sigh and a sad smile on his face; he hated how Sam was doing that to himself. He was a great person, full of crazy ideas and a live ahead him, but he couldn't see it and he wouldn't listen.

"I see…" Santana said after a moment "I guess that's why she gets all grumpy and distant when we even mention his name."

"I still can't understand why, but I think I will never be able to. I know Sam was in love with her, I don't know about her but he was. For him, she was his everything and now is gone."

Love. Love was the problem, love was always the problem, Santana thought, it was always making people suffer, she just couldn't understand how something people claim to be beautiful caused so much pain.

She looked at the sky and noticed how smart traces of orange were there. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there by his side but it must have been a lot. The moon was slowly leaving her place to the sun.

"Well, I guess I should go back." Santana said getting her feet out of the water. "I don't want to get into any trouble."

"Well, I have been doing this for like, forever so, I don't think so." Sebastian said following her lead. "But it's kinda late... or early, so you're right."

Looking at him on last time she stood up and said "Good night, Sebastian." And with that she started walking to her room.

"Hey, Santana!" He screamed before she disappeared out of his sight. She turned around "It was nice to meet you."

She smiled at him sweetly and continued her pat and he was left alone once again.

"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.(2)" He whispered to himself before standing and leaving the place where he just knew, he had met the love of his life.


(1) Xavia - The Submarines

(2) Romeo and Juliet - William Shakespeare

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