The night was drawing in, Santana was sitting a restaurant that she'd always loved when she was in Lima, the Beef House which sold the best homemade burgers in the whole of Ohio and the best homemade ice-cream milkshakes. She sat at the table holding staring off into space with a whole cheeseburger laying in front of her and a double chocolate milkshake beside it. Her right index finger and thumb was pinching the top of she straw as she swilled it around as she carried on staring off into space, her mind wandering. She kept thinking about what Sebastian had said to her, why would he say something so nice to her? Was he being a jerk to get under her skin? Or was he being genuine about her having talent?

The thoughts kept wandering around in her head, her stare becoming more intense and the customers and staff around her weren't concerned about her, they'd started to become afraid of her, they'd remembered her face, remembering that she wasn't sweet and innocent, she was the complete opposite of it, everyone was afraid in case she snapped at them because that was the usual thing for Santana to do, so they just kept doing what they were doing, either staring at her or ignoring her. Even the sound of the bell ringing above the door of the main entrance didn't snap her out of her trance, her thoughts were too deep and nothing was gonna snap her out of it, at least that's what she thought. Heavy footsteps from the door got closer to Santana but of course with her being in such a trance there was no noise to be heard. The large feet in black converses stopped beside her, it was Sebastian. He was wearing a pair of denim jeans, a red and blue plaid shirt with a red jumper over the top, he stared down at Santana who's gaze was still off into the distance with her wrist rotating as she stirred her now thin, watered down double chocolate milkshake. He looked off to where she was looking but his eyes soon turned back down to her, he walked towards the chair opposite her and pulled out the steal with red cushioned chair out and sat down in front of her but still Santana carried on staring off into the distance. He leaned forward and waved his right hand in front of her face.

"Santana," he whispered to her, "Yoo-hoo, earth to Santana." Santana shook her head and finally snapped out of her trance, she blinked a few times to realise that Sebastian was sitting in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" She frowned with her eyebrows knitting together.

"Trying to snap you out of that trance that you've been in," he replied with a smirk appearing on his face.

"You're hilarious," she told him sarcastically followed by a fake smile and tilt of the head.

"I know," he joked and winked at her cheekily.

She rolled her eyes and took the milkshake towards her mouth, "What are you really doing here?" She asked him as she wrapped her lips around the straw and sucked up the thin milkshake. She backed away from the straw quickly with a cringed look on her face, "That is disgusting," she grimaced, "I thought that this milkshake was supposed to be thick, it tastes like one from New York."

"Well," he suggested, "Maybe if you'd been drinking it and not staring off into space then you would've had a thick milkshake." He shrugged his shoulders, "But hey, that's just my opinion, it's not always right, right?"

She scoffed like a groan and rolled her eyes, "What are you really doing here?" She asked him again, "Did you come here to make my life a living hell? Because believe me if you did, expect a war, Lurch."

"Nice," He smiled, "I see that you haven't forgotten calling me that."

"No," she replied with disinterest, "And I have a whole lot more where that comes from if you have anything bad to say about me."

"What like before?" He frowned, "When I gave you a compliment about your talent and you just upped and left as if I insulted you."

"Oh my god," she groaned, "Is that what this is all about?"

"You were upset," he commented.

"I was not upset," she snarled.

"Oh yeah," he asked her, "Then what would you call tears in your eyes and running away from me?"

"Reality," she sneered at him as she stood up, scraping her chair across the floor, she spun on her heels and headed towards the door without paying for the bill. The staff all frowned at her as she walked out of the door, with his eyes wandering around the restaurant he noticed them all staring at her as she walked out, he reached into his back pocket as he grabbed his wallet, he took out a ten dollar bill and placed it on the centre of the table.

"Keep the change," he called as he stood up from his chair and followed her out of the restaurant. Santana strolled along the sidewalk as she made her way home. Sebastian pushed the door open of the restaurant, his head turned to the right and noticed her walking down the sidewalk. He pushed himself away from the door and jogged down the sidewalk after her but this time he didn't call her after remembering what happened earlier that day. He finally reached up to her with his large strides and jogged in front of her causing her to stop walking.

"Oh my god," she groaned, "What do you want now?"

"To talk," he shrugged his shoulders with the pouting of his bottom lip, "Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Yeah," she replied with a 'duh' tone, "Because you and I, we don't get on, we never will. We're both bitches and we hate one another."

"True," he nodded with agreement, "We do both hate one another, and we were both bitches but my bullying days are all over, after what happened to Karofsky I turned over a new leaf and that old me has gone forever."

"Then what do you call that then?" She asked him as she pointed over towards the Lima Bean, "You were just the same as you were back then with the whole comebacks and insults."

"What can I say?" He shrugged his shoulders with a smile on his face, "Force of habit, I guess I just can't help it when I'm around you to insult you like you insulted me."

"And there I thought the old days were put behind you," she told him sarcastically, "I must've been mistaken."

"You know what you're doing," he laughed, "You're deflecting."

"I'm deflecting?" She replied and placed her hand on her chest, "Where did you come up with an idea like that?"

"Well," he shrugged his shoulders, "You see with me coming from a Private school we learn stuff like that, we're taking Psychology, so yeah, I'm pretty used to words like that."

"Well," she lied, "I'm not deflecting." She stepped to the right to which he mirrored stopping her from walking off, she then stepped to the left to which he mirrored again, she glared up at him with her lips pursed together with anger, "If you don't move," she growled at him, "I'm gonna have to show you some of the Lima Heights hospitality that I've been threatening you for years now."

"Not gonna happen," he shook his right index finger at her, "You see, I can see that you're angry-"

"Yeah," she interrupted, "At you."

"No," he shook his head, "At you." He leaned forward slightly and nodded his head which she frowned at him with her eyebrows knitting together. "You act as if there's nothing wrong with you but the reason why you're angry is because you're angry at yourself, not at me, at yourself."

"Wow," she responded sarcastically, "You've taken a few classes in high school and you think you're the best psychologist around, good for you." She clapped her hands together sarcastically, "Good for you."

"You know what," he smiled, "I'm not even gonna get offended by that because I know that you're deflecting, you're angry at yourself but you just don't wanna admit it, especially not to a guy like me who knows exactly what you're going through."

"You know nothing about what I'm going through," she snarled at him and pointed in his face, "So don't you dare pretend as if you know what I'm going through, you'll never go through what I'm going through."

"And there we have it," he smiled, "You are angry at yourself."

"You used reversed psychology on me?" She scoffed, "How dare you?"

"It worked," he shrugged his shoulders, "Didn't it?"

"You know what," she groaned and pointed her index finger into his chest, "I hate you more than I already did."

"No you don't," he shook his head, "You're just angry because I knew that you're angry with yourself and you're deflecting the subject all of the time. I bet none of your so called friends have noticed that you're miserable."

"Who said that I was miserable?" She asked him knowing the truth.

"Your face does," he told her, "It's written all over your face that you're miserable but because you're so stubborn you won't admit it."

"Are you calling me stubborn?" She scoffed.

"Yeah," he nodded, "That's exactly what I'm calling you because you're too stubborn to admit that you need help when I'm handing it out to you right now."

"I don't want," she pointed in his chest angrily, "You're help!"

"Yes you do," he shouted in her face, "You need my help because you're as miserable as sin and you won't admit it, none of your friends have noticed that you're miserable and they're always around you but I see you one time and I can see it all over your face, I can see it in your eyes." She looked to the side with her eyes starting to well up with emotion, he reached down to her forearm and stroked his fingers along her skin. "Santana," he whispered softly, "You need to admit that you're hurting and you're miserable because the more that you keep it locked up inside of you, the longer it's gonna hurt you and you could end up being ill from it, and honestly as much as we hate one another, I don't want to see that happening."

Santana's eyes glanced down at his fingertips stroking her skin softly, her eyes slowly looked up at him as he looked down at her with soft, gentle eyes, eyes that she'd never seen on him before. Her eyes slowly glanced down at his lips before her eyes locked back onto his. She reached up on her tiptoes and placed her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down towards her as she moved her lips closer to his, her eyes closed as her lips brushed against his, she pecked his lips softly before pulled away from her and looked down at her.

"This isn't what you want," he whispered and shook his head, "You're just upset."

"No," she shook her head and whispered back at him, "This is exactly what I want." She leaned back up to him and pressed her lips against his and kissed him deeply, he placed his hand on the small of her back and shared the passionate kiss with her. It meant nothing to the both of them but at that moment of time, this is what Santana wanted to take her mind of things.