Santana still knelt down on the ground with tears trickling down her face, and Sebastian who was looking at her with soft and concerned eyes was kneeling down in front of her with his fingers wrapped around her wrist gently as his thumb softly grazed across her skin. Santana closed her eyes as she felt more tears building up in her eyes, her head lowered to the ground and with her eyes closed tears still poured down her cheeks. Sebastian shuffled closer to her and angled his head to the side slightly to look at her sad and tearful face, her bottom lip quivering and her fingers slowly trembling.
"I'm here," he whispered to her, "I'm here for you to talk to me."
"No," she shook her head with emotion in her voice, her head still lowered to the ground, "No, I don't want to talk."
"Santana," he sighed, "You waited until you thought that I left so that you could cry. If you think by telling me about what's wrong with you that you're weak then you're just being an idiot."
Her head snapped up quickly, her eyes locked on his with her eyebrows frowning at him. "Did you just call me an idiot?" She scowled at him.
"You know what," he nodded, "Yeah, yeah I did just call you an idiot, because that's what you are, you are an idiot if you think that keeping things locked up inside of you because you want to look tough."
"I am not an idiot," she snarled at him, "How dare you call me an idiot."
"Well," he snarled back, "It was about time that somebody did. You're miserable and you're not admitting to anybody because you think that if you tell somebody that you're miserable that you're weak, well, let me tell you something, Santana Lopez, by not telling anybody about it makes you weak, because the toughest people tell others about how they're feeling. You're not tough, Santana, you're just plain right stubborn."
"You don't understand," she shook her head and wiped away her tears quickly as she pushed herself up from the ground and turned her back to him. He stood up quickly and frowned at her.
"Yeah," he scowled, "And you know why, because you're not telling me. If you told me then I would understand."
"What is it with you?" She snapped as she spun around on the spot to face him, "Why do you want to help me so much? You never wanted to in the past. You were a dick in the past."
"Yeah," he agreed, "I agree with you on that one but people change."
"But why?" She screamed, "Why have you changed so much?"
"People change when bad things happen to them!" He shouted at her.
"Because of Karofsky?" She laughed, "Oh my god, you changed so much because of him. Do you like him or something?"
"No," he shook his head as he took a step towards her, "I changed because that guy almost killed himself because he was being bullied and I was one of the reasons why he wanted to kill himself so yeah, I changed from being an dick to the guy that I am now because I caused a guy to want to commit suicide because I made fun of him." He took another step towards her and pointed in her chest, "And I vowed to myself that I would never hurt anybody again, I would never cause so much pain to somebody that they're willing to take their own lives."
"I'm not gonna take my own life," she told him, "If you think that's what I'm gonna do."
"You say that," he replied, "But how do I know that it's not true?"
"What?" She frowned at him.
"How do I know that it's not true?" He asked her again, "Because you're lying to me right now about being okay when I can clearly see by your face that you're not okay, you're far from it, you won't admit to me that you're miserable so how do I know that once I leave here you're not gonna go up to your room and take your own life?"
"Because that's not who I am," she told him.
"No," he nodded, "You're right, you're not that kind of person, but you are the kind of person who is so proud and stubborn that you won't admit when you're sad and miserable when I can clearly see it right in front of me. I leave your house and you're crying but when I ask you what's wrong, it's like I'm asking you a stupid question when I can see as clear as daylight that you're miserable as sin!"
"It's none of your business," she shouted in his face.
"Oh really?" He asked her.
"Yeah," she nodded and folded her arms across her chest.
"Well," he told her as he took another step towards her, he looked down at her as he towered over her, "I'm making it my business whether you like it or not."
"It has nothing to do with you!" She screamed in his face, "So, get the hell outta my house before I kick your ass outta it."
He shook his head and smiled cynically, "You know what," he told her, "I'm trying here and you're just pushing me away, why are you pushing me away when I want to help you? Stop being proud and stubborn for once in your life, Santana and let me in so that I can help you."
"You can't help me," she told him, "Nobody can help me, only I can help myself."
"You don't know," he shrugged his shoulders, "I could help you. Just by listening is helping."
"No," she shook her head, "You can't help me and I don't want you to help me so if you could leave that would be great."
"Santana," he sighed with disappointment.
"No," she shouted, "I want you to go so get the hell out of my house!"
"Fine," he replied by shaking his head, "Fine, whatever you want but at least I'm trying my best to help you but you remember that it was you who pushed me away because of your stubbornness, not because I didn't notice that you're miserable and hurting." He turned on his heels and slowly walked towards the door before stopping, "But you know what hurts the most?"
"I bet you're gonna tell me anyways," she rolled her eyes.
"None of your friends have actually noticed that you're miserable and they live with you," he told her, he glanced over his shoulder and made eye contact with her, "And you come back into town and I notice straight away, it's kinder sad that nobody has tried to help you." He shrugged his shoulders, "But maybe they knew that you would throw it back in their faces and that's why they haven't even tried to help you because they know how stubborn you are."
"Get out," she shouted with emotion in her voice, "You hear me get out!"
"Fine," he replied sadly, he headed towards the door, he opened it and this time he actually walked out of the door and slammed it behind him. Santana wanted to make sure that he was actually gone this time so she quickly jogged towards the living room door and peered her head around noticing that he was actually gone, exhaling sadly she fell down to the ground on her knees and burst out crying once more, she slapped her hand over her mouth and sobbed into her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks and dropping down onto the ground. She didn't hate the fact that she was stubborn, she hated the fact that somebody actually noticed that about her and that hurt her more than knowing that she was stubborn. She was hurting, hurting more than usual because she knew that there was help for her, somebody to talk to and it had to be the guy that she hated the most back in high school, she knew that he'd changed since the unfortunate occasion involving Karofsky but she was too stubborn to admit it, she was too stubborn to admit that people can change even after she'd slept with them. She knew that she was miserable but actually saying it out loud was going to be the hardest thing that she's ever had to do.
Saturday was finally here and it was the day for the Regional's at McKinley High School. The New Directions were all ready to perform and go on to win the National's again after winning it the year before. They all stood backstage in the choir room, Blaine, Sam, Tina, Artie, Marley, Jake, Ryder, Unique, Kitty and Mr Schuester in a circle in the centre of the room as they prepared to go on stage, being the reigning champions of the National Championships they were to go last as they watched this year's contenders to take their crown, but of course, they weren't going to allow it. However Santana, Rachel and Kurt all sat in the audience as they waited for the show choir to start. Santana stared at the stage as she thought about what Sebastian had said to her last night, she thought about how miserable she was and as she was sitting in the auditorium of the school that gave her the dreams it was hitting her harder than she thought it would. Both Rachel and Kurt were oblivious to her as they chatted and giggled at the old times, about how they remember the regional's, Rachel of course complaining about the fact that even though it was a year ago how she was rudely stopped from performing at the Regional's, even though she did break the rules and it was her fault to begin with, but of course with being Rachel Berry she thought way, way, way outside of the box and saw the good in it and put the blame on somebody else. But even the sound of her voice upset Santana even more, it brought back memories that she didn't want to remember as it would make her feel more miserable within herself about her failure of not reaching her dreams.
She stood up quickly and ran up the steps before leaving the auditorium, both Rachel and Kurt turned their heads quickly as they noticed her rushing off, their eyes both locked with one another at the same time, they both mirrored each other's gestures by shrugging their shoulders at the same time and pouting their bottom lip with confusion. They both stood up quickly and followed her out of the auditorium but when they'd walked out of the auditorium she wasn't anywhere to be seen, she'd disappeared down the hallway of McKinley high, they'd left it too late and they'd lost their friend who clearly was crying for help. The New Directions walked towards the auditorium, both Rachel and Kurt noticed them coming and flashed a good luck smile at them, they turned on their heels and entered the auditorium with their fellow New Directions and Mr Schuester.
Walking down the hallway, Santana had finally arrived in a familiar place, the choir room. She'd noticed that the New Directions had left for their performance, as she walked through the door floods of memories flashed in front of her eyes. All of the good times that they shared in there, the songs that they sung, all of the fall outs, the fights, the arguments, the relationships and of course, all of the friendships. She smiled with her eyes filling up with emotion as she walked over to a chair that she sometimes sat in as she watched all of the performances and all of the times Mr Schuester would come up with lame songs that the rest of the New Directions would make fun of and laugh at him. The thought made her laugh and shake her head, but then tears appeared in her eyes as all of the good times came rushing back to her, her dreams were in this room, but unfortunately for her, they stayed in the room. Her head dropped down to the ground and closed her eyes as her tears streamed down her cheeks.
Santana could hear everything down the quiet hallways of McKinley, she could hear the announcer call out the name of the Dalton Warblers, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "What are they gonna sing this time?" She muttered under her breath to herself. She wiped away her tears quickly with the back of her hand and when she heard a familiar song, a song that hasn't heard since last year, her head lifted up and her tears soon dried up. She stood up and walked quickly to the auditorium as she heard Sebastian voice singing their song. He was singing 'Smooth Criminal'. She walked through the door at the back of the auditorium and watched him in shock as he sang the song with his fellow Warbler's, her eyes were widened and her mouth had dropped, her eyebrow was raised with confusion but at the same time with happiness because she knew that he'd done it for her, especially when he glanced to the side and noticed her standing in the background, he flashed a smile at her as he sang the song and danced around the stage with his fellow Warbler's. "I can't believe it," she thought, "I seriously can't believe it."