It was the end of day and school was over. Santana, Artie, Rachel, Kurt, Blaine and Brittany were sitting in the Lima Bean holding their long earning cup of coffee. Blaine and Kurt sat on the sofa with Rachel sitting on the chair next to Artie who over course was beside her in his wheelchair. Brittany's chair was right next to her boyfriends as she held his hand where Santana was sitting on a chair opposite Rachel.
"I can't believe that Puck did that to you," Rachel announced, "He was out of order and you can do so much better."
"Rachel's right," Kurt agreed, "You can do so much better than him. He's such a dick for doing that to you."
"I don't really wanna talk about it," Santana admitted, "I just want to forget about it all. I want to forget about relationships in general."
Artie cleared his throat and released Brittany's hand, Brittany looked at him wondering why he'd released her hand and he shook his head at her indicating for him to not make a scene and make things worse for Santana.
"But you did kill it in the choir room," Blaine added, "That song choice was perfect."
"Of course," she shrugged, "Why wouldn't it be? It was me who chose it."
"I just think that he's a jerk," Rachel told her, "And you can do so much better than him and there are plenty more fish in the sea."
"You just need to stay away from the sharks," Kurt added, "Because the sea if full of them too."
"Which Puck was," Artie added.
"What part of 'I don't want to talk about', she asked them, "Don't you understand?"
"We're just trying to help you," Rachel told her, "We were just trying to be your friends."
"But I really don't want to talk about," she shot, "I don't want to talk about him, I don't want to talk about relationships in general so can we just drop it?"
"Sure," Blaine shrugged.
"Whatever you want, Santana," Artie agreed.
We're just trying to help you," Rachel told her, "We were just trying to be your friends."
"But I really don't want to talk about," she shot, "I don't want to talk about him, I don't want to talk about relationships in general so can we just drop it?"
"Sure," Blaine shrugged.
"Whatever you want, Santana," Artie agreed.
"Hey there, Killer," A tall guy with brown hair wearing a Dalton Academy uniform called as he stepped towards them. They all turned to face him and looked at him with confusion.
"Who exactly are you talking to?" Artie asked him.
"He's talking to me," Blaine replied as he raised his hand up in the air. "Hey Sebastian."
"And who's Sebastian?" Kurt asked him as he looked at him, "You've never told me about him before."
"This is Sebastian Smythe," Blaine introduced, "We went to Dalton Academy together but we lost touch as soon as I transferred to McKinley."
"So, how are you doing?" Sebastian asked as he pulled a chair over to them, he sat down on the chair. "I haven't seen you in a long time."
"I've been busy with the New Directions," Blaine informed him, "But I'd rather not talk about it now, we were talking about something else."
"No, we weren't," Santana snapped, "We weren't talking about anything and I don't even want him to know about my business."
"Had your heartbroken?" Sebastian asked her.
"It has nothing to do with you," she snapped at him. "I has nothing to do with any of you, so just leave me all alone." She stood up quickly and stormed out of the Lima Bean. They all exhaled and sighed.
"You really shouldn't have said anything," Kurt told Blaine, "He didn't have to know about her business."
"I'm sorry," Blaine apologised, "But I didn't mention anything about her business, she made it sound like his business."
"But you didn't have to say anything," Rachel informed him, "No offence to you because I have no idea who you are," she said to Sebastian, "But he had no right to know about her business. Santana, yeah, she has had her heart broken and has been humiliated but she didn't need that." She stood up, "I'm gonna see how she is. I'll see you guys later," and she headed out of the Lima Bean chasing after Santana.
"Whoa," Sebastian exhaled awkwardly, "That was awkward."
"Babe," Brittany said to Artie, "I think we should go, I don't want Santana to be upset without me."
"Right," Artie nodded, "Come on, we'll go after her too." Brittany stood up and sat down on Artie's lap. "See ya tomorrow in school," he told them as he wheeled out of the Lima Bean with Brittany sitting on his lap.
"I didn't mean to do it," Blaine shrugged, "I honestly didn't mean to do it. I was just saying that we were talking about something that he wouldn't understand."
"But you didn't have to mention that," Kurt informed him, "Now Santana's gonna be pissed with you and that's something that you really don't want. You see what she did to Puck. That bitch bites."
Santana walked along the sidewalk as she was heading home when she heard a voice calling her name, she ignored it and carried on walking.
"Santana," Rachel called, "Santana wait up."
"I don't want to talk to you, Berry," she called back, "I just want to be alone."
Rachel finally caught up with and jogged in front of her causing Santana to stop in her tracks, she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I said that I didn't want to talk to you," she told her.
"I know that you're upset," Rachel informed her, "And I know that you want to be alone, well, that's what you're telling me but I don't think that you should be."
"Why not?" She asked her, "Why can't you just leave me be?"
"Because you've just had a bad heartbreak," Rachel told her, "He humiliated you in front of the whole school and he made you look bad."
"You're not making things any better," she informed her snidely.
"I know," Rachel replied apologetically, "And I'm sorry about that, but I just want to be your friend and I want to help you out, let me be here for you and help you with this situation."
"He had no right telling him about my problems," she barked, "He had no right to tell that twink about my personal business."
"I know that he didn't," Rachel told her, "He had no right to do that."
"I just wanted to forget about it," she told her, "But he had to make things worse by telling that twink about my problems."
"Well," Rachel said to her, "But he didn't actually tell him about your problems, you did make it worse because Sebastian wouldn't have known if you hadn't said anything which sounds to me like you want to talk about it. So, talk to me about it."
"I hate him," she cried. "I hate him so much."
"Blaine?" Rachel asked her with confusion.
"No," she snarled, "Puck. I hate what he's put me through. I don't want to be in a relationship with anybody because of him. I just don't want to be with anybody because they're just gonna hurt me like Puck did."
"Just because he hurt you," Rachel added, "Doesn't mean that every other guy is gonna do that to you."
"I don't care," she snarled, "I don't care if you think that but I believe that and I'm not gonna be in a relationship ever again."
"So," Rachel queried, "You're not gonna be with anybody ever again."
"Oh," she replied, "I'm gonna be with somebody but I'm not gonna be in a relationship again because all you do is get hurt and I don't want to get hurt anymore, I'm sick and tired of getting hurt."
"Not all relationships are like that," Rachel informed her, "Just because Puck did that to you doesn't mean that every guy out there is gonna do that to you."
"But he's not the only person who's done that to me," she told her, "Every guy that I've been with has hurt me, every relationship I've been in I've been hurt and I'm sick and tired of it."
"I don't think that that's the right thing for you to do," Rachel told her, "But I guess, if that's how you feel, I guess you'll do it. And I can't stop you?"
"No," she said shaking her head, "You can't, because I've made my mind up. I'm not gonna get into another relationship again."
Rachel sighed and took a step towards her, she wrapped her arms around her and gave her a soft hug. Usually Santana wouldn't hug anybody but Rachel had been there for her so she returned the hug back to her, a tear slowly trickled down her cheek but she closed her eyes before another one could escape. She didn't want to be hurt by Puck, she didn't want to act like it had hurt her but she was human after all so it was going to hurt her but she did have her friends there for her and that's what she needed the most.
Later that day Santana returned back to the Lima Bean, she couldn't stay at home any longer, the more she'd stayed at home, the more she thought about the breakup, about the humiliation that she went through earlier that day. She walked through the main entrance of the Lima Bean no longer wearing her Cheerio's uniform, she wore a pair of tight denim jeans and a off the shoulder grey, baggy crop top. She walked towards the counter to order another cup of coffee.
Sebastian still sat in the Lima Bean, he still wore his Dalton Academy uniform and had his hair gelled back off his face. He had a school book placed in front of him on the table as he worked through his homework. He glanced up quickly to notice Santana at the counter, he stood up and slowly stepped towards her, she grabbed her cup of coffee and turned around to face him.
"What do you want?" She asked snidely.
"I just wanted to apologise for my actions earlier," he told her, "I know that I was out of order for asking you if you had your heart broken but I just assumed that it was okay to ask you."
"Well," she snapped, "It wasn't."
"Sorry," he apologised, "I tend to have this problem. I don't think before I speak. I just say what's on my mind and sometimes it comes across cruel when I don't mean to be." He paused and shrugged, "Okay, sometimes I do mean for it to be cruel because I guess I'm a bit of a dick."
"Meet your friend," she told him as she pointed to herself.
"Do you want to join me?" He asked her, "You don't have to if you don't want to but you might regret it."
"And why would I regret it?" She questioned him with a raised eyebrow.
"Because you might regret on missing out on my company," he informed her, "And that would be a real shame because my company is awesome."
"Then I guess," she smiled, "I'm gonna have to take you up on that offer."
"Good," he smiled, "Step into my office," he gestured towards the table that he was sitting at. She smiled at him again as they both walked towards the table that he was sitting at. They both sat down at the table and he shoved his books that were on the table and through them into his satchel. "Again," he said to her, "I apologise for earlier, I wasn't thinking before I was speaking."
"Good," she told him, "You better had apologised to me because believe me, you wouldn't have gotten away with it if you hadn't."
"That's right," he admitted, "Kurt did tell me that you bite like a bitch."
"Oh I do," she nodded, "I do bite like a bitch, my bark as a big as my bite."
"Remind me to never get on your bad side," he smiled, she smiled back and shook her head at him.