He sees her the day that Blaine proposes to Kurt. She looks the same with her brown locks framing her face and her posture that speaks I'm better than you. But something was different about her. As though she had matured since the last time he had seen her.
A part of him wants to walk over to her, to ridicule her and to hear her famous remarks as she bites his words.
But they don't talk. Don't make eye contact, just...nothing. He thinks it's because of their pride, or maybe just his because she seemed so enveloped in the moment that he was probably not of her concern.
He curses his pride later that day.
He doesn't see her anymore after that and that messes with him. His mind is creating these scenarios about what would've been different if he had forgotten about his pride and just talked to her or did something.
He's trying really hard to forget about that memory, he really is.
So he walks around Broadway, not really watching where he's going in the crowd of people when someone or something collides with him. He looks down and he can't believe it. It's the Latina that's been messing with his mind since that day.
She's cursing at him in Spanish and he's just grinning like a fool. "Lopez." He simply says. She stops swearing and looks up at him, a smirk appearing on her face. "Smythe." She then looks down at her watch and a scowl appears on her face, "love to stay and chat but I'm late and not all of us have a daddy that will pay for everything." She then pushes past him and continues walking.
It's all happening too fast for him. Before he knows it he's chasing after her and stops in front of her. "Let me take you out for coffee sometime."
"No." He doesn't expect that answer from her but he persists, "just one cup of coffee." He doesn't want to sound like he's begging but he's not letting her get away this time.
Santana knows that if she doesn't say yes he won't stop and she'll be even more late for work so she accepts. "Fine, do you have a pen?"
Sebastian smiles and fishes for the pen in his jacket pocket. He hands it to her and she grabs his hand which is surprisingly warm, and begins scrawling the numbers into his palm.
"Just text me or whatever." And she's gone into the crowd of people while he just smiles at the numbers in his hand.
A/N: I apologize for being gone for so long! I just lost inspiration but I am back now!