A/N: Before you say anything, I realize it's 204923923 years since I've updated this story and real life is to blame for that, but I'm back now. I've recently decided to revise Seven Devils (in case you don't recognize it, that's due to me changing my username from xJulyMoon) and create an entirely new story. New plot, new setting, new everything. I sincerely apologize to those of you who loved the previous plot of SD, but this new plot is very similar to the old one, so hopefully you'll enjoy it as well. I'll be uploading Sebastian's prologue and maybe the official first chapter soon so be on the look out.
PROLOGUE
DEVIL NUMBER ONE
They can keep me out
'Til I tear the walls
'Til I save your heart
And to take your soul
{ – Florence & The Machine, Seven Devils }
Love was a destructive emotion. An emotion full of massive flaws and an ache so strong that you could still feel it years, or perhaps even decades, from now. It's one of the reasons Santana easily learned to shut out her own sentiments, flicking them off as quickly as one would a light switch.
She absolutely hated the idea that one human being could crush her soul without a second thought simply because they could. Anyone who saw behind the bitchy facade she put on knew that when she loved, she loved with everything she had in her. And if you somehow managed to break down those thick walls of hers, she'd crumble.
It was because of this mask of nonchalance she'd perfected throughout the years that Santana refused to waste her tears on such a worthless feeling anymore. She'd cried when her own abuela disowned her for her sexuality. She'd cried when Hudson had sung to her (granted, that was mostly of laughter due to that ridiculously offensive song choice). She'd cried when she and Brittany unofficially broke up. Distance did more to her than she wanted to admit to the blonde beauty, which explained why she came up with the whole "energy exchange" excuse.
The truth was, Santana Lopez was terrified. Terrified she'd lose Brittany for good this time. No matter how many Skype calls were made or how exhilarating it felt to hold her in her arms during her trips to Lima, nothing could satisfy her constant desire to be around her so she could breathe easily again. Ending things the way they had was undoubtedly painful, but Santana refused to believe they wouldn't eventually find their way back to each other when the time was right. They were Brittany and Santana, after all.
Nonetheless, until that happened, a distraction would have to suffice for now. She was in desperate need for a change and without the possibility of Brittany getting into the same college next year, Louisville no longer held her interest. It was time to go after her dreams of being a singer and what better place than the city of dreams itself? If Hummel and Berry could make it down there, what was stopping her from trying to achieve the same? One of the things she'd gotten out of Glee Club was taking risks were all was life about, as corny as it sounded.
"The Big Apple better be ready for me," she murmured, meeting her reflection with more confidence in her expression than she felt. Moving day had finally arrived and her roommate Eloise – who, by the way, had an uncanny ability to sound like Tinkerbell on crack and Santana told her just that when they'd met - could not have been happier to see her go. In fact, Little Miss Sunshine had already bid her farewell in a post-it note Santana had found sitting on her dresser earlier that morning. She imagined poor Eloise was probably hiding out at her sanctuary, aka the campus library, until the coast was clear.
Her gaze drifted down towards her phone almost instinctively when it beeped, anticipating a particular blonde's name to appear on the screen. Instead, she was met with a text from her mother telling her that her poco culo to hurry up before she missed her flight. A disappointed sigh escaped Santana's mouth, rolling her eyes at her mother's impatience. What exactly had she been hoping for? For Brittany to call her in an attempt to stop her and tell her that she wanted her back? She'd be lying if she said she wouldn't hop on the first train to Ohio the second those words came from the speaker. That's just the type of control the girl unintentionally had over her.
The sounds of her mother's car horn blaring from outside was what inevitably took her attention away from the mobile device. She couldn't afford to think about Brittany right now or she'd lose her nerve to leave Louisville. Taking one last look around her dorm room while she grabbed her luggage, her plump lips curved upwards into a mischievous smirk. Within this time next year, her short-lived experience in Louisville would be a distant memory.
New York wouldn't even know what hit them.