Much to my chagrin, Brittany and I's stay-cation had to end eventually. It's only been three days, and I already miss her like crazy.
Sure, I talk to her every day, but it's not the same as actually getting to see someone. Now we're both back to work and busy and don't have time to see each other daily.
I'm still worried about the whole Sebastian situation, but nothing's happened so far, and Mike's making sure to monitor everything that could possibly happen.
I still make her call me on the way to work and when she gets home, though. You can't ever be too safe.
I honestly feel a little more comfortable since I'm back at The Shadow League headquarters every day. I get to kinda micromanage and snoop around to make sure everything's really okay.
I'll see Britt in a couple of days, though, so that's something to look forward to. Mercedes is going out of town on Friday, so we moved the friend's night up to Thursday this week.
"Santana!" I'm broken out of my thoughts when I hear Mike calling me from down the hall. "You need to go to the debriefing room."
"What? Why?" I furrow my brows and turn around to face him.
"You're going on your first patrol," He says, looking down at the clipboard that always seems to be with him. "We've got some activity we wanna look into."
"What activity?" I ask, panic making its way through my veins.
"Can't tell you that, Santana." He shakes his head.
"Why not? I'm the one going on the patrol, aren't I?"
"It's confidential," He looks up at me. "We'll tell you what to look for, but we can't tell you what's happening. It could endanger the entire mission."
"It's about Rory, isn't it?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. "Yeah, that's what this is. Just admit it, I was right with the whole Sebastian in New York thing, and now you realize you fucked up."
"No." He sounds irritated. "It's nothing about that…we just have to do these routine patrols to ensure nothing is actually going on. We get these activity readings all the time, and most of the time, they turn out to be nothing. Just go to the debriefing room, please. Quinn's already waiting for you there."
"Fine," I swivel around on my heels and start walking away.
A few moments later, I walk in with Quinn and Artie sitting at the table across from each other. They look pretty deep in conversation, and it's rare to see Quinn smile like the one currently plastered on her face.
"Am I interrupting something?" I ask as I sit down next to Quinn.
"Not at all," Quinn says stoically as she sits up straight.
"I was just telling Quinn about the new Star Wars game coming to all gaming consoles this summer," He says with a bright smile.
I look at Quinn with my eyebrows raised and a smirk on my face. "Wow, Quinn…I didn't know you were into that."
"I-it's okay, I guess," She shrugs. "Aren't we supposed to be debriefing on something?" She changes the subject.
"Oh, right," Arties says as he slides a folder between us and opens it up. "You guys just need to survey the city for any signs of attack or danger. If you spot anything suspicious, don't act on it…just call the headquarters, and backup will come momentarily."
"Are we looking for anything in specific?" Quinn asks.
"No, not that I've been told. It's an extensive search, so just keep your eyes sharp."
"Got it," Quinn nods. "Are we taking the jet?"
Artie looks down at his lap. "Actually…Mike wants you to go on foot."
"On foot?" I interrupt. "Like…walk the whole city?"
"Pretty much," Quinn huffs with a roll of her eyes. "So we better go now; otherwise, we'll be out there all day."
"I'll send you guys the coordinates you'll be in today. Tomorrow's going to be in a different location, so make sure you cover all bases today." He pulls out his phone and starts typing quickly.
"Okay…let's go, Santana," Quinn says as she stands up.
"So, that's it? That simple?" I ask as we walk out of the room.
"Pretty much…we get money to stop and get something to eat, but for the most part, we'll just be walking around Lima all day."
"Great," I groan.
"I know, right." She rolls her eyes as we exit the main building, heading to her car.
/
Thirty minutes later, we're at the coordinates Artie sent us to start surveying. We start walking down the street, Quinn keeping an eye on the right side while I keep an eye on the left.
"Just any suspicious activity, alright?" She clarifies.
"Yes, Quinn, I heard Artie the first time." I deadpan. "Speaking of which…what's going on there?" I tease.
"What do you mean?" She asks quizzically.
"Oh, you know good and well what I mean, Fabray."
She lets out a sigh and stays silent for a moment. "I'm trying to move on, okay? You told me to dump Finn…I did."
I gasp in shock as my mouth widens into a grin. "Really? That's awesome, Quinn!"
"Yeah, well, it doesn't feel too awesome right now."
"Hey, it'll get better. And Artie seems like a nice guy," I poke her shoulder playfully.
She rolls her eyes, and I swear I see a blush come across her cheeks. "He is…I've kinda had feelings for him for a while but never acted on them because of Finn. And I really think he might like me, too."
"He'd be an idiot not to, Q."
"Thanks," She chuckles. "But enough about me and my jumbled love life…how are you and Britt?"
"Things are perfect, actually." I smile. "It's only been three days and I miss her more than I think I've ever missed someone."
"Wow, she really turned you into a softie." She teases.
"You know, I'd usually jump to the defense about that, but I don't even want to deny it."
"That's good, though. You've really grown as a person, Santana. And that's coming from me." She laughs.
"Yeah, well, this whole superpowers thing also spurred that along. I had to mature a lot really quickly."
"Well, your life just seems all kind of awesome right now, then."
"I mean, I don't wanna brag…but yeah," I shrug playfully.
We continue walking for a while in silence, focusing on our task at hand.
"Hey," Quinn suddenly speaks, tapping my shoulder. "Look up there." She points.
I turn my attention to where she's pointing and see a man sitting on the roof of a building, writing something in a notebook.
"What's he doing?" I ask, confused.
"He looks like he's taking notes on something. I'm not sure what, though."
Not taking our eye off him, we switch over to the other side of the road for a clearer view. As we approach, we see the man studying the building in front of him and then writing stuff down.
"He looks like he's drawing that building, maybe?" I suggest.
"What building is that?" Quinn pulls out her phone.
I look at the surrounding buildings, and when my eyes land on the sign out front, my heart drops the tiniest bit. "The Lima Times Building," I gulp.
Quinn types our location in the phone and calls for backup, following protocol. We keep inching closer, though, trying to get as much information as we can.
When we get close enough to see the man's facial features, my body tenses in anger and agitation. "Son of a bitch," I grit. "He's never going to go away, is he?"
"Who?" Quinn turns to look at me, a confused look on her face. "Do you know him?"
"All too well," I mutter. "It's Sebastian."
"Well, do you know what he could want with The Lima Times?" She asks.
"No idea…but I don't like him being around here."
"Isn't this where Brittany works?" She asks, typing more data into her phone. I nod my head. "Could he want something with h-"
"Don't even mention it, Quinn." I interrupt, not wanting to hear the rest of her sentence. The intrusive thoughts are already making their way into my head…I don't need someone vocalizing them.
All of a sudden, we hear thuds coming from above us. When we look up, we see Sebastian's back running away from us.
"Come on," Quinn says as she breaks out into a sprint. "We can't let him get away!"
With a small groan, I push my feet against the ground and start gaining speed. Sebastian's a good bit ahead of us, but he's still on the roof, so there are limited places he could go.
"Is there a ladder or anything to get down?" She asks, slightly out of breath.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I bite back.
"Can't you feel it with your magnetic powers?"
"Uh, no…I just control it, not sense it."
We start to pick up the pace as we see the edge of the building come into sight. Luckily, with our position on the ground, we had a full view of the side of the building when we turned the corner.
As we turn down the alley, we look ahead to see a tall ladder leaning on the building, giving access to the roof. I look up and see Sebastian nearing the edge, so I throw my hand out and move the ladder out of his path, it landing with a loud thud on the ground.
Quinn and I slow our pace, thinking we've got him trapped, but he doesn't slow down. At full speed, he jumps off the roof and tucks his feet in, landing light on his feet with a slight roll at the end before continuing to sprint away.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Quinn yells as we start running again.
"Quinn, use your telekinesis to stop him or something! Seriously, we're running out of options!"
"I can't…you moving the ladder was one thing, but I can't actively do anything to him."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because that was our order, Santana." She huffs, and we continue chasing him.
He starts zig-zagging through buildings and alleyways to try and lose us, but Quinn and I manage to keep up with him for the most part. After a few moments, he turns into a large parking lot with a helicopter parked in the center.
As soon as the pilot gets views of Sebastian, he turns on the propellors, getting ready for liftoff. However, when he spots Quinn and I, he starts firing a gun at us.
Knowing it's getting too dangerous, Quinn and I slow down and dodge the bullets being shot at us. Luckily, he either has terrible aim, or it's hard to fire a gun from a helicopter window.
In the array of bullets and wind emitting from the helicopter, Sebastian drops his notebook. As soon as it leaves his hands, the wind from the propellors sends it flying backward toward Quinn and me.
I could tell he thought about turning around to get it, but when he saw how far it was, he turned back around and ran for the helicopter.
"Suspect is entering a black helicopter," Quinn yells into her card as the helicopter moves further and further away. I guess the card's used as a communication device when we're on a mission or something.
"No, they took off…I'm not sure where the destination is…yes, Santana has the notebook he dropped…yes, sir…will do." I can only hear her part of the conversation, but it's not enough to piece together what they're discussing.
A few minutes later, Quinn shoves the card back into her pocket and lets out a heavy breath. We're both panting, out of breath from running so much.
"We have to stay here and let them know where we last saw him. They also want the notebook." She gestures to the book in my hand.
"Can we look inside?" I ask, curious as to what exactly he was doing just moments ago.
"No…they said to hand it over for evidence, and they'll let us know if anything useful comes out of it." She shakes her head and bends forward to rest her hands on her knees.
"Well, that's no fun."
"Tell me about it," She sits down on the asphalt, still breathing heavily, and closes her eyes. "God, I'm so tired."
"Well, we did sprint for a good while," I try to laugh, but it makes breathing harder, so I don't.
"How far from the original sight are we?" She asks.
"I don't know," I shrug my shoulders and look around. "Probably a good-"
I stop speaking when I see a familiar blonde sprinting towards me. "Santana!" She yells.
She doesn't slow down until her body collides with mine, wrapping me in a tight hug.
"Britt? What are you doing here?" I exclaim. "You can't be here! It's too dangerous," I shake my head.
"I was working on a new piece for the column next week when a few of my coworkers saw you two running down the sidewalk, apparently chasing some man."
Quinn sits up and looks attentive at hearing Brittany's words.
"They sent the field team out to get live coverage on it, but I ran after them. I knew it was you and Quinn when I looked out of the window to see what they were talking about."
"Did they see the-?" Quinn asks and cuts off the last part of her sentence, motioning to our surroundings.
"The whole bullet shower? No…I sent them back to the office when most of them fell behind when running to catch up with you."
"Did they see Santana?" She asks.
"Use her powers?" She clarifies, and Quinn nods her head. "Also no…they were already gone by that point."
"Why did you stay, though?" I ask, cupping her cheek to make sure she didn't get hurt in any way. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?"
"No, I'm fine…I was far enough away to see everything but not get noticed." She reassures. "Are you okay? When I saw the chopper start shooting, all these thoughts started racing through my mind and-"
"Britt," I interrupt and look into her eyes, trying to steady her. "I'm okay…see, I'm standing right here." I look down at my body, showing her there are no cuts or bruises anywhere.
"Good," She nods. "Are you okay, Quinn?" She turns her attention to the other blonde that's now back to lying on the concrete.
She doesn't say anything, but holds a thumbs up in the air. Brittany breathes a sigh of relief seeing that we're both okay, and hugs me again.
"I was so scared," She whispers into my neck.
"I know," I nod. "But I'm okay." I pull back and look into her eyes. "You can't get rid of me that easy," I wink.
A small smile graces her lips, and she kisses me. "I love you," She says between kisses as our lips hold tightly together.
"Ugh, get a room," Quinn groans.
"Your eyes aren't even open," I look down at the girl, who looks like she'd be asleep if she hadn't just spoken.
"I can hear it," She shudders.
I kick the side of her shin with my foot, causing her to open one eye at me. Just as she opens her mouth to say something, we hear car tires crunching on the gravel behind us.
The car comes to a stop and Mike hops out, clipboard in hand. "Quinn, Santana." He greets professionally. "And, Britt?" He asks more than says, clearly surprised she's here.
"Good job, you two. You did exactly what you were told to do…I applaud the effort." He bows his head slightly, giving his thanks.
"So, where do we go with this now?" I ask.
"Well, we're going to investigate both locations, where he was sitting and this parking lot, and then we'll let you know anything we find from there."
"Okay, but is there any threat?"
"Not that we're aware of right now. It's actually a relief that it's just Sebastian…he can't do much harm."
"No, but he works closely with Rory," Quinn joins in. "And Rory can do that much harm."
"We don't have any evidence that makes us believe this is all Rory's doing. Like I've said before, we've spotted Sebastian on the streets multiple times before, and nothing's ever come of it. This could be another one of those times."
"But what if it's not?" I ask. "What if all this is leading somewhere and by the time you realize it, it's too late?"
"I highly doubt that's the case," Mike says flatly.
"No, I'm with Santana on this one," Quinn says.
He lets out a sigh. "Look, do either of you have any evidence that this can lead to foul play?"
"No, but that's not our job," Quinn says harshly.
"Wait, wait…Sebastian was with Blaine," I say as the realization dawns on me. "He was with him in New York, apparently giving him a job interview or something."
Mike looks at us, expressionless. "Santana, that's not anything to be concerned about."
"How the hell is it not, Mike?!" I exclaim, getting frustrated that he doesn't seem to care about any of this. "All this is happening right under your nose!"
"All what is happening, Santana?" He takes a step closer. "We don't have a clue what Sebastian could be doing, or why Rory or him would want to attack now, so what leverage do you have to get us to believe you."
"I don't have anything concrete, but this can't all be one big coincidence!"
"Yes, it can," He says firmly. "Sebastian's just a member of Rory's squad, same as you and Quinn are to The Shadow League…he can have a life of his own."
"Okay, but what would he want with Blaine? And why would he follow us to New York?"
"Maybe he didn't follow you…maybe he went with Blaine. You know as well as I do how two-timing Blaine is, Santana…did you ever stop to think that Sebastian is just another one of his side projects?"
"No, it's not that…I can feel it in my gut. Something's not right with this whole thing." I shake my head.
"I disagree," He says softly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Look, why don't you go home, both of you, and rest up for tomorrow? Today seemed to be pretty eventful, and you need the rest."
"Whatever," I shake my head and walk away.
"And we'll let you know if anything comes out of this investigation, Santana!" Mike yells after me.
"Why bother?" I yell back, not turning around.
I hear quick footsteps at my side a moment later, followed by a hand lacing its way into mine. I squeeze Brittany's hand to show her I'm not upset with her and that I'll be fine eventually.
"Lopez!" I hear Quinn call from behind me. I slow my steps down but make no move to turn around. "I'm with you on this one," She says as she appears before me and nods. "Something's up."
"Cool…not much we can do about it, though, is there?" I say, emotionless.
"I don't know…I've never been in this situation before." She looks down. "But I thought you might like to know that someone's on your side in this."
I take a deep breath. "Thanks, Q. I appreciate it." I try to give her a small smile, but I think I'm too pissed off for it to show.
"Want a ride home?" She offers.
"I would, but I'm gonna walk Britt back to work. I can just catch a cab or something…I don't want to hold you up."
"No, I'm not going back to work today," Brittany says. "I'll come home with you." She nods.
"You're sure? I'm probably not the best company right now."
"Doesn't matter," She shrugs. "We're in this through thick and thin, right? Together?" She holds our conjoined hands up.
I nod. "Together."
"Alright, then…I'll give you guys a ride home," Quinn says as she turns around to walk to her car. "But no making out in the backseat." She spins on her heel and points her finger at us.
"No promises," I chuckle, causing Brittany to giggle and Quinn to let out an annoyed grunt.
/
"What are you thinking for dinner?" Brittany asks as we walk in the door of my apartment.
"I don't know…I'm not too hungry right now. Tina's gonna be home in a while, so we can check with her then."
I plop on the couch and sink into the cushions. Part of me wishes the pillows would just swallow me whole so I didn't have to deal with all this anymore.
"You want to talk about it?" Brittany sits on the couch next to me and pulls her legs beneath her, fully facing me.
"There's really nothing to talk about, Britt."
"Santana…I know you, so I'm not that easy to fool. Obviously this is bothering you."
"So? What does it matter?" I sit up straight and cross my arms. "I'm apparently being unreasonable."
"I don't think you're being unreasonable…I think you're just worried."
"Yeah, well, you don't have a say in this whole thing, do you?" I stand up abruptly. "No…you don't. It's Mike and his gang of baboons sitting there all high and mighty, thinking they know everything. No one else's opinions matter."
"Yeah," She says quietly and looks down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers.
I instantly feel bad about taking that tone with her, but it's so damn frustrating! I take a deep breath before moving back toward the couch and sitting down gently.
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to speak to you like that." I reach over to stop her hands from fidgeting. "I just don't get it, you know? Like all the signs are there, so what's stopping them from seeing my point? Sometimes I just feel like no one listens or cares about what I have to say." I sigh.
"I care." She looks up at me. "I know I don't have any power with The Shadow League, but you know I'm always in your corner, right? Even if you do turn out to be wrong, I'll still stick by you."
"I know, Britt." I nod. "It just feels so hopeless sometimes."
"Well, that's why you have me." She scoots closer to me. "To give you hope when you feel like it's all lost. To build you back up when you feel knocked down."
"How do you know I feel knocked down?" I scrunch my brows.
"I know you, Santana." She smirks. "Better than you think."
We stare into each other's eyes for a moment before I continue. "You know you have me, too, right? I'll be there for you like you're there for me."
"I know," She nods. "But right now, we're focusing on you. What can I do to make you feel better now?"
I look down at the floor, feeling all the frustrations and emotions from the day all coming to the surface.
"Can you just hold me?" I practically squeak.
"Of course," She coos, opening her arms for me to fall into.
As soon as I make contact with her, I feel a burning sensation in my eyes and a lump form in my throat. I try my best not to start crying, but a few tears make their way down my cheeks.
"I'm just so scared, Britt." I choke out, and I hate how my voice cracked on the last word. "I don't know what's going on, no one will listen to me, and I just feel stuck. I know he's up to no good…I know it." More tears are escaping my eyes with every word I say, and Brittany starts running her fingers through my hair, calming me. "But I don't know what he's planning to do. I don't know what he was doing in New York, I don't know what he wants with Blaine, and I don't know why he was practically studying your work. And then Quinn put this thought in my mind, one that I was already scared of being a pos-"
"Shh, it's okay." She whispers, interrupting my rambling. "I trust you, and I trust Mike. I'm not worried right now, but I hate that you are." She starts rocking us back and forth. "And I know there's really nothing I can do to put your mind at ease, but I promise to be careful and keep my eye out, okay? And if anything comes up, you'll be the first person I call."
"Okay," I mutter, suddenly feeling very tired.
I feel my eyelids get heavier by the second, and it doesn't take long before I slip into slumber.
/
It's been a few days since the last Sebastian spotting, and surprise surprise, they didn't find anything from the investigation. They hadn't even said anything about the notebook, which I found kinda odd.
Brittany's been staying over at my place since it happened. I told her it was because she comforts me and I need her there, which isn't a lie, but it's not the whole truth either.
Nobody believes me, still, other than Quinn, but there's only so much we can do. Truth is, until all this simmers down or anyone finds something to act on, I want to keep as close an eye on Brittany as possible.
I vowed to myself, and her, that I wouldn't let anything happen, which is easier to do when I have tabs on her at all times. I walk her to work in the mornings, pick her up in the afternoon, and keep tabs on all activity inside and around her workplace.
Some could call this breaking boundaries, but I call it being cautious. I can't be too safe when it comes to Britt, so I have to have all bases covered.
Today, though, we both got off early to head home and prepare for our friend's night. Tina couldn't get off earlier on a weekday, so Britt and I volunteered to set everything up.
"Who's turn is it to pick the activity this week?" Brittany asks as she reaches for the paper plates in the cabinet.
"Mine, actually…I haven't decided what to pick yet, though." I respond, focused on the pizza order on my laptop.
"Ooo, can we play charades?" She perks up.
I think it over for a second. "That's not a bad idea…plus, it'll be a bonus to see Kurt bust his ass trying to act stuff out."
"How do you know he's going to bust his ass?" She chuckles.
"Because it's Kurt…I'd genuinely be surprised if he didn't" I smile and shut the lid to the computer. "Alright, two pepperoni and two cheese have been ordered."
"Are you getting it delivered, or do we have to pick it up?"
"Delivered. I'm already in my lounge clothes, so you're not gonna catch me out of this apartment again tonight."
She rolls her eyes with a laugh as she starts setting up the table. She places the stack of plates down, followed by six wine glasses. "Should we go with red or white tonight?"
"Mm, red," I respond, watching her move around the kitchen.
"Good choice," She taps my shoulder as she moves past me, headed to the pantry. When she opens the door, she looks down at the small wine rack we have and furrows her brows. "Um, I think you guys are out."
"What? How?" I walk over to her. "I could've sworn we just bought some."
"Do you remember when?" She raises her eyebrows with a smirk.
I try to rack my brain of the last time we went grocery shopping, and my mind goes blank. "No?" I question more than say.
"Then someone needs to go get some," She laughs. "I can run to the corner store really quick and grab a bottle."
"Yeah, let me just change into different pants and we can-"
"You don't have to come…I can buy a bottle of wine alone, Santana." She says with a chuckle as she walks to the foyer to grab her wallet.
"I know you are, Britt, but I'd feel more comfortable if I went with you." I follow behind her.
"Look, I get your concern, I do…but I'll be fine for 10 minutes on my own. Plus, someone has to stay here in case the pizzas get delivered."
"No, you're not going without me. End of discussion." I shake my head and walk towards the hall.
"Santana," She says, sternly. "Why don't I ever get a say?"
"You have a say, Britt. You just don't have an option." I cross my arms and reply in the same tone as her.
"Oh, I have a say? So I'm free to give you my opinions on all this?" She switches her weight between her feet.
"Why not?" I shrug.
"Fine, then. I don't like how you're treating me." She takes a step closer to me. "You're acting like I'm fragile, like I'm a child. I can't do anything alone anymore! I can't go to work, I can't go to the store…I'm starting to feel crowded because I can't ever be independent!" She shouts.
"I don't treat you like a child, Brittany. Sure, maybe I'm hovering over you a little, but that's only because I want you to be safe! And as far as I'm concerned, you're not…not when Sebastian's running around, doing God knows what, and no one seems to give a damn about it! Not even you!" I shout back.
"You think I don't give a damn about it? You're wrong, Santana. Of course I care! I just don't think it's as big of a deal as you're making it out to be. I can see where you're coming from, but Mike has told you time and time again that it's nothing to worry about! I mean, don't you think you should listen to someone that has years of more experience than you? What makes you think you're right about all this when you've never dealt with it before?"
Her words stung a little more that time. Does she really think I'm being too dramatic about all this? That I'm wrong?
"You know what?" I raise my hands in surrender. "Believe whatever the fuck you want…listen to me or don't listen to me…I don't care! Go out and get the stupid wine! Do whatever the fuck you want since obviously I'm overexaggerating about all this and 'crowding you!'"
I turn around on my heel and walk back into the kitchen, done with this conversation. I hear the door click a second later and feel my heart sink into my stomach.
I don't think I've ever been upset with Brittany before, and I hate the feeling of it. It's a different kind of upset, though. Sure, I'm a little upset at her, but I'm mostly upset at myself. I'm mad that I made her feel this way and mad that she didn't tell me how she really felt. It all just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
But what hurts the most is that she actually left. I know I told her to, but I doubted that she would do it. I figured she'd follow me into the kitchen, I'd apologize, and we'd make up. That's how it's supposed to work with us. We're not supposed to actually be mad at each other.
As I continue to stew in my thoughts, worry appears at the base of my stomach. She's out there right now, all alone and vulnerable, without me to protect her. What if something happens?
I shake my head of the intruding thoughts and remind myself that this is why we're in this situation right now. I've been treating her like a baby bird, not capable of taking care and protecting herself. And while I have good intentions behind it, there's no doubt I do; Brittany had a point.
She's a grown woman, able to fend for herself. She doesn't need me hovering around her, watching her every move, no matter how much it puts my mind at ease.
A few moments later, I hear the front door open and close, and I rush out of the kitchen, expecting to see Brittany at the door.
"Hey," Tina greets, shrugging off her coat. I try not to look too disappointed at seeing her instead of Brittany.
"Hey," I reply, walking back into the kitchen and taking my previous seat at the table.
"Where's Britt?" She asks after entering the room and not seeing the blonde.
"She went out to get a bottle of wine for tonight…apparently, we're out." I gesture towards the pantry.
"Oh, okay."
She gets a bottle of water out of the fridge and holds one out to me, offering it. I shake my head and she puts it back in the fridge, eyeing me skeptically.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
"I'm fine," I respond stoically.
"You seem a little-"
She's interrupted by a knock at the door. She raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
"It's the pizzas." I say as I stand up.
She slowly nods her head in realization. "There's money in the cabinet for the tip!" She calls out as I exit the room.
I open the drawer, grab a few bills out, and open the front door.
Who I see is definitely not who I expected. It's gotten to the point that I don't even get nervous when I see him; I just get aggravated.
"So, you work at a pizza place now?" I ask, leaning up against the door frame.
"Nope…this uniform belongs to the poor young boy that's now knocked out by the dumpsters in the parking lot." Sebastian sneers. "Man, the kid never saw it coming." He chuckles.
"What do you want?" I get straight to the point.
"Oh, I just wanted to be able to deliver these to you personally." He holds the pizza boxes out to me, but I make no move to grab them from his hands.
"Not what you wanted with the kid…I don't care so much about that. I want to know what you want with me." I narrow my eyes.
"Oh, I don't need anything from you anymore, so it's all good." He shrugs his shoulders. "You made it a lot easier than I thought, so really, thank you." He says cheery.
"I didn't give you anything." I grit. "So, are you going to answer the question, or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?"
"Um, I answered the question. And, yes, you did give me something." He smirks.
"Okay, fine. What exactly did I give you?"
"Oh, you should know by now what that is," He grins. "I mean, there's no way you haven't noticed that you're little blonde girlfriend isn't back yet."
At that moment, all I see is red. Before I had a chance to think about my actions, I smacked the pizza boxes to the side and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pushing him against the wall on the opposite side of the hall.
"You better not have laid a fucking hand on her," I growl.
"I…can't…breathe," He gasps out.
"Tell me you didn't lay a hand on her!" I slam him against the wall again, smacking the back of his head against the surface.
"Ow," He winces.
"What did you do with her?!" I yell.
"Technically," He tries to raise a finger up. "I didn't do anything…I sent Karofsky to get her."
"Oh, you wanna joke about this?" I challenge. "Well, let's see if you find this funny!"
Just as I raise my fist back, ready to punch him square in the face, I feel hands wrap around my arm and pull me back.
"Santana! What the hell are you doing?!" Tina scolds, shoving me away from Sebastian. "God, what is with you lately?" She shakes her head and hands Sebastian a twenty-dollar bill. "Sorry about that." She smiles at him.
He gives a scared smile back and rushes to the staircase. I go inside and grab my car keys and Shadow League card out of my purse before sprinting out the door after him.
"Santana! Where are you going?" I hear Tina yell as I start descending the staircase.
I don't respond to her; too focused on catching up to the prick that got a headstart. As I exit the building, I see a helicopter taking off from an adjacent building and feel panic form in my chest.
I try to take deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating. Panicking wouldn't do any good right now.
I pull my card out and call the only person I know who is on my side with this. I don't care about proving my accuracy to anyone right now…I just want Brittany back.