Smooth Criminal (Glee/The Flash fan fiction)

Chapter 7

Yaaay for an update!!

So Sorry it took so long :( 

It's very hard to write. It mixes with school and laziness and sometimes Inspiration hits me where I can't even reach the computer so yeah. It's hard. 

But the Good News is, in the later updates you will finally see Team Flash!! Huzzah!!

Thank you for keeping up with my turtle updates!! Please talk to me and entertain me LOL it's been very stressful lol -_-

Hope you enjoy this update! Sorry for the wait and sorry I updated at night, I'm a bit jet-lagged lol. My cousin just arrived in Australia and I'm like 0_0

Love you all! 

-Lyn x

SANTANA LOPEZ

Santana was up early and decided to go for a jog. Brittany didn't feel like it because she wanted to hang out with Barbie girl more but Miss Smoak wouldn't be back until tonight or whenever. This bothered Santana, having Brittany have another woman in her life that she adores. It should be a regular thing because Brittany's only a fan girl and Santana knows where her loyalties lie. If something happened to Santana, she'd be the first one at her side.

Zedd managed to lift up her spirits as he DJ-ed his way through Santana's jog. She only decided to see the town for a bit. She hoped that Central City would be some kind of town where it was all grass and small houses but she judged wrongly. It was way scientific and developed even more so than what they had in Ohio. Tall buildings and business people roamed the place like New York. She stops for a breather only to realize something, she was standing in front of a 7-Eleven. It was time to give Sebastian a wake up call.

[Sebastian]

Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...Buzz

What the actual hell? Sebastian rolls in bed and turns to his awfully sounding alarm clock. He looks at the time; it's only six-thirty in the morning. He sits up in bed and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. It is just another day to figure out what to do with his life and if the answers to his unsolved mystery about his family will ever be answered. Then he remembered the big lump of fat that he left lifeless in his childhood home. He was a murderer and authorities are maybe looking for him right now. Out of anxiety he picks up his phone just in case they were but no calls or texts or tweets that concerned him which he was relieved of.

Sebastian prepares himself a cup of coffee and plate of toast and eggs. As he waits for the toast, he drinks his coffee, pacing around his living room when he spots his old Warbler uniform that is now hanged and framed in the wall above the fireplace. He lets out a sigh, when he was Warbler all the stress that his father gave him all washed away whenever he sang songs with the group as if singing was his remedy. Now, he hardly even got the chance to hold a microphone, much less sing in public. Plus, he wasn't a shower-singing guy.

He hears the toaster click and makes his way to the kitchen to bring out his plate to the living room. When he places the plate and his coffee down, he hears the doorbell. "Newspaper's here already?" He mutters and looks at his watch, too early to be delivering the mail, he thought.

He opens the door, "Can I help—" Ice freezing liquid blinded him and his vision went purple when he screams in pain and horrifying surprise. The ice was in his eyes and they try his best to wipe the liquid out of his vision but the cold from the drink made his hands go stiff. He manages to wipe his eyes with his arm before catching his breath, putting his hands on his knees.