Hey guys!
So uh.. I meant to post this chapter last month, but I ended up going somewhere that Saturday and I completely forgot. I'm so sorry, guys.
This is the final chapter I have written, so I will try my hardest to get the inspiration flowing When the writing going, but it might be awhile.
So, thank you for all of the support, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter eight.
Santana's POV.
I watched quietly as the Glee Club fought about something. I wasn't exactly sure what they were fighting about, but they were fighting.
My mind was on other things, or thing. Even though it has been a month since Sebastian had gone home from the hospital, I was still worried. The boy was hurt and had amnesia, who wouldn't worry?
"Hello, earth to Santana." Someone sang, and I looked up.
"What?" I demanded as I crossed my arms. I'm not sure I cared about their crap. Why would I? I didn't care who got the next solo, because I knew it wouldn't be me. No one trusted me since they found out I had been spending time with Sebastian.
Before they could answer, my phone began ringing. I looked down and frowned as I didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" I asked hesitantly.
It was probably a full minute before I got an answer. But my answer scared me. "S'tana?" I heard someone whimper, and my heart began pounding. That someone was Sebastian.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. "Seb, what's wrong?"
"I.. I can't remember." He sobbed, and I frowned. What can't he remember? I mean, I knew that he couldn't remember anything after getting on a plane to go to Ohio. But what had he forgotten?
"Seb, calm down." I told him. He obviously was going to be sick if he didn't calm down. "What's the problem? Where are the other boys?" I asked.
Sebastian gulped in two deep breaths, then began to talk again. "I.. I-I went on a w-walk, and.. And I don't know where I a-am!" He explained as he burst into a fresh set of tears.
"Shh.. Don't worry, I'll come find you." I soothed as a wave of sympathy rushed over me, and I stood up to leave McKinley and play a game of I Spy. "Is there anyone around?" I asked him.
Sebastian stayed quiet for a few seconds, then answered. "Yeah." He said softly. "Why?"
I nodded. "Okay, I want you to go up to them and ask what street you're on." I told him. "But whatever you do, don't go with them if they offer that!" I quickly added.
"Tana, I'm not dumb." He said. "I didn't forget not to go with strangers."
I chuckled. "Okay, okay." I replied jokingly as I got in my car.
After a few minutes, Sebastian gave me his location, and I was on my way. I will admit that I went over the speed limit, but I was too worried about Sebastian to care about the 55 mph speed limit.
"Santana!" Sebastian cried as I got out of my car. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming!" He told me, then wrapped his arms around me in a hug.
I stood there shocked for probably three minutes. Sebastian Smythe was hugging me. What had happened to those days where he was slushie-ing me? "Okay, get in." I finally told him.
He nodded, then quickly got in. "Sorry." He mumbled as he looked down at his feet.
I grabbed his hand. "Don't apologize." I said, causing him to look back up at me. Sadly, I couldn't make eye contact because I was driving. "I'm not mad. I'm glad you're okay." I added, then began thinking about what I had said. I knew that I was happy he was okay, but I felt something else along with the relief, almost like butterflies, and I was excited to be spending this time with him. Now that he was here, I realized just how much I had missed him.
"Where are we going?" He asked as he looked out the window. It looked picturesque, and I wanted that picture.
"Umm, back to McKinley." I told him. "I hope you don't mind." I don't know if he remembered anything about McKinley or that he "hated the stench of public schools".
He shook his head. "I don't mind." He said, then blushed? Maybe it was just the color of his cheeks and I was imagining the blush. "As long as I'm with you."
So, I hope you enjoyed. Sebastian has very obviously fallen for her, but will Santana follow down the same road? Please vote and comment to find out! And I would love to know your thoughts about the chapter.
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