A/N: We're just gonna pretend that Lima and Westerville (where Dalton is) are much closer than they actually are. M'kay?
Julia had just gotten off the phone with Blaine and she could feel anger coursing through her veins. He had just been voicing all his worries about his upcoming surgery to Julia who couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy and slightly angry as to how Sebastian even had the audacity to harm someone like that.
But that wasn't the only reason why she had stormed up to Dalton Academy, alone might I add.
She needed a distraction from her anxiety over the arrival of her NYADA letter and needed to focus all her energy into something that wasn't putting more stress on her shoulders. And one particular Warbler seemed to be the best distraction and best target for Julia to channel all her emotions toward.
And while the freckled girl felt guilty for not telling Santana about her on foot trip to Dalton, she technically didn't lie to her girlfriend. Santana had asked Julia "not to cause any trouble with him", and this wasn't necessarily going to cause trouble.
Julia would just pop in, get the information she wanted, and leave. There didn't need to be any trouble involved and Santana never needed to know.
Julia pushed open the back doors of the private school, and lucky for her, the Warblers had just entered from the other side of the room, facing her in their usual formation.
"Hey, Andrew McCarthy, don't know if you heard, but Blaine might lose an eye," Julia told Sebastian who stood at the front of the Warbler pack as Julia walked toward them and through the arrangement of chairs. "The same Blaine who was just besties with most of you not four months ago," Julia addressed the rest of the group, straight-faced (though she was anything but straight).
"Wait, are you serious? Is he going to be okay?" a Warbler named Trent asked, one of the few Julia remembered and the only one who looked genuinely concerned about his fellow former Warbler.
"Well sure, if he doesn't care about seeing in three dimensions," Julia sassed, her cold gaze turning back to Sebastian who glanced back at the single worried Warbler.
"Trent, I got this," he told the boy before meeting Julia's frosty emerald eyes again. "Bummer about Blaine, he was pretty, but that slushy was meant for Kurt."
"You may look like the villain of a cheesy '80s high school movie, but you should know that I am fully prepared to go all Danny LaRusso on your ass," Julia threateningly stepped forward so she was just about a foot away from Sebastian whose face was decorated with a snarky smirk. "Admit you put something in that slushy. What was it, huh? Glass? Asphalt?"
"Red dye number six," Sebastian smoothly answered, holding his smirk as Julia scoffed in response.
"You're a liar," Julia told the boy with a nod, looking up into Sebastian's equally as cold and evil eyes.
"She questioned my honor," Sebastian said with a somewhat shocked yet smug tone, turning back toward his show choir teammates.
Julia couldn't help but roll her eyes at the self-entitled, dramatic boy, Julia crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back on her heels.
"I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradtion," Sebastian told Julia, trying to sound menacing and intimidating as they locked eyes again.
"You wanna have a duel?" Julia scoffed, Sebastian's choice of words sounding insanely stupid and overly sophisticated to her.
Sebastian softly nodded his head with a sarcastic smile as Julia peeked over her shoulder.
"Hey, cello guys, can you hang back for a second? I'm gonna need you for this one," Julia told the two boys behind her, each holding cellos and taking their seats at Julia's command.
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Freckles ➳ Santana Lopez (re-writing)
Fanfiction"I want to be with you. And not just as friends." *** Julia Mendoza appeared to have the world at her feet. She was your cliche, mean, popular cheerleader with a whole lot of sass, completing the Fearsome Foursome which ruled McKinley High and con...
