Arms of the Angel (7/?)
“Why do you bother?” Sebastian muttered.
“Because I actually care about people, hard as that might be to believe,” Santana replied, wiping the food off the cabinets and the walls.
“If you really cared about me-” but Sebastian bit his tongue. He knew this was a sore spot with Santana, and as much of a jerk as he might be, he wasn’t going to throw this in her face.
“Here,” Santana said, leaning down with another plate. “You haven’t thrown up for the last twenty minutes. I think you can keep some food down.”
Sebastian refused to let her feed him. He wanted to keep at least some of his dignity to himself. Unfortunately, about fifteen minutes later, all dignity was going the way of the food: into the toilet, getting flushed down by a sighing Santana.
“At least it’s not bile,” Santana said with an eye-roll.
“Well, listen to you talk pretty, Sunshine,” Sebastian said sarcastically.
Santana looked like she was ready to kick Sebastian out, or at the very least hit him, but all she did was grab a chair and sit down directly between Sebastian and the door. Sebastian began to talk quickly, hoping she’d let him out soon.
“You don’t understand what the real world is like. You live up in a huge penthouse here! You don’t know what’s going on. I need the heroin and cocaine to function!”
“You need the heroin and cocaine about as much as I need another man in my life!” Santana replied, shooting him a dirty look.
“Another man?” Sebastian laughed. “Aren’t you gay?”
“Aren’t you?” Santana immediately retorted. “I didn’t catch you saying no to Alodia.”
The name sent bile rising up Sebastian’s throat again, but he was up and raring to go the moment he was done throwing up. “What about you and Tod?”
“Tod was cute,” Santana replied before she realized the lie. She couldn’t even remember what he looked like.
Sebastian felt something shrivel up and die inside him, probably the remains of his esophagus. “I knew it!” Sebastian guffawed too loudly. “You’re a slut. You’ll fuck anyone with a pulse, won’t you? Just like you did during high school.”
“While we’re talking about sluts, Sebastian,” Santana rose, “I could tell you about your failed attempts to seduce my dol-I mean, Kurt and Blaine.”
Sebastian snickered loudly. “Ha!” he laughed. “I knew it! Even Brittany couldn’t stand you! The one person who might have been stupid enough to-”
Suddenly, Santana was on top of him, pinning him down to the floor. “Don’t you dare call her stupid, you asshole. What kind of person do you think you are?”
“I AM IN PAIN!” Sebastian roared at her.
She turned away and let go, but not out of defeat. “Your breath stinks, Weasel-face,” she said, turning around to go back to her chair. Incensed, Sebastian jumped up, using his anger to stead his shaky legs and force Santana against the wall. Fear flashed across Santana’s face. Clearly, she had not been expecting him to be able to pin her down too, but she quickly got over her fear and began to struggle against him. Sebastian felt his grip on her shoulders start to fail, raised his fist, swung it back, and brought it forward in a forceful punch.