Protective Mother Syndrome

"So I heard from a reliable source that you were trying to break my baby gays apart," a hand is suddenly turning him from the line to the counter.

"I'm sorry, do I know you, Vergara?" Sebastian frowns with a chuckle, approaching the cashier.

Santana rolls her eyes "The name's Lopez, douchenozzle. Now I suggest you get your giraffe ass to follow me because what I'm about to say will only be said once." Her eyes flick towards the menu "And I like my coffee black, make it a tall order, I gots to meet my girl after this. Throw in a cookie if you want me to make the torment light."

Sebastian slowly raises an eyebrow and looks at her defiantly.

First impression of Santana? Feisty.

Did he like her? Totally.

Did he actually want to listen to her? Hell no. He doesn't have the time to hear nagging, bitchy mother types lecture him. Jesus, he had enough of that at home.

Sebastian takes the two coffee cups and a Christmas cookie towards a glaring Santana in the corner of the shop.

"As you were saying, Ms Lopez?" Sebastian plasters an amused look on his face as he handed her order across the table.

"Let me start off by saying that you are," Santana bites of a part of the cookie "the absolute biggest douchebag I've ever met. But you're kind of endearing, but besides that point."

The boy smirks with a "not the first time I've heard that before." And a sip of his coffee

"I've just found out you're trying to split up Kurt and Blaine," she says, voice business-like and posture stiff.

She sighs softly before continuing"And as a bitch that's been there before, I'm impressed by your persistence. Eyebrows and Babyface are basically relationship steel. But as their friend, I want nothing more than to spill this scalding coffee down your pants and hope you have a permanent third-degree burn on your dick and die."

"Sounds awfully kinky," Sebastian nods at her "Are we done here?"

"Shut your whore mouth, I'm not finished." Santana snaps, before glancing at him blankly "Actually we are, but just remember the fact that you, Sebastian Smythe, are on my list. And don't doubt me for a second here, Timon. I know where you live."

She flashes him a final cutting glare when he sits there, looking stunned.

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