"They all hate you, you know," the Latina said to the tall, slender, uniform-clad boy who was walking ahead of her, as he headed in the direction of the parking lot after the performance of Black and White and their confrontation.

He came to a halt and turned around to face the smirking girl. "Excuse me?"

"The Warblers. Your so-called team. To them, you're nowhere near the leader that Blaine was, I can tell," Santana Lopez stated, matter-of-factly.

The signature Sebastian Smythe smirk appeared, and he ran his tongue behind his lips, letting out a soft chuckle. He glanced quickly at his shoes before focusing back on her with his piercing green eyes. "I'm sorry, did you think you knew anything about me?"

Santana, herself, let out her own condescending laugh as if to counter his. "I know everything I need to know about you, Smythe. Your daddy dearest buys you the world, including your friends. You think you have everyone wrapped around your finger, when really, nobody would come to your funeral," she spat her words at him. His gaze at her never broke, but there was a change in emotion-one Santana couldn't quite interpret.

"Yes, I'm sure your assumptions are accurate, Lopez," his words dripped with sarcasm. "I'm the stereotypical wealthy private school student who doesn't give much of a damn about anyone. How long did it take you to figure that one out?"

Before she could reply, he turned around and kept on walking, hands inserted into the pockets of his perfectly pressed slacks.

"Yes, daddy, I'm on my way," Santana grumbled into her cellphone before hanging up. Dr. Lopez had urged his daughter to participate in community service, in order to hold up the image of the family. Hispanics are already looked down upon, hija, we have a chance to be more than our race, she remembered him saying once. Of course, due to the fact that Ramon Lopez was a general practitioner, it was only fitting that Santana would be volunteering at the hospital.

Leaving the provocative candystriper costume at home for Halloween usage, Santana had come dressed in her Cheerio uniform, straight from practice. She was tired and miserable, and community service had been the last thing on her mind. Another evening of delivering gift baskets to rooms was far from ideal.

She followed her usual routine, checking into the gift shop before taking off with a cart full of obnoxious balloons, candy baskets and other types of things to clutter hospital beds with. She never understood the practice-why would someone who was sick want a damn balloon? Never having stayed overnight at the hospital, she failed to grasp the sentimentality of the gesture and settled in simply accepting it. The hours went on as the cart's contents dwindled down to its last packages, until finally there was only one left. The number of the room, 249, was in the East Wing-an area specifically for those undergoing intensive treatment. Usually, chemotherapy patients were placed there to prepare or recover, and even the coldhearted Santana felt her eyes well up whenever she passed by the place.

Stopping her cart in front of the room, she approached the already open door, peering inside from a few meters away. Her eyes widened, shocked at the sight in front of her. Sebastian Smythe sat beside an elderly woman on the bed, both sharing smiles as they looked to be in a pleasant conversation. Santana froze in place, to the point where she could see what was going on in the room but not vice versa, and listened in on the faint sounds of their conversation.

"Sebastian, mon cheri, what is zis formal ball your mother says you refuse to attend?" the woman asked, struggling with the pronunciation of her english. Santana assumed the woman was french, judging from the thick accent, and listened on.

"It's nothing, grandmere, Dalton always has these events, c'est rien to miss one," Sebastian replied, effortlessly switching between his own french and english words. "Besides, it's the same day as your birthday, and you know there's no way I'd miss that." Upon hearing that sentence, Santana raised an eyebrow, unable to believe the Sebastian she was witnessing. She formulated the theory that the "grandmere" in this situation must have a lot of money that Sebastian was interested in, there was no way he was sitting there talking to his own grandmother out of the pure goodness of his heart. She knew Sebastian.

As the old woman laughed and waved Sebastian's comment off, Santana figured it would be wise to complete her job, as she took a deep breath and knocked on the door lightly, package of gifts in one hand. The two in the room looked up, Sebastian's own eyes widening before his mouth turned into its smug grin. "Lopez," he acknowledged her. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Smythe," she replied, shooting him a dirty look before turning to his grandmother and putting on her sweetest smile. "These are for you." She placed the basket on the bedside table, and the old woman smiled back-hers, of course, was genuine.

"Do you know each other?" the woman asked curiously. Santana opened her mouth to answer, but Sebastian was already ahead of her.

"Grandmere, this is Santana Lopez," he explained slowly to his grandmother. "She's in that other glee club I was telling you about earlier. Santana, this is my grandmother, Lucille."

At the recalling of the conversation, Lucille's eyes lit up as she smiled even more. "You are Dr. Lopez's daughter, am I correct?" she asked, and Santana nodded. "He's a very sweet man, and I bet it must run in the family." After hearing the statement, Santana looked at Sebastian, who was trying to stifle a snicker. Shooting yet another dirty look at him, her eyes filled with anger over the presence of the boy.

"Well, I should be going, grandmere," Sebastian announced to Lucille as he stood up, then proceeded to kiss her on the cheek and give the frail woman a hug.

"You take care, mon petit prince," Lucille said as she embraced him, keeping the smile that she had formed awhile back. He nodded, and walked out of the room. Awkwardly, Santana decided that she, too, should make her own exit, shortly waving goodbye at the woman before exiting the room herself.

Upon her first few steps of the hallway, she caught up with Sebastian, not letting this event go unexplained. "Smythe. So tell me. What does your adorable grandmother have that you want?" she asked the Warbler. Mirroring their first encounter, Sebastian turned around to face her.

"You tell me, Lopez, since you know me so well," he replied curtly, smirking before turning around once again and walking away, leaving Santana Lopez, for once in her life, speechless.