“Why’s he here?” Mercedes hisses at Santana, drawing her attention up to the boys who had just come into the auditorium.

“I have no idea,” Santana snaps back, even as her stomach drops and goosebumps form along her bare arms. He was alive?

“Santana!” His voice rings out in the silence of the interrupted rehearsal. “We need to talk.”

“Piss off, Sebastian,” she says, voice barely controlled.

“Oh, don’t tell me,” Sebastian says, smirking. “You haven’t told your friends that you tried to kill me, have you?”

26 February 20

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