"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...
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