Blaine and Santana walked through the park and up to Blaine's cousin, Tony Woodward. He lived in Central City but was visiting for a while.
"Hey, Tony." Blaine greeted the teenager. "This is my friend, Santana."
"Lovely to meet you, Santana." Tony replied in a charming way.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Tone it down there." She said and Tony looked confused. After all, he wasn't used to women stopping him from flirting.
"She's Lesbian." Blaine informed the man.
"Oh. Sorry-"
"Hey Gay Face." A voice interrupted. Everyone turned to see the cocky grin of Sebastian Smythe walking towards them but his face fell and he stopped when he caught sight of Tony.
"Allen?" Tony questioned.
Blaine and Santana were confused but brushed it off as him mistaking Sebastian for someone else.
"Tony? Tony Woodward?" Sebastian asked, his voice wavering with what seemed like nervousness which confused the two bystanders even more.
"No fricken way." Tony laughed. "This is where you disappeared to. What? Move out her from embarrassment?" He laughed again.
"Tony, This is Sebastian Smythe." Blaine introduced, annoyed.
"He's the one that almost blinded Blaine." Santana added, arms folded over her chest.
Tony laughed in disbelief. "Seriously?"
Santana and Blaine nodded while glaring daggers at the Dalton Boy.
"And the Bullied becomes Bully." Tony says with a smirk as Sebastian clenched his jaw. "Shut up, Tony." He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Or what? You gonna stab me like your old man?"
"He didn't do it!" Sebastian yelled.
"He did! He's a murder!" Tony yelled back, enjoying torturing the kid again.
"What's going on?" Blaine asked as the two New Directions looked between the glaring boys.
"He didn't tell you?" Tony questioned.
"Tell us what?" Santana asked, ready for some dirt on Twink.
"This isn't Sebastian or whatever he goes by now. His name is Barry Allen. He's from Central City, just like me. We even went to School together." The New Direction members noticed how Sebastian or Barry looked away, not making eye contact with any of them.
"One night, when we were eleven, Barry's Dad murdered his mother and this freak claimed it wasn't his Dad but a 'lightning Man'" he mocked.
"My Dad didn't do it." Barry snapped.
"Yes, he did, Allen. When are you going to grow up and accept that there's was no Man in Lightning? When are you gonna come back to Central City, too? I miss my favorite punching bag." Tony smirked Evily and cracked his knuckles.
"Okay, that's enough." Santana, of all people, stopped the Interaction.
"Blaine, take your jerk of cousin out of here and Twink," she turned to Sebastian who looked away. "You coming with me." She ordered as Blaine had already led his cousin away.
"No, I'm not." Barry replied and turned away.
Santana reached out and grabbed his jacket collar, basically dragging him away as Sebastian tried not to fall on the ground.
She dragged him inside her car and locked the door so he couldn't get out. "This is kidnapping." Sebastian growled.
"Put a sock in it, Meerkat." Santana snapped as Sebastian folded his arms over his chest and glared out his window.
"Anywhere we can go that's private?" She asked. No answer. "Look, we're doing this no matter what so we can do it on your turf, or in public. You choose?"
"My house." Sebastian mumbled.
"Sorry, what?" Santana asked, putting a hand to her ear.
"My house." He spoke louder, his voice angry.
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Once they arrived at Sebastians house, Santana gaped. It was huge, yes, but it didn't actually seem very welcoming. It was three stories tall and completely white. The garden was pathetic though. It was overgrown and unmanaged. The sky above was dreary and could put a damper on any mood.
"That's a... cheery home." Santana managed.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Glad I asked for your opinion. I would appreciate if you unlocked the door now." He spat out.
It was Santana's turn to roll her eyes but she did just that and unlocked the car doors. Sebastian immediately got out and briskly walked up to the double doors with Santana hot on his tail.
He opened the doors and peered inside before opening them to Santana. "What was that about?" She questioned his behavior.
"Nothing." He muttered and the two walked inside. The inside wasn't as cheerful as one would think it would be. Everything was plain. Expensive looking, yes, but dull and depressing.
"Hurry up." Sebastian said as he was on the stairs while Santana still stood in front of the doors. She snapped out of it and followed the boy upstairs to what appeared to be his room.
She looked at the decor and realized she seemed to not know the real Sebastian as much as she thought she did. Sebastian sat down on his bed and watched as Santana observed the posters of quadratic equations, the Periodic table, and other nerdy things.
"You done yet?" He asked after a few minutes.
She turned to him. "Speak. Or I will follow you around until the day you die."
Sebastian sighed and stood up. He walked to a board of what seemed like homework assignments and such and put it up to show Santana the newspapers, pictures, tacks, string, and more that made up what appeared to be a murder board.
"What's is all this?" She asked, eyes landing in an article that stood out. She read the Title in her head. "Local Doctor Murders Wife"
"This is my life" Was Sebastians reply.
"To sum it all up, when I was eleven, My Mother was murdered. The police say it was my Dad but I know it wasn't. I was there that night, I saw what really killed her." He explained.
"If you know who killed her why didn't you tell anyone?" Santana asked in disbelief.
"I did. But nobody listened. After all, what I said was the impossible." He said quietly.
"Which was?"
"Nothing important at the moment. Anyway, I moved in with a foster family, which just happened to be my best friends family, and grew up. The bullying became worse until I suffered injuries so bad that Joe decided to send me to Ohio to live with his old buddies Sister and her husband. I changed my name to Sebastian Smythe. I became a Jerk, and I'm sorry even though I know it doesn't change anything. Now here we are." He summed up.
"If you were bullied, why did you become a bully. I'm finding this hard to believe." Santana spoke.
"Believe what you want." He shrugged. "I became Sebastian to protect myself from fear of being hurt again. He's like a defense mechanism that I can't shake here. Life was oddly easier in Central City." He muttered the last part.
"Tell me more." Santana urged. "Help me to understand and maybe, just maybe, will I be able to forgive your Meerkat face for everything you've done."
Sebastian was confused and didn't believe her words but went on to explain his actions and why he did what he did. Santana listened intently the entire explanation.
Once he was done, silence followed.
A few seconds went by before Santana spoke.
"I'll help you." She said, causing Barry or Sebastian to furrow his brows.
"What? Help with what?" He questioned.
"I will help you find your Moms killer. I'll help you find the Lightning Man." She replied, her face and voice serious.
"Wait.... You believe me?" He asked, not expecting this but more a bunch of laughing and insults and blackmail and such.
"Yes." She answered. "And since you've been totally honest with me, I'll be honest with you. Your an amazing singer. Your hot for a boy and don't
have a meerkat face. And I forgive You."