Flying to Miami to surprise her fag was a relatively standard Santana Lopez thing to do. The pair of them were extremely close, and Santana always did love a good surprise. At least a good surprise she wasn't on the receiving end of. She'd been to Miami before to visit Puck, and she knew where he and Blaine lived, so there was no need to warn Sebastian of her impending arrival. Just the knowledge that she was going to shock the pants off him (hopefully not literally) when she turned up there.

So it was with a smug smirk that she waited on the other side of the door, breaking into a full-on grin when Sebastian opened it. "You could, babe, but I don't think it would do you a hell of a lot of good. I'm sure it's a perfectly nice cock as far as cocks go." Letting her cool demeanor go, she stepped into Blaine and Puck's apartment and gave Sebastian a hug. "How the hell was Europe, bitch? You promised to Skype and call, and you never did, so I take it you had a good time?"

Eyebrows raised, she glanced around the room as she followed Sebastian to the livingroom. "Where's Jez? Please tell me that you didn't lose him in Europe or something. I don't think I could deal with a heartbroken fag who misplaced his twin brother. This is why I chose a near-heartless bitch to be hag to, you know..." She was kidding, though. There weren't many secrets between the two of them, and one of the ones that Santana kept most closely for Sebastian's sake was the fact that the bitch queen had a heart. Just a very carefully guarded one.