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"Well I believe we made some progress with Santana." Alex said as she got in bed.
"Yeah she looked like she had fun." Jessica replied, looking concerned.
"What's wrong babe?"
"It's just that I know exactly what she's thinking because I've been down that road. The road of where you are so filled with self-hate and self pity because you' have unrequited feeling for in your best friend. And all that self-hate and self-pity prevents you from accepting yourself, and because of that I became so depressed that I attempted suicide." Tears flowed from Jessica's eye's and down her cheeks, her wife rubbed her back to calm her down. " I was in a very dark place as a teenager because I couldn't accept who I was, and I didn't talk to anyone about it so it only got worse.
"I know babe, I know. But I think you should tell Santana this., I think it might get her to open up to you."
Jessica nodded in agreement, "Yeah I'll talk to her in morning."
As Jessica walked down the stairs to the kitchen she heard the refrigerator door slam shut. When she got into the kitchen she saw Santana at the table eating a bowl of chocolate Ricekrispies. "Well you're an early rise, aren't you?" Jessica laughed as she greeted her niece.
"Clearly." Santana replied.
"You have fun last night?" Jessica asked as she poured herself a bowl of Ricekrispies.
"I guess." Santana blushed as she said this.
"I guessed so. I mean, you just looked you were having a miserable time dancing with that brunette." Santana blushed even more. "Santana you know you have nothing to be ashamed about right?"
"I know." Santana said.
Jessica notice the amount of guilt in Santana's face as she said this. "Are you sure? Because your face is telling me otherwise."
"No." Santana mumbled on the verge of tears.
"Santana." Jessica said as she gave her a hug. "Come on, let's go up stairs to the family, so we can talk on the couch."
"Fine." Santana said, trying to hold back her tears. By the time they got upstairs Santana was full out sobbing, she held nothing back because there was no point.
Jessica was glad Santana was letting out her pain. She was glad that Santana was taking a different route than she did. She rubbed her back to help calm her down. Eventually Santana's tears slowed, and soon after that Santana stop crying enough for Jessica to talk to her. "Santana there is nothing wrong with you."
"Yeah I know. I know that I am who I am, and I can't change that. It's just, where I live, there are a lot of homophobes. Like my friend Kurt was harassed so much that he changed school, just because he's gay."
"That's rough. Are you afraid that will happen to you?"
"Yeah. I don't want to have to change schools because it would be safer for me, and I don't want to lose my friends."
"But if they're your true friends they will support you not abandon you."
"Yeah, but if I am out then the whole world will change." Jessica could see the fear in Santana eyes and she said this.
"Yeah it will. Some people won't supportive, but a lot will."
"Doesn't seem that way in Lima." Santana grumbled
"If that's true the only way it will get better is if more people come out, and that starts with you." Santana nodded in agreement.
"I want to, I'm just scared to."
"No one is fearless when they come out Santana, no one is. It takes a lot of courage to do so."
"No shit Sherlock." Santana laughed while Jessica rolled her eyes. "Can we go finish breakfast or do you wan to continue this heart to heart."
"Do you need to?" Jessica asked as she raised an eyebrow
Santana shook her head, "I' m good. And… um.. thanks for everything."
"No problem Santana."
Later that morning Jessica left for work, leaving Alex and Santana. To war doff boredom the tow of them played Halo on Xbox 360. Among the yelling and the screaming Santana and Alex began to talk, "So what exactly does my aunt do? Like I know she is very well off, but no idea why."
Alex laughed "Your aunt owns a one of the major studios."
"Holy-shit-fucks!" Santana yelled in awe.
"I know. Take that you piece of alien shit!" Alex yelled at the TV
Santana laughed a little, " And you?"
"I model." Alex replied. And then it dawned on her. Alex was Alex Caringer, the most sought after model in the world, and the richest one at that too. Alex noticed the light bulb that went off in Santana's head, "I was surprised that you didn't recognize me before."
"Sorry it slipped my mind."
"It's okay, besides it is nice to be treated as a normal and not a celebrity."
Santana laughed, "I guess so." She said as she destroyed an alien.
