Author's Note: I do not own Glee so please don't sue. The beginning of this chapter stars with Brittana dirt scene from episode 2x16 (Original Song). Please Review.
She was getting her Calculus book when she saw Brittany walk up to her, Santana was about to do her locker combo, but the moment Britt entered her peripheral vision she forgot it.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Santana nodded staring at her locker. "We used to be really close, and I really miss being your friend."
"Still waiting for the question." Santana said still staring at her locker, desperately wanting to remember her combination.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Santana turns to Brittany, "I don't know, did you? All I know is that you blew me off to be with Stubbles McCripplepants." Santana knew she had gone to far with an insult like that, but being rejected by Brittany just hurt so much. "But it's your loss. Because now I get the chance to write a heterosexual song about Sam, that we're going to sing at Regionals." Santana let her tongue slither as she said "heterosexual".
Concern appeared on Brittany's face, "Wait. You're still dating Sam? But you told me that you were in love with me."
"I honestly don't know what I was thinking." Santana turned back to her locker; she couldn't look at Brittany, especially since she had just lied to her face. The pain she felt a couple of days ago began to resurface, "Look, can you stop staring at me? I can't remember my locker combo."
"Well, well, if it isn't Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-fake boobs." said a snaky Sue.
"Ya'know, you cant talk to us like that anymore." Brittany said as she crossed her arms.
"I'm not anyone's cheerleading coach anymore." Sue stated as she stared them down, "You betrayed me. "Brittany and Santana turned to their lockers, the bell had just rung, "And in case you haven't heard, I like to play dirty." When the two opened their lockers they were covered in a cascade of dirt. Sue laughed to herself as she walked away, leaving the two to cough up dirt.
"I don't even remember putting that in there." Brittany said as she coughed. Santana gave her a look of concern.
After Regionals Santana moped around the house, mostly because she wasn't talking to her best friend, who she hasn't talked to since the dirt incident. She needed to find away to mend her shattered heart. The optimal choice would be that Brittany would dump Artie to be with here, but that was unrealistic. So two option remained: one being that she move on with her life, the other being she commit suicide. She really didn't want to end her life, so the only option that remained was to move on. The difficulty with that was actually get over her.
Luckily it spring-break started after school ended that day. So Santana would have an entire week to pull herself together. Santana thought this meant that it would give her a week to mope around the house. however when she got home from school, she found her mother waiting for her.
"Santana we need to talk." Her mother grabbed her hand before Santana could run up the stairs to her room.
"No we don't." Santana said trying to free herself.
"I'll let go if we talk." Santana nodded, reluctantly. She followed her mother into the family room and then plopped onto the couch.
"What's this about?"
"I understand that you're broken-hearted, and that's completely understandable, but it's unhealthy for you to mope around this house. So I'm sending you to my sister's in L.A. for spring-break "
Santana gaped at her mother, in total shock. She had only met her Aunt Jessica a few time, but she was little and didn't really remember much. She knew Jessica lived in L.A. and that she was loaded, that was it.
"Honey, you are beginning to drool, you might want to close your mouth." her mother laughed.
Santana gave her a small glare as she whipped off her mouth. "Are you sure about this mom? I mean, I haven't seen Jessica since I was a little kid."
"Of course I'm sure. I think you'll find it… to be rather remarkable. Now go pack because your plane leaves in four hours."
When Santana walked into the terminal she saw a lot of people, celebrities, the paparazzi, and her of course her aunt. Jessica was holding up a poster that read "Yo Santana Lopez, Over Here" . Santana laughed a little, as she walked closer to the poster she saw a tall, athletic, Latina who was wearing a white tee shirt, black vest, and a fedora.
"Hey Santana! You probably don't remember me, but I am your aunt Jessica, and feel free to call me just Jessica."
"No I do remember you, but vaguely." Santana replied
"I can settle. " Jessica laughed, she stop laughing when she saw the woman standing next to her. The woman was tall, pale, blonde hair, and was just drop dead gorgeous. "Oh my god, I am so rude. Santana this is my wife Alex."
"It's nice to meet you." Said Alex.
"Nice to meet you too." Santana said as she shook the woman's hand. All she could think as she shook Alex's hand was: So this is why my mom sent me to be with Jessica. Real subtle mom, real subtle.