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Jessica and Alex lived in a large loft; it looked very modern, but it still felt homey. They gave Santana a quick tour, on the first floor was, the kitchen, and the dinning room. On the second floor was the family room, complete with an Xbox 360 and blue-ray, the guest room, and a gym; and the third floor was the master bedroom.
After Santana unpacked her suitcase she laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She thought how her mother had shipped to be with her gay aunt to help her to help her or something. She felt like a helpless cliché, a helpless gay cliché.
There was a knock on the door before it opened, "Hey, do you want to grab some food ?"
"Sure." Santana said still staring at the ceiling.
Jessica was aware of Santana's situation, and she knew what she was going threw because she had done the exact same as Santana was doing now. She fell in love with her best friend, had heart shattered, and to top it off she had a hard time accepting herself .
She laid herself next to Santana and stared at the ceiling. Santana ignored her and kept looking at the ceiling. "So this is what you do for fun?" Jessica asked sarcastically.
"No." Santana relied bitterly..
"Then why are you staring at the ceiling?
"I'm thinking."
"About Brittany?" Santana looked at her aunt shock , "Don't give me that look." Jessica said before Santana could ask how she knew. "And you expected your mother not to tell me, I believe she would be offend by that." Jessica laughed.
"Whatever." Santana mumbled as she returned her attention to the ceiling.
"Look, I've been where you are now; so I'm not going to force you to talk about it, but if you want to get over this, or her, you have to talk about it." Jessica said as she stood up. "Now let's go get some food, okay".
"Fine" Santana said as she sat up.
They didn't go far for dinner, in fact they went right around the corned. They went to a café, that happened to be a lesbian hot spot. "Are you doing this on purpose or are you really that gay?" Santana asked when they got inside, her gay-dar was on the fritz. Alex roared with laughter when she heard this while Jessica grumbled something in annoyance.
"Sorry Santana, you aunt is a bit sensitive. She can dish it, but she can't take it."
"I'm right here you know!" Jessica complained.
"I know honey, but sometimes a taste of your own medicine can go along way."
"Whatever." Jessica mumbled as she crossed her arms. Alex rolled her eyes and laugh.
"So what do you thing of L.A Santana?" Alex asked, taking the opportunity while her wife was still grumbling.
"It's okay, I guess. I mean it's definitely more interesting than Lima." Santana replied
"I imagine so." As Alex said this Jessica noticed that she had this look like she had just come up with the best idea ever.
When Santana went to go use the restroom, it gave Jessica the perfect opportunity to talk. "Alright I know that face. What's you brilliant plan?" Jessica asked her wife.
"You know that saying the best way to get over someone is to get under someone?" Alex whispered.
"Of course I know it! And are you suggesting that Santana has sex to get over her best friend, which is clearly head over heels in love with?" Jessica began to whisper shout.
"No I'm not suggest that are you crazy. What I am suggesting is that we be her lesbian aunts."
"But we are."
"No literally, but rather we take to a dance club and show her that being gay isn't the end of the world."
"Ohhhhhhh. Now that, my love, is an excellent idea."
"I know." Alex said as Santana approached the table.
Once they got back to the loft they told Santana she needed to go change because they had a surprise for her.
"Well can you at least give me hint so that I wear the proper attire for this 'surprise'"
Alex grabbed Santana's hand "No, but I can help you pick something out." Alex pulled Santana into the guest room, and began to look for an out fit. Alex noticed that even though Santana has had a difficult time accepting herself, she had a very gay ,yet stylish, wardrobe. "Wow you are exactly like you're aunt!" Alex laughed.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked suspiciously.
"Well you look like a mini version of her, you're personality, and have a similar wardrobe."
"I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted by that comparison."
"Oh. Well it was meant to be a compliment." Alex grinned. A few moments later she found the perfect outfit for Santana to wear.