Brittany's brow arched at Santana's words, feeling a shiver of excitement at the thought. "Totally." She muttered, letting herself be led into the kitchen. Grabbing the oven mitts (covered with Santa, Brittany had picked them out), she handed them to Santana, knowing she shouldn't try to get them out of the oven. "Here. You should get them out. I might drop them"
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Date: 2010-12-15 10:42 pm (UTC)