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It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

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When: Sunday afternoon, December 19 2010
Where: Brittany's house
What: Annual Christmas cookie baking
Rating: NC-17 for girl-on-girl sex

Every year, when winter break came round, Santana and Brittany had their certain traditions. One of these traditions was baking. While Santana wasn't much of a baker, Brittany always seemed to enjoy it, but she did have a little trouble getting the recipes straight -- which was where Santana came in.

This year, they weren't on the best of terms. They were friends, even after Santana's freak-out during their duets challenge in Glee, but things still weren't quite the same. Santana liked to think they were getting better, but truthfully, Brittany spent a lot more time with Artie outside of school these days than she did Santana. Santana was hoping that winter break would be her chance to set things right and, if she was lucky, get Brittany to ditch Wheels and come back to her.

Wearing sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt she wouldn't mind getting dirty, Santana made her way to Brittany's about ten minutes after the blonde called. She was excited and walked right into the Pierce house (after so many years, it was like a second home) when she arrived, calling out, "Britt!" as she moved into the living room to crash on the couch.

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Santana let out a relieved sigh and clapped her hands. "Good job, babe," she chuckled. The first few years of this tradition had been spent reminding Brittany that shells did not go in when the egg was cracked. Digging the shells out of the mixture was not at all a fun job. She poured in the vanilla and set the bowl in the mixer.

Brittany smiled even bigger, obviously proud of herself when Santana clapped, telling her she did a good job. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't missed the pet names. Along with everything else that came along with their "relationship" or whatever it was called. Brittany had obviously wanted more, but Santana had panicked and that was why they were in the place they were in now.

She watched as Santana put the bowl in the mixer, reaching over to press the button. Accidentally, however, she pressed the wrong one, making the beaters go way too fast. The ingredients in the bowl started flinging out, all over both of them. Brittany screamed, trying to press the button to stop it, but laughing too hard to succeed.

Santana had moved to grab the cookie sheets they would be using and turned back just in time to see Brittany reaching out to press a button. "Brittany, no!" she called out, but her attempt to stop the blonde was in vain. "Shit!" she said, a little irritated, but by the time she'd slowed the beaters, she was laughing along with Brittany.

"What have I told you about touching things? You have cookie dough all over your face now." The words were completely teasing; she wasn't angry, though she wasn't looking forward to having to clean up all this mess. She wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist to draw her closer and leaned up, licking some dough off Brittany's cheek.

Brittany's eyes went wide when Santana yelled, but when she started laughing, the blonde resumed her own laughter. It was nice, to laugh like this with Santana. She'd really missed their friendship above all else. They always had so much fun together.

Her lips pursed out in a pout when Santana reminded her about touching things. But before she could respond, the brunette wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist, pulling her close, licking dough from her cheek. A shiver ran up the blonde's spine and she bit her bottom lip, her eyes meeting Santana's as she pulled back, but made no move to let her go. "I didn't mean to." She said softly, making no move to back away either.

Santana rubbed the dough of Brittany's face with her thumbs, gazing into blue eyes silently. She hadn't thought through what she was doing -- she'd just acted. "Let me handle the mixer from now on, okay?" she said softly.

Brittany held Santana's gaze, unmoving as she stood there, with the girl's arms still wrapped around her waist. Her heart was racing in her chest and she licked her lips unconsciously. She really, really wanted to kiss her right now. But she had Artie to think about and before it would've never mattered, but he was different. But it was Santana and rules never applied when it came to her. "Okay." She said, nodding slowly. "You totally have some on you too." Brittany laughed, reaching up to wipe some cookie dough from the Latina's cheek with her thumb. Sticking her thumb in her mouth, she grinned again. "You taste really super good." She teased, not even realizing the double meaning of her words.

Santana swore her heart stopped when Brittany licked her lips like that. Her gaze moved from Brittany's eyes and remained transfixed on Brittany's mouth. She felt her hold body tingle, urging her to make a move, but she restrained herself. This wasn't going to happen like that. She wasn't going to jump Brittany after barely an hour alone with her. Maybe later...

Santana shook her and pulled away at Brittany's words. She tasted really good... God, the blonde probably didn't even realize how that could be taken. "Almost ready, then we've gotta let it chill for a little while before we cut the shapes," she said, checking the mixer.

Brittany cleared her throat, a slight blush at her cheeks as Santana pulled away, shaking her head. Did she do something wrong? But she didn't do anything, so maybe she was just being weird because things were still so weird between them.

"Is there enough left in the bowl?" She asked curiously, moving over to look. "There's totally enough!" Brittany said, happy that she hadn't ruined the cookies entirely. "What do you wanna do while we wait?"

Santana grabbed the bowl and put it in the refrigerator, on a fairly empty shelf. Peeling off the apron, she set it on the counter. "Movie?" she suggested.

Looking down, Brittany frowned, not wanting to take her apron off. She liked the Santa's all over it! But reluctantly, she untied it and slipped it over her head, laying it on the counter next to the one Santana took off just seconds before. "Movie sounds good. Christmas movie or do you wanna watch something else?"

"It's no fun without Christmas movies," Santana said with a smile, sitting down on the couch. "Choose whatever movie you want, babe."

"Okay!" Brittany replied, excited about all the Christmas stuff. It was, by far, her favorite holiday. As Santana sat down on the couch, Brittany went over to the entertainment center and looked through the movies. "This one." She grinned, opening the case and putting the DVD in the player. Placing the case back on the top of the entertainment center, she moved back over to the couch, pausing to grab the remote from the coffee table and a blanket from the back of the chair. "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer." She told Santana as she sat down on the couch, instantly laying over and putting her head in the girl's lap. They'd always snuggled to watch movies. Why should it be any different this year?

Santana settled back into the couch, smiling when Brittany's head found its place on her lap. She immediately started stroking blonde hair, out of habit, paying more attention to the other girl than the movie. She'd seen the movie a million times, and while it was a classic, she preferred looking at Brittany. Last year, they'd have started making out halfway through the movie, but she didn't think that would be happening now.

Brittany smiled when she felt Santana's hand stroking her hair. It was always so comforting. And they were just friends, friends snuggled right? She wasn't doing anything wrong. But she also couldn't quit thinking about kissing the other girl. She missed that aspect of things. A lot.

She tried to stop thinking about it, focusing instead on the movie. Rolling over, she looked up at Santana and studied her for a minute. But instead of saying anything, she rolled back over and looked at the TV. This was way harder than she thought it was going to be.

Brittany caught Santana by surprise when she rolled over and started looking at her. Her heart started racing, and she was ready to lean in and just do it. the Brittany turned back to the TV, and...her heart kind of sank. Her chance was blown. She frowned a bit, looking at the screen again.

Brittany felt Santana's eyes on her. She hated this awkwardness between them. It made her feel weird and upset her stomach even. She just wanted things to go back to the way they were before they got into that fight.

She laid there quietly for a few minutes, just watching the movie, but she couldn't stop thinking about everything. Rolling over again, she just looked up at Santana curiously, not saying a word.

Santana's breath caught when Brittany turned and just kept looking at her. She smiled sadly at her friend, letting her fingers move gently over Brittany's cheek. "You're beautiful, B," she said softly.

Brittany just looked up at Santana as she rubbed gently over her cheek, telling her she was beautiful. She couldn't help but smile, a warm blush coloring her cheeks. "You are too." She whispered back, not taking her eyes from Santana's.

Santana's first instinct was to say something cocky like 'of course I am', but she bit her tongue. "Sit up," she instructed quietly.

Brittany nodded, pushing herself up into a sitting position as Santana had requested.

Santana turned and slowly placed her cool hands on Brittany's cheeks. "I'm...so sorry," she whispered. It was very rare for Santana to apologize for anything, even to Brittany -- she never regretted her actions. But this, she did. She'd lost her best friend because she was stupid and too socially conscious.

Brittany fought to not let her eyes fall closed as she felt Santana's hands against her cheeks. She stayed quiet, her blue eyes locked on the chocolate brown ones in front of her. As Santana apologized, Brittany felt her heart seize up, butterflies stirring in her stomach. Santana never apologized. "It's okay." Brittany whispered back. "I understand."

"It's not," Santana said firmly, looking deep into Brittany's eyes. "Even if I wasn't interested, I shouldn't have been such a total bitch. Not to you. Not to my B," she murmured. "You didn't deserve that."

Brittany's frown grew deeper as Santana continued to apologize. But she didn't look away, she kept her eyes looked on the brunette's. "I didn't. But..." The blonde shrugged. "I was really mad at you, but I'm not now."

Santana nodded, sighing. She was lucky to have a best friend like this. One who was so forgiving, who just let this go. "Because you have Wheels?" she asked, curious.

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