It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

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

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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 relaxed into Brittany's bed, breathing heavily as she tried to recover. She'd already known she'd made a mistake telling Brittany what she had, but this just confirmed it. Brittany was very, very talented. Santana had missed her. She whimpered a bit as Brittany kissed up her body and grabbed hold of the blonde's shoulders, tugging her up to lazily kiss her lips.

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Brittany allowed herself to be tugged up for a kiss, smiling against Santana's lips as they continued to kiss for a few long seconds. Pulling back, Brittany grinned down at the girl she was hovering above. "Are you going to get mad now and leave again?"

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Santana frowned at Brittany's words and reached up, wrapping her arms around her back and kissing Brittany again. God, she'd fucked up. "No, B, I'm not leaving. I told you...I'm never gonna hurt you again," Santana said softly.

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"Good, because I really don't want you to leave." Brittany admitted, nuzzling against Santana's neck, pressing a soft kiss there. Artie was the furthest thing from her mind right now.

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"God, B, you're turning me soft," Santana mumbled, hardly believing she was admitting to that. She ran her hands gently down Brittany's back and closed her eyes, burying her face in blonde hair.

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Brittany pulled up to look at Santana with a confused look on her face. "But you are soft. Like super soft. And you smell really good too." She grinned, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Santana's chest.

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Santana couldn't help laughing at that. "No, I mean soft like... nice," she clarified.

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"Oh." Brittany's face wrinkled in confusion again. "But you're nice to me." She shrugged like Santana was the nicest girl in the world. "That's okay, right? I like it when you're nice."

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Santana smiled a bit, one hand shifting to cup Brittany's cheek. "Yeah, I guess it's okay. You're special, so it's allowed."

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Brittany smiled brightly, leaning her face against the girl's hand. "I'm magical too." She said before realizing what she was saying. Her face fell and she bit her bottom lip. "Sorry. So, uh, should we go check the cookies now?"

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Santana gave Brittany a confused look, unsure why she looked so sad after talking about being magical. Santana wasn't about to disagree -- that orgasm Brittany had given her had seemed pretty damn magical to her. "No. I want you to stay here and tell me why you look so sad," she said, softly but firmly.

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"I don't want to." Brittany frowned, not wanting to talk about Artie. Especially after what had just happened between her and Santana. She didn't want to ruin the moment, so to speak. "Can we just go eat some cookies now? And take a bubble bath after?!" Her eyes lit up at that.

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Santana nodded, reluctantly not pushing the topic. She was curious, but it was clearly not something Brittany wanted to discuss. "Sure, Britt. But it's gonna cost you." She smirked, pulling Brittany into another long kiss.

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Kissing her back, Brittany was glad that she hadn't pushed it. She just wanted to be here, in this moment, in her little bubble with Santana. She didn't want to think about her boyfriend or the fact that she'd just legit cheated on him. But he had to understand, it was Santana. It was always going to be Santana. "What's it going to cost me? I haven't got my allowance yet. My parents don't really trust me with money."

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Santana smirked, kissing Brittany's cheek. "Kisses. Lots of them." She had enough money for both of them, and even she wasn't evil enough to take her best friend's money. Especially after sex. It seemed...prostitute-y.

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"I can do that! Lots of them. Sweet lady kisses are totally the best." Brittany nodded, leaning in for another kiss. "Especially from you."

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Santana nodded her head, kissing Brittany back. "Especially when we're naked. And we just had really hot make-up sex."

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"Super hot." Brittany agreed, her hands wandering over the girl's body again. Sometimes she just couldn't get enough of her. "You're so hot, San. You should be naked like, all the time." She teased, kissing her again.

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"I know, right?" Santana gave Brittany a cocky little smirk and kissed her. "You should be naked all the time, too. With your beautiful dancer's body..." She kissed Brittany softly before going to work on her neck, sucking and biting gently at one spot, working to leave a mark.

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"Totally." Brittany replied, again agreeing with Santana. "Mmmm." She hummed as the brunette's lips sought out her neck again, her hands coming up to wind into raven locks. "You know that's gonna leave a mark." She whispered as Santana seemed to be focusing on one spot, sucking and biting the skin there.

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"That's the point, B," Santana mumbled. She bit down hard enough to leave teeth marks, though hopefully not terribly enough to hurt, and rolled her tongue around the marks. "You're mine. I want everyone to know," she murmured, biting down again. And since it was winter break and (thankfully) they didn't have Cheerios practice, Brittany wouldn't get in trouble with Coach Sylvester.

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Brittany shivered as Santana bit down on her neck, hard, telling her the whole point was to leave marks. So everyone would know she was 'hers'. This comment was so intoxicating to Brittany. Hers. She'd wanted that for so long, but after she'd been blown off, she'd found Artie and now she was dating him. But now Santana wanted everyone to know the blonde belonged to her. "Yours?" Brittany asked curiously.

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Santana automatically tensed when Brittany questioned her. She didn't know how to say this -- sentimental shit definitely wasn't something she was good at. "Mine," she said. "I want you to be mine. If you want to be."

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Brittany looked down, taking a deep breath. She'd wanted to hear these words from Santana forever now. Wanted the girl to want only her and for them to be together, really together. Now she suddenly wanted to? This left Brittany feeling very confused and conflicted. She did love the girl, but she also had Artie. "But..." Brittany kept her head down, avoiding Santana's eyes. "What about Artie?" She knew bringing him up was going to ruin the whole moment but she couldn't not bring him up. Not at this point.

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Santana frowned, letting out an irritated sigh. Stupid Wheels, being in the way. She wanted to be mad, so much, but she couldn't be. Brittany was right; she was with Artie. She couldn't expect Brittany to automatically dump Artie because she'd chosen now not to be a flake. "You have to choose who you want to be with, B," she said softly.