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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 sighed. Sometimes, Brittany could be so oblivious. "You're smart too, babe." And she could be. When Brittany really applied herself, she could be very smart and make Santana really proud. She touched Brittany's cheek, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Should I leave? Let you figure things out."

Brittany smiled when Santana told her she was smart. People usually didn't say that. She knew she wasn't as smart as everyone else, she knew people talked about her and made fun of her. But Santana had never treated her like that. Ever. In fact, Santana was the first one to defend her if someone did pick on her.

Her brows knitted together and she frowned deeply as Santana asked her if she should leave. "I don't want you to leave." She said, her voice coming out small and quiet. "You always stay. It's our tradition. Can't we like, have tonight for us and figure things out after that?"

Santana smiled softly at Brittany and pressed a long kiss to her lips. "Okay, baby, I'll stay. I need to get some food in you soon, anyway." She liked to cook for certain people, Brittany being one of them.

"Cookies?" Brittany asked, her eyes widening in excitement. "I bet they're cool now. We can totally eat them!"

Santana laughed, running her hand down Brittany's leg under the sheets. "I meant real food, then cookies. You'll spoil your dinner, babe."

Brittany pursed her lips into a pout, goosebumps raising on her legs as Santana's hand moved over her skin. "But...I like cookies." She sighed and then nodded. "Okay, I can wait. As long as you cook my favorite!" She smiled really big, pressing her lips to Santana's forehead.

"Coming right up." Santana slipped out of bed, gathering her clothes and putting them on. "Stay here and stay naked," she murmured, leaning back over the bed to kiss Brittany. "I'm bringing dinner to you."

Brittany sat up as Santana slipped out of the bed, lips turning downward into a frown when the girl started getting dressed. But as the she instructed Brittany to stay naked, a slow smirk replaced the frown and she returned the kiss tenderly. "Like, dinner in bed?" She asked, excited that things were returning to normal between them again. "And when you come back, you have to be naked too." She added with a wink.

Santana smirked right back. "I think that can be arranged," she murmured. She kissed Brittany one more time before disappearing downstairs.

Brittany's favorites were simple. She loved some of the Spanish food Santana made, but she didn't have the ingredients she needed for that food at Brittany's house, so she stuck with a classic: macaroni and cheese. Brittany would be happy, and those little microwave bowls only took three minutes each to cook. She followed the simple instructions on the back of one of the bowls and popped it in the microwave. While she waiting, she grabbed a big plate out of one of the cabinets and started sliding the cookies on it.

Soon enough, both bowls of macaroni and cheese were finished and all the cookies were on the plate. Santana hunted down a breakfast-in-bed type tray, piled everything on it and headed back upstairs, opening the legs of the tray and sliding it over Brittany's legs.

Brittany smiled widely, watching as Santana disappeared from the room. Rolling on her side, she laid there, thinking about everything while the girl was in the kitchen downstairs making food. She needed to make a decision between Santana and Artie. But all she wanted tonight was to just have a good night with Santana. She didn't want to think about Artie or the fact that she'd cheated on him or that she was most likely going to break his heart when she made her decision. She wanted desperately to believe Santana when she said she didn't want Puck anymore, but she was afraid that she would hurt her again.

Santana returning to the room brought her out of her thoughts and she pushed herself back up to a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard. Looking down at the tray, she smiled really big and looked up at the brunette. "This looks super good! And you brought cookies too." She wanted to reach for a cookie, but she remembered Santana had told her dinner first, then desert so she picked up her fork and took a bite of the mac and cheese. "Mmm. It's really good. Sit down, you have to eat too so we can have cookies."

Santana slid into bed next to Brittany, still fully clothed, and lightly kissed her neck, picking up a fork to eat her own meal. She knew Brittany was eager for the cookies and was glad when she went to eat the mac and cheese first. Wow, she felt like Brittany's mother right now.

Brittany was quiet as she ate, stealing glances over at Santana and smiling to herself. She was so glad she was there, that things felt 'normal' again. That she had her girl back again. It was so good it was unbelievable. It was then she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Santana's cheek and went back to eating her food.

Santana finished eating fairly quickly and leaned back into the pillows, her head on Brittany's shoulder. She wasn't going to lose this girl again. Even if she chose Artie, she'd do everything in her power to win her back.

Brittany finished eating, reaching for a cookie as Santana laid her head over on her shoulder. She smiled at the familiarity of it and bit into the Santa shaped cookie. "These are really good." She mused. "Here, taste!" She handed it over for Santana to take a bite.

Santana laughed and took a bite, as instructed. "Mmm, they are good," she agreed. "Don't eat them all, babe. I promised Puck some, and you...have to save some for Santa when Christmas Eve comes." Saying that felt as weird as ever, but Brittany's parents have always asked her to play along, so she does.

Edited 2010-12-20 06:23 (UTC)

Brittany stopped chewing and frowned at the mention of her taking some of their cookies to Puck. Those were their cookies! And she'd just said she wasn't seeing Puck anymore. Laying her cookie back on the tray, she leaned back against her pillow, frown still on her face. "Okay." She said. True she was leaving cookies out for Santa, but that didn't mean she wanted Puck to have any. "I should save some for Artie too."

Santana cringed a bit. Mentioning Puck hadn't been the smartest idea, but she really had promised him cookies. Platonically. She didn't plan on going over there to fuck him. "No, baby, it's okay. These are ours." She could make some for Puck on her own, if she really wanted to, but she probably wouldn't. Her jealousy flared when Brittany mentioned Artie and she knew she had to fix this. She moved to set the tray on the ground before she pressed her lips to Brittany's, trying to make her frown go away. "I'm sorry I mentioned Puck. I meant it when I said I didn't want to see him anymore. But I want to be his friend. I just don't want to see him...like this. Like I'm seeing you." She gently tugged the sheets down to Brittany's waist, pressing kisses on her breasts.

Brittany's frown stayed in place, even as Santana said the cookies were theirs and leaned over to remove the tray from her lap. Santana's lips were on her own and she met her eyes as she pulled back and apologized about Puck. It was hard to keep a frown in place when she was saying she was sorry and kissing her where she was. Brittany's hands moved up to wind into Santana's hair and she gasped at the feeling. "I don't want you to see him like this either." Brittany whispered. "And I don't want him to see you like this."

"He won't, Brittany. I'm yours," Santana said softly, taking off her shirt and sliding on top of Brittany. "I know this seems out of nowhere and weird for me... But, B, I hate seeing you with Artie. He's nice or whatever, but it made me see how fucking stupid I was to do what I did to you. I want you. Only you. Always have." She kissed Brittany's lips.

Brittany's heart started to race when Santana told her she was hers. Her hands came up to rest on the girl's waist as she slid over on top of her. She met her eyes, listening as Santana told her how much she hated seeing her with Artie. That gave her a little rush of excitement, knowing Santana was jealous. "You really mean that?" She couldn't help still feeling a little insecure about it all.

"I mean it," Santana said sincerely, meeting Brittany's eyes. "It took me a long time to realize it, but I mean it." She couldn't say 'I love you', wouldn't dare so soon, but it was implied, as she leaned in and kissed Brittany again.

"Good." Brittany replied, her eyes falling closed as she deepened the kiss. That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

Santana smiled into the kiss, kissing Brittany deeply back for a few moments. She pulled away to slide off her sweatpants before lifting the sheet to get on top of Brittany and feel skin against skin. She sighed happily, kissing her again and pressing her center forward, against the blonde's.

Brittany watched as Santana slid the sweatpants from her body. God her body was so amazing. Brittany bit her bottom lip as the sheet was pulled from her and Santana slipped on top of her again. A groan of pleasure left her as their lips met and she felt the girl's hips roll against her own, their centers pressing together. "Mmm." She said, against the brunette's lips, hands coming up to run down her back. "That feels good."

Santana shivered just a bit when Brittany's hands ran down her back. She smirked against Brittany's lips, rolling her hips again, groaning at the feel of Brittany against her. "Fuck, it feels amazing," she whispered. She ran her fingers down Brittany's cheeks, looking into blue eyes. "Up for another round?" she asked softly.

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