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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 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."

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.

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.

Brittany's brow furrowed and she frowned deeply as Santana told her that she had to choose who she wanted to be with. "But can't I be with both of you? Like when you want to be with Puck instead of me?" It sounded reasonable to the blonde. That's how things had been with them for so long. And Artie was so sweet and nice, she really didn't want to hurt him. "I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings." Her frown turned to a pout as she looked up at Santana.

Santana felt bad for making Brittany look so sad. She'd expected a much more positive reaction, but she hadn't truly factored Artie in. He was sweet and nice to Brittany, and Santana should've known Brittany wouldn't want to leave him. "B, I don't want to be with Puck anymore. At all. Just you," she said softly. "I'm not asking you to choose, like, right now. And I know you like Artie and he's nice to you, so if you want to be with him, it's cool. But we can't do this again if you want him."

"Really? You don't?" Brittany was a little taken aback by Santana suddenly wanting to be with her and her only. Especially since she was saying she didn't want to be with Puck. The blonde didn't know how she was supposed to feel about that. It didn't feel real, even though it's all she'd wanted for as long as she could remember. "He's like, super nice and he's cute. But..." She pressed her lips together, twisting them in thought. "I don't know, San. He's not..." Her eyes fluttered back up to meet Santana's. "you."

"Really." Santana sighed and rolled off of Brittany, gently elbowing her to lift up so she could pull the sheets up around them. She was starting to get cold. She curved her body into Brittany's side and wound an arm around her waist. "I... Like, I've really missed you. Since you've been with him, I don't really get you a lot. But I want you. You've always been there, B, and... it kinda made me feel like a part of me was missing." She'd been lonely lately, without Brittany, and it had made her realize how much the blonde really meant to her and how much she needed her.

Brittany was glad that Santana had pulled the sheet up around them, it was getting a little cold in her bedroom. As the brunette snuggled closer, her arm draping over her waist, Brittany wrapped an arm around the smaller girl, holding her closer. "I've missed you too." She admitted honestly. And she had too, it had been a long time since they were laying so close and intimate like this. Santana's words were making her feel so much. Love, confusion, happiness and last of all, guilt. Artie had thought she cheated on him with Mike Chang and now she really had cheated. It made her feel really bad, but in the same sense it didn't. Because the usual rules didn't apply when it came to Santana. "I was super sad too. Well, first I was totally mad at you even though you were still so hot. But then when I wasn't mad anymore, I was just really sad."

"I didn't mean to make you sad." Santana sighed, pressing her face into Brittany's neck. There was very little that made Santana feel like a horrible person, but the way she'd treated Brittany did just that. "I'm sorry I'm an idiot, Britt."

"You're not an idiot, San. You're totally smart! You always help me with stuff." Brittany explained, her hand coming up to stroke through Santana's raven locks.

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)

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