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 smirked into Brittany's mouth when she moaned, proud of herself for bring that out. She slid her hands under the waistband of Brittany's sweatpants, squeezing her ass more firmly and kissing her a little harder.

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Goosebumps rose all over Brittany's skin when she felt Santana's hands slip beneath the waistband of her pants, squeezing as her kiss got harder. Another moan escaped her and she tightened her grip in the brunette's hair, holding her there as they kissed desperately. Pulling away from the kiss, Brittany met Santana's eyes, giving her a devious smirk before leaning down to kiss her neck, pushing her back against the couch as her lips wandered over the hollows of her throat. Hands fell from her hair and moved down to rub up and down her arms as she licked and nipped at the skin of her throat.

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Santana couldn't stifle the moan that escaped the moment Brittany's lips found her neck. That was one of her most sensitive spots, and Brittany knew it. "Little tease," she murmured, lifting one hand to thread in blonde locks.

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Brittany laughed softly, not taking her lips from the girl's neck. "Am not." She said, her hands moving down to slide beneath the hem of Santana's shirt, nails raking across her toned stomach.

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"Are too," Santana said back, stroking her hair. She could stay like this forever...or at least until the oven timer went off. Like it was now. "Shit. The cookies are gonna burn."

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Brittany groaned when the timer went off. Things were just starting to get good! Pulling back, she frowned but slid off Santana's lap and reached her hands out to pull the girl up off the couch. "We can't let them burn!"

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Santana chuckled a bit at Brittany's groan. She understood the pain all too well. She stood up with Brittany's help and kissed her for a long moment. "I'll have you tonight," she murmured, smirking as she led the way into the kitchen.

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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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Santana reluctantly took the Santa oven mitts (probably Brittany's pick) and reached into the oven, pulling out the tray. She would've taken them even without Brittany telling her to. Far too many batches of cookies had been ruined over the years when she'd slacked and let Brittany go near the oven. "Get the cooling racks, babe."

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"Okay." Brittany said, moving over to grab the cooling racks as Santana got the cookie sheet out of the oven. She set them down on the counter so she could put down the hot sheet. Smiling as she saw the cookies, she turned to the brunette. "They look so good!"

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"Because we're awesome, duh." Santana smiled at Brittany and set the tray down, reaching for a spatula to start transferring the cookies from the tray to the cooling racks.

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"We totally are." Brittany agreed, reaching for a spatula herself, carefully helping Santana move the cookies over. She had to concentrate because she hadn't exactly been good at this part in past years. But she was totally pulling it off right now. Which made her excited and she looked up at Santana with a huge smile, this distracted her concentration and she dropped the cookie to the floor.

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Santana was actually surprised to see that Brittany hadn't dropped a single cookie. But then, the blonde turned to look at her, all proud of herself, and Santana knew it was only a matter of time. Brittany wasn't much of a multi-tasker. She dropped to the ground, picked up the dropped cookie and threw it away without a word. She leaned in and kissed Brittany softly when she stood. "Focus, Britt."

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"Sorry." Brittany said, smiling as Santana kissed her. "Totally focused now." She said, turning her attention back to the cookies. They'd almost got them all moved over. Soon they could eat them. Once they'd cooled that is.

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Once all the cookies had been transferred, Santana leaned against the counter. "So,what do you wanna do now?" she asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

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Brittany thought for a minute, chewing on her bottom lip as she did. "Well..." She shrugged, looking over at Santana. "The cookies have to cool before we can eat them..."

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"Maybe we should go up to your room..." Santana suggested, taking Brittany's hands and already leading her up the stairs. Artie, thankfully, was the furthest thing from her mind.

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"Okay." Brittany nodded as Santana took her hands, leading her up the stairs to her bedroom. Thankfully her parents weren't home, not that it would've mattered if they were. She and Santana had totally made out in her room before while they were home. Closing the door behind them, Brittany locked it, just to be safe.

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Santana swallowed hard the moment they entered Brittany's room. She hadn't been in here since her moronic gay panic moment, when she'd told Brittany she wasn't in love her and didn't want to sing about making lady babies with her. It had been weeks ago now, but she remembered that exchange all too well, and she sighed, ashamed of herself for hurting Brittany like that.

Then, it occurred to her, this was where Brittany had to taken Wheels' virginity. She wrinkled her nose at the thought and froze in place at the end of the bed instead of laying out on it immediately, like she always used to. Normally, knowing Brittany had hooked up with a guy in this bed didn't bother her in the slightest. She couldn't reasonably be upset with Brittany for doing exactly what she did with Puck all the time. Which meant she couldn't exactly be upset with Brittany hooking up with Artie after how she'd treated the blonde.

"Looks the same," she observed. Maybe it was just her, but it did seem sort of...pinker.

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Brittany walked over and sat down on her bed, her brow wrinkling when Santana stopped at the end and stood there. She had an unreadable look on her face and Brittany wasn't sure what was bothering her. Then she said everything looked the same and Brittany looked around, before back at Santana. "Well, Ken got a new bed because Barbie was flying in from Tampa." She shrugged, looking over at the bed she had set up for Barbie and Ken beside her own bed. "I had to put a little curtain up so they could have some privacy."

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Santana bit back a sigh. This was one of those moments where she felt like a pedophile. Sometimes, she could swear Brittany was five years old. But, she put the thought out of her mind and focused on the times when Brittany behaved in ways that were definitely not like a five year old. "Well." She walked over to the bed and slid onto it, laying on her stomach and pressing kisses to Brittany's jaw. "Good. 'Cause I think we might need a little privacy, too."

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Brittany laid back on the bed as Santana crawled up, hovering over her, lips decorating her jaw with kisses. Her eyes rolled closed and her arms wrapped around Santana's lower back, holding her closer. "Definitely need privacy." She muttered as the girl bit down on her pulse point gently, bringing another moan out of her.

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Santana pressed kisses down Santana's neck, nibbling on her collarbone. She took hold of the hem of Brittany's t-shirt, tugging it off over her head and tossing it to the floor. She ran her hands over the toned, pale stomach and smiled to herself, kissing a spot just below Brittany's bellybutton.

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Brittany raised up, letting the brunette remove her shirt before she laid back on her pillow. Her eyes fell closed again as Santana kissed her way down her body, hands roaming over her stomach. Sucking in a breath, almost a gasp, as Santana's lips pressed the skin just below her belly button. Her hips rose off the bed, wanting more contact as her hands reached down to wind in the girl's hair. More kisses pressed along her stomach and Brittany moaned at the contact. This was so much different from Artie. He usually just laid there and she had to do all the work. And she didn't get this turned on with him either. He was super cute, but Santana was seriously hot.

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Santana smirked, placing her hands on Brittany's hips as they rose and holding them down. It was pretty clear Brittany missed this, and Santana couldn't blame her. Wheels was paralyzed; it's not like he could do a whole lot for her. Not like Santana could.

Letting go of Brittany's hips, Santana instructed her to raise up again as she stuck her fingers under the waistband of the blonde's sweats and panties.