A very Glee Christmas
Taking place various seasons. Some Kurtcheltana, possibly some Dantana, some Brittana, all or most will involve Santana
A is for Angel- season 5"Santana, this doesn't even properly fit me," Rachel complained as she tugged rather uselessly at the neckline of the rather long and loose-fitting white dress she was currently wearing, attempting to keep it from sagging down low enough to expose half her breasts. The dress's sleeves hung considerably past her wrists, fully covering her hands, no matter how many times she tried to roll them back, and its hem went far past her feet, even in high heel, so that she nearly tripped and had to hold it up with every step. It was obviously too long and too loose for her, and she frowned at Santana, almost pouting as she held up her dangling sleeves for emphasis. "Why am I wearing Brittany's dress when you are closer to Brittany's size in height and could at the very least have less of its material dragging the ground? Why can't I wear your dress, or at the very least why can't you allow Kurt to properly hem and bring this in for me?"
"Because Brittany might need it later and if you screwed it up just so it fits your hobbit-sized little body, she'll bust its seams trying to squeeze back in. Wear tall shoes and stuff your bra, Berry," was Santana's response, rolling her eyes, but even as she said this her lips twitched as she attempted to suppress a laugh at how ridiculous Rachel looked, practically swimming in the larger girl's clothes. "I'm wearing mine 'cause it's mine and everyone knows a body like this gots to have a dress that shows it off right."
"Santana, Brittany goes to MIT now, why would she ever again have need for an angel dress she wore for a Glee music video in the tenth grade?" Rachel attempted to reason with her, even as she glumly shook her sleeves, trying to force them back past her wrists. "And while we're on the subject, I am doing you a favor by agreeing to take part in a Christian-based Christmas play in a church, by the way, as you know I am Jewish and do not generally take part in any church-organized events of significant religious standing. You are quite lucky in fact that I was going to go home with my dads for the weekend as it is and that we had no major plans for Christmas Eve evening because normally I would not have been able to participate, particularly at such short notice, and considering that I will have no lines or solos-"
"Rachel, you know your voice is gonna boom out over everyone else's in the choir and you're gonna make sure of it, just so everyone will point you out after and demand to know who the little white girl is and why she didn't get all the spotlight," Santana rolled her eyes even as she relented slightly, coming over to Rachel and rolling up her sleeves for her. "Get some safety pins or something….you know damn well I don't want to do this Christmas choir thing either but Mami guilted me into it and I don't want to stand up there with all the teenybopper shiny-faced kids like the black sheep prodigal daughter and get church hymnals thrown at me halfway through. If I'm gonna get the stares for daring to be a lesbian dressed like an angel and singing about God in church, at the very least I'm gonna make sure someone else gets the hate too, 'cause they probably think being a Jewish angel is just as bad."
"I understand and appreciate your desire for moral support, Santana-"
"It is not MORAL SUPPORT, it's mutual stoning-"
"But nevertheless, if I am to participate, I do wish you would at least insure that I will be able to wear clothing that at least reasonably fits me," Rachel concluded firmly, setting her jaw and looking Santana in the eye. "Because currently I am afraid that any undivided attention I receive will not be for my voice or because I am Caucasian or even because I am Jewish. I suspect that people will simply stare at me because I will trip over this dress and fall onto my face in front of everyone."
"And we all know your nose would be the first thing to break, it's a pretty large target," was Santana's thoughtful comment, even as Rachel narrowed her eyes at her. Taking her by the arm, she started to tug her towards the secretary's office of the church, sighing. "Okay, Berry, help me find a stapler and safety pins, and don't gesture a lot on stage…"