Winning the Great Christmas War
Rachel and Santana were nerds. Well established fact. And it tended to spill over into the holidays, but none so much as Christmas.
The tradition had started their junior year of college. Both girls were short on cash, so they came up a plan for gifts. One thing had to be homemade—that it, it couldn't be paid for at all. The other thing had to be nerdy. This prevented Rachel from making any grand (i.e. expensive) gestures, and Santana from using the "buy jewelry" standby she'd learned from her father. And it had been a cute year. Rachel had cooked dinner for Santana and bought her a Tardis key keeper, and Santana had made Rachel a shadowbox of all their Broadway tickets and playbills, and bought her a Harry Potter scarf. That was how things were until they graduated, and got jobs.
That was when it took a turn from the cute to the fucking insane. No one had counted on their respective competitive spirits taking hold of the nerdy, gift giving, but it had happened. Now, it was an all out war to see who could outdo the other.
Which was what found Kurt, his boyfriend Eric, Dave and Blaine, and Brittany and Quinn in their living room that Christmas day. The regular gift exchange had taken place, and now all their friends were waiting with baited breath to see the Nerds come out to play.
"Here you go, babe," Santana said, passing a small box to Rachel.
"Bets!" Quinn called, much to Dave's amusement. "Bets on if it tops last year's Zelda-themed karaoke machine."
"No way," Kurt said. "Plus we have to take into account that it has to top that, and beat Rachel's Pokemon reading nest from two years back. You're still in catch up mode in my books, Satan."
Santana stuck her tongue out at him as Rachel opened her gift.
The younger woman squealed and bounced up and down. "HARRY POTTER ENGLAND TOUR!"
"Are they always like this?" Eric whispered to Kurt. He was new to the family, and hadn't quite believed Kurt when he'd warned him.
"Yep."
"Okay, one? That's awesome," Dave said. "Two? You're taking me with you."
"Dream on, D," Santana told him. "Right, I wants my present!"
"It's in the garage," Rachel said cryptically. "I should inform you that though your present is sufficiently awesome, you're not going to win."
"Whatever…there's no way you can top a week of nonstop Harry Potter sight-seeing that concludes with a damn book signing by J. K. Rowling."
They all pulled on their coats and shuffled through the large house. Finally, Rachel stopped in front of the garage door. "Close your eyes," she said.
Santana complied, grinning. She felt Rachel take her hand and lead her down the steps into the garage.
Santana opened her eyes when she heard the gasps (and squeals) around her.
It was the fucking motorcycle from Tron.
"It's the fucking motorcycle from Tron," Brittany whispered to Blaine.
"IT'S THE FUCKING MOTORCYCLE FROM TRON!" Santana yelled running over to it. She circled it like a vulture for a couple of minutes, speechless, then burst into happy tears. Running back over to Rachel, she wrapped her wife in the biggest hug she could manage. "You so fucking win!" she sobbed.
"Christmas as usual with the Berry-Lopez family," Quinn said.