He's not sure why she invites him, he's Jewish, he doesn't even celebrate Christmas but he goes because there's an open bar, and free food, and since Finn's still not talking to him he doesn't really have anything better to do. He feels out of place the second he steps foot inside her festively decorated house. It's not that he doesn't know anyone, Santana's there, and Mike and Matt, but they're all wearing an array of greens and reds that are a stark contrast to the black shirt and dark denim blue jeans he has on. She waves when she sees him, a huge smile lighting up her face and she leaves Santana's side to come greet him.

"You made it," she squeals throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him.

It's awkward and he's not sure where to put his hands. He can feel Santana watching and he can hear Mike and Matt snickering but it's not until Brittany pulls away that he realizes why.

"Hey Britt," Santana calls out, arm pointing towards something above them.

His stomach sinks because she's got that smirk on her face that means she's up to no good and his eyes follow the direction everyone else is looking. It's hanging right above their heads and when he looks back at the bubbly blonde she's grinning at him, giddy with excitement.

He shakes his head and laughs because it's eerily similar to something out of those cheesy holiday movies his sister's been watching but he leans in anyway, pressing his lips lightly against Brittany's. He's never really seen her as anything other than a friend but her lips part beneath his and her fingers curl into the shoulders of his shirt and he thinks maybe he's severely underestimated her hotness factor.